Damsel in Distress, My Ass

Buffy has settled into life without anyone in Itinere. She doesn't like it, and she misses Alcide, Dawn, and even Spike, but she's tried to get home and she's accepted that she can't right now. Instead, she takes comfort in the belief that they're all home, safe, and thanks to the time weirdness, have no idea she's not. She hopes Alcide is with Dawn and Spike simply because she's aware that he has no one at home. They'd all become a little family for a little while.

Right now, in Itinere, she's got the Magic Box and it reminds her of home. She's got a few friends she's made and she's got plenty of slaying in the woods along one side of the town. It's enough to keep her occupied for the most part.

Per usual, Buffy is spending her day in the Magic Box with books on creating portals and traveling through them. She looks up when the bell rings to see a new face. She smiles quickly, just a flash. "Hey, welcome to the Magic Box. Let me know if you need anything."

Dawn would tell her she could be more helpful and ask what the customer is looking for, or direct them to the various parts of the store. Buffy is a little more cautious about putting magic and resources in the hands of people she doesn't know. Nevertheless, if the customer asks questions, she'll help and possibly interrogate them to see if they really deserve the rare books section or the self-help, new-age, mostly harmless section.

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It's not the first time that Buffy has been in New York, but it's the first time she's spent any amount of time there. They've got a vampire problem and it's getting out of hand. She's actually here at Riley's request. His organization can't spare the man power right now so they contracted (for lack of a better term) with Buffy. She needed a change anyway and this is proving to be a good one, at least for a little while.

When she'd first negotiated the terms of her contract it had seemed reasonable. It was only after she'd signed and started preparing to move that she realized the cost of living, which is how she acquired the glamorous life of vampire slayer by night, barista by day.

She's just hung up her apron and is heading home, bag slung over her shoulder when she hears a scuffle in the alley she's about cut through to the tiny studio apartment she rents. Scuffles aren't uncommon in New York City and not all of them (most of them) have anything supernatural about them at all. However, this one is giving her that creepy, crawly feeling. It's not a spidey sense so much as something she's just learned over nearly a decade of being a slayer. She unzips her bag, letting it slide off her shoulder as she pulls the stake from the pocket. Yes, someone could steal her bag, but she's willing to take that chance. She's broke anyway.

Buffy creeps down the alley nearly silently, stopping next to a dumpster to watch the vampire rough up his victim. She sighs as she straightens and steps out from behind the dumpster. "It's always the same with you guys. When will you learn. No means no."

[ooc: feel free to be the victim or come interrupt or do something entirely different with this scenario. I'm even okay with assumed CR if you'd rather skip introductions. ]

CHARACTER NAME: Buffy Summers
CHARACTER SERIES: Buffy the Vampire Slayer

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Hugging this character: Yes!
Kissing this character: Yes but you could get punched
Flirting with this character: Please
Fighting with this character: Yes. She is a super girl so beware, she punches hard.
Injuring this character (include limits and severity): Pretty much do your worst but give me a shout out on aim, plurk or email for anything beyond minor injuries.
Killing this character: With some planning, sure. She's died twice (3 times technically) in canon so it's par for the course.
Using telepathy/mind reading abilities on this character: Yes! If you'll contact me first I'll give you stuff to work with.

Warnings:

She hits hard, she's accustomed to fighting things much tougher than a human but she does know how to pull her punches and avoid killing a human if necessary. If you want to fight with her, that's fine. Shoot me an AIM, Plurk or Email and I'll work something out with you.


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[pressure is something you feel when you don’t know what the hell you’re doing—peyton manning]

It was probably crazy. It was probably going to get a bunch of people killed and it was probably going to be as effective as the story of the little boy with his finger in the dike. The thing was, it was the only solution Buffy could come up with. The world, or at least San Francisco, was being overrun with zompires; she didn’t have a lot of options: Kennedy and “her” slayers were rubbing elbows and making lots of money through private security; there was “that” faction of slayers out to kill Buffy and then there was her: Buffy had an intimidating force of…Billy and a couple of others she’d recruited. They were good, but they were human. They didn’t have her strength or her power and she had no means to give it to them anymore. They were going to get killed eventually. It was a fact of war, an unavoidable consequence of being in a slayers orbit and she had no choice. Buffy needed help.

She had struggled with the morality of her choice, the hows and the whys, the ifs but not the whens and she’d come to realize one thing:

It was their world too.

It was their world too and if they wanted to help, if they realized the dangers involved who was she to tell them they couldn’t? Despite all of that, despite realizing it was her only choice, that Billy and the other recruits has just as much right as she to defend themselves, she still felt like the pressure was on her. Buffy had no idea what she was doing. She had a destiny; they had a right. In the end, she hoped it all equaled out to saving the world, but she didn’t know if it would. She never had. Saving the world didn’t come with an instruction manual and even if it had, she rewritten the rules years ago.

But, it would be awfully nice if someone would give her a refresher course on those rules.