9th Slay [Accidental Video] Thanks for making me a fighter

[whattingawhat]

[The video flickers and the screen is filled with largely incomprehensible images accompanied by the sound of cheering and jeering. There's a flash of green, a spurt of red and then lots of rolling. The device comes to rest close to the wall of an arena. Once it steadies out the action becomes more clear. More clear in the 'oh there's Buffy being thrown against a wall by a large green thing' way. She's bruised, cut up and looks a little worse for the wear. In fact, she's a little slow getting up, just barely missing being squashed by a giant fist...or maybe that's a foot. It's hard to tell with this monster. Buffy rolls , grabbing a length of heavy chain as she does. Once she's on her feet she keeps moving.]

Really. So not the week to mess with me.

[There's a tumble and collision of bodies, an ooof, grunt and then something that doesn't sound human growling. When the device gets enough distance to show something besides flashes of skin and tumbles of bodies, Buffy is swinging the chain with one arm. She takes aim and whips it around his neck then plants her very stylish four inch heels in the arena ground and pulls. Hard. It jerks the monster off his feet and she's up around his back choking with the chain until the monster collapses, twitches and then goes still]

Pro tip: Slayer who's had a really bad week equals a really pissed off slayer equals monsters being all egg shell walky. Or monster being dead. Either way, works for me.

[The crowd is deafening as Buffy drops the chain and walks toward the door leading out of the arena. She snags the device from the dirt floor and sighs]

Guess my day job isn't a secret anymore

[And then clicks the device off]

Comments

[bigbad]

...what's wrong?

[whattingawhat.livejournal.com]

Spike.

You mean besides the visiting high school again and--

Dawn's gone. Home. Not gone-she's home.

voice | private/moderately unhackable;

[bigbad]

Yeah, Angel too. I-- well, home. Least they escaped this place. [Or, at least, telling himself that makes him feel a bit better about it.]

About that. Sorry. I-- least it's nothing we haven't done before? Not that I'd ever-- I know you're not interested in me like that, we're over, you don't need to say anything, we can just move on and pretend nothing happened.

Re: voice | private/moderately unhackable;

[whattingawhat.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Escape is good. There should be a party. [Except she doesn't feel like partying. She wants them back. Sooner would be better]

Right. Pretending with much imagination.

It's okay, Spike. Really. It was a curse and--it's not--right. Moving pretending.

voice | private/moderately unhackable;

[bigbad]

I know it's okay. Just making sure you felt that way too. No different from when we thought we were engaged, only, you know, we don't hate each other this time.

Re: voice | private/moderately unhackable;

[whattingawhat.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Which is--more awkward...honestly. Just--not that I want us to hate each other.

[fromlegal.livejournal.com]

Now I'm glad I didn't start a real fight with you.

...Are you okay?

[whattingawhat.livejournal.com]

I get that a lot.

Nothing a hot bath, a pedicure and a Molly Ringwald marathon won't fix.

private

[fromlegal.livejournal.com]

If you'd like, I won't judge you for the truth this time.

Re: private

[whattingawhat.livejournal.com]

I got hit in the head several times so you're gonna have to go with my huh and clarify that for me.

Are you judging me for my Molly Ringwald love?

[10shlling6pence.livejournal.com]

...[just a deeply concerned Hatter--he loves you, Buffy, and though you may be a tough cookie, you will never avoid his affectionate fussing]

[whattingawhat.livejournal.com]

[Poor Tarrant. Affectionate fussing is always allowed especially when she's missing people from home]

[10shlling6pence.livejournal.com]

..Speak with me?

There must me something--anything or another thing--that I may be able to do.

[whattingawhat.livejournal.com]

Tarrant.

...I'm okay. My sister went home. [She could use a hug actually]

I'll be there in a little while to clean up.

[10shlling6pence.livejournal.com]

...My heart is entirely with you, Buffy. I am very sorry. [there will be so much hugging.]

Come sit with me. I've been attempting to hang light fixtures--it's..nearly comical, Mally remarked.

[whattingawhat.livejournal.com]

Okay.

[And true to her word, she shows up a few minutes later looking a little lost and a little damaged. She forces a smile at Tarrant.]

Comical?

[Video]

[a-bad-guy.livejournal.com]

[Eliot is just watching, cause really this is like porn for him. But he's also a little concerned cause he knows that kind of fighting all too well. Something's wrong. And he won't belittle hers or his intelligence by asking if she's okay. So he's just watching.]

Re: [Video]

[whattingawhat.livejournal.com]

[This is among one of the many reasons she and Eliot get along so well]

[perspectiveguy.livejournal.com]

[Buffy...]

[whattingawhat.livejournal.com]

[She sees what you did there, Xander. It will not be discussed later with movies. At least he can check to make sure she's okay.]

[notsobendy.livejournal.com]

Wow, this thing shows the craziest things.

[whattingawhat.livejournal.com]

Yeah they like exposing all our secrets.

[notsobendy.livejournal.com]

Why would you want to keep something like that a secret?

[whattingawhat.livejournal.com]

Because I'm not entirely sure my friends are going to approve of my job.

[notsobendy.livejournal.com]

So, based on this I'm guessing your job is...fighting monsters?