Buffy Summers (
whattingawhat) wrote2010-08-02 10:15 pm
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Fourth Slay [Video] Got a body like a battle axe
[The video comes up on one blonde slayer peeling tape off her hands. The video shifts up a bit to her face covered in a light sheen of sweat. There's a nasty bruise on her cheek and her lip is split but clearly it's already healing. She's out on the obstacle course.]
Plus side to being here? With dinosaurs, live action video games and the Underground I'm guessing there's no apocalypse in May.
Plus side to being here? With dinosaurs, live action video games and the Underground I'm guessing there's no apocalypse in May.
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I will take your word for it. I suppose. I only hope you are being careful...you hear such terrible things--and--and with all this other business going on, well...
[fuss, fuss, worry fuss. HESEESWHATUDOTHERE,BUFFY]
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Cross my heart. I'm being careful, Tarrant. Everyone sort of has to be here, I think.
[Poor thing. They can work on makeup techniques together]
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...I suppose we do. Unsettling, that. Hm.
[You know it. He grows vacant a moment--he's been thinking about that a bit too much lately, and his mind wanders off to places burnt and ashy. But he picks up a ribbon--coming back a moment--]
I made something this past morning--with you in mind!
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[The distance bothers her and she narrows her eyes, concern all over her face]
Tarrant...you okay?
[And then he's back and his words make her smile]
Really? For me? [And she sounds excited because she's betting it's not sharp edged or deadly in any way shape or form which is the kind of objects most people associate with her]
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I'm fine. It gets very--cloudy. Sometimes.
[Oh, madness. And he grins--even titters, giddy, excited by her excitement, and nods; more clothy and oddly stylish for that matter]
Yes, for you! I do hope you like it, it reminds me of your--brightness. I like your brightness, you know.
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Tarrant, you made it. I'm sure I'll like it. I'm bright like a match. Or something. In any case there's lots of brightness going on and possibly some burning.
Can I come see it?
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By all means! And for that much, whether a flame, a spark, or a glowing ember, you are bright, beacon like, you know.
[Video]
I'll be right there.
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Tandmonious!
[Action]
Why is seeing me like a tangerine? [At least Tarrant doesn't get as frustrated with her slaughter of the English language as Giles does.
She sits down on a stool across from him.]
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At her appearance, he brightens immediately, taking up another pair of scissors. Don't worry, Buff. He destroys and rearranges it pretty good himself.]
Why, it must be because you're so very appealing!
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If you need help getting more things up I actually did okay as a construction worker. [Ok it was one day but it's not her fault monsters showed up and had to be slain!]
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Actually, I could--I'm moving new tables into the parlor area, as well as a stove soon--for the tea, of course. And various confectionery.
I should have them in a few days, and I could honestly and completely use all the help I could get with that...I would be incredibly grateful.
[So many heavy things.]
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I'm your girl then. Point me where to go and keep breakables out of the way.
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Thank you, fifty and a hundred times! I'll tell you when they're being moved in. That would be a gloriffic help.
[and in the process of thinking of how to repay her, he remembers why she came over in the first place--he drops his tools and gestures, walking around his table]
Oh! Here--come, come, come--all this talk, and it's already slipped my mind!
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Yes! Presents of the nonbirthday or Christmas kind
[Which are the best as far as she's concerned]
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[he walks to his forest of mannequins, walking between them--he finally finds the right one and carries it out and puts it before her with a smile]
What do you think...?
[it seems he's tried to tackle some modernish looks, but mostly retains his classic victorian design--the dress (http://static1.modcloth.com/productshots/0035/6206/11555-1.jpg?8f16195404b3f179d560c00e619fbd5d8515942f) is a warm green, the bow around the waist a striking gold. The jacket (http://static0.modcloth.com/productshots/0045/4780/15043-1.jpg?8f16195404b3f179d560c00e619fbd5d8515942f) is a warm chocolate brown, the cuffs matching the belt on the dress.]
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Tarrant...this is incredible.
[She reaches out to touch the skirt of the dress, the edge of the belt then the shoulders of the jacket.]
For me? Really?
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Entirely, utterly and completely yours. It was made for you. Down to the last stitch.
[he picks up the jacket and holds it for her to try on]
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You are a genius.
[Action]
If only to oblige and create, my friend.
[he pulls back to look at her--suddenly and surprisingly grateful for the City. Where else could he find someone with so much brightness like the slayer? He circles her lightly, before he gets misty, checking the fit of the jacket--as he did just eyeball the size, as usual]
Oh, you look splendifficant, Buffy--!
[he flits away to pull over a full-length mirror for her to see]
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Yeah...I do.
[That's a big grin and a twirl]
You're going to spoil me, you know.
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[he laughs a bit at the twirl, ever proud of his work, and how lovely she looks]
You're just a delight to design for! [and with a very meaningful smile, gesturing towards the numerous tables near the back of the shop, covered in hats hats and more hats]
Not to mention the outfit is incomplete. You're in quite the need of a hat.
[and he doesn't make them for just anyone either]
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I get a hat too?
You really are my favorite person.
[And she walks along the tables inspecting the hats carefully.]
Which one do you suggest? [Because hats aren't her forte. In fact she's not sure she's ever really owned a hat]
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And you're of mine too, Buffy.
Let me thing...something not so wintery--plums and ribbon do you well, but not in excess--
[he walks down the table, a hand to his chin, thinking]
Felt, bobs, pabs and knobs...no, I think you need something daring. Bright. No, no, none of these will do!
[he reaches over and touches the lid of a hat box...and grins, sly]
I'll have to settle on this one.
[and he reveals his true surprise--a hat, made to match the outfit, small, stylish, and fedora like. There's a single yellow plum, and a deep purple ribbon around the base and flowing down the back. His true passion, and this one he's put a world of heart into.]
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