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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.

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[Giles and Joyce would be proud]

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]

Good. Good, well and fine.

...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!

More than a little.

[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]

[he nods, cutting the length of ribbon--he even smiles some]

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.

[She nods, understanding a little. She'd had several cloudy months after her Mom died and then again when she'd been pulled out of heaven but he smiles and grins so she takes his assurances at face value]

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?

[he can certainly relate to disaster and loss of family; he gestures with a small, ornate pair of scissors towards a number of mannequins he keeps for his designs]

By all means! And for that much, whether a flame, a spark, or a glowing ember, you are bright, beacon like, you know.

Thank you, Tarrant. [There are reasons he's one of her favorite people here]

I'll be right there.

Truth and my pleasure, always, Buffy. [she's one of his too]

Tandmonious!

[It takes Buffy a little while to get back to the shop because while she doesn't run, she doesn't walk either. She likes presents what can she say. In through the front door this time and still smiling because again, presents!]

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.]

[and there he is, of course--cloth and tools covering his work table, a tall ream of felt in his hands; it seems he's made more progress on the shop itself, as he and Alice went to work on painting some time ago. It's a very mellow blueish green--and he's also started putting up shelves and casings. It won't be long before he truly opens.

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!

[The joke makes her giggle. She glances around the shop, observes what Tarrant is working on then glances around again.]

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!]

[he takes a look around himself with a proud smile; he nods, gesturing--]

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.]

[Good thing Tarrant has a pack mule aka slayer for a room mate]

I'm your girl then. Point me where to go and keep breakables out of the way.

[Lucky Tarrant is sooo lucky. He grins and nods, almost bowing his head a little, in gratitude]

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!

[Buffy follows Tarrant, curious as to what he's made with her in mind]

Yes! Presents of the nonbirthday or Christmas kind

[Which are the best as far as she's concerned]

Oh, yes--a very merry unbirthday, as it is! I'll have to ask you at a later date about this Christmas--someone else mentioned it to me before...

[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.]

[There's a gasp and Buffy makes a circle around the mannequin then looks back up at Tarrant with a giant smile on her face]

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?

[he clasps his hands at her delight, smiling--this is his favorite part, you know--watching his clients--and dear friends--enjoy the pieces he's made for them. He nods, brushing down the sleeve of the coat, picking a bit of loose string off the back]

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]

[She gladly slips into the jacket then turns and throws her arms around Tarrant in a hug]

You are a genius.

[he gives a surprised sound at the hug--and gladly hugs back, grinning]

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]

[One of the things Buffy loves about Tarrant is the wonderful words he makes up. She's definitely going to have to adopt some of them into her every day speech]

Yeah...I do.

[That's a big grin and a twirl]

You're going to spoil me, you know.

Entirely and completely impossible and improbable!

[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]

[She really is going to be the best dressed slayer ever. She sort of wishes Cordelia could see her now]

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]

[he chuckles, jovial, and walks with her, looking over his hats]

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.]

[Tarrant's presentation makes her laugh. Only because she hadn't suspected that he'd made her a hat at all. She'd only assumed he'd meant for her to pick one of out the ones he'd already made. When he unveils the hat she gasps because it's perfect. It's wonderful...]

It's splenderiffic

[Really a fedora fits her style perfectly.]

May I? [And she holds her hands out for the pretty creation.]

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