11th Slayer [Video] but I'm a supergirl, and supergirls just fly.

[whattingawhat]

[Buffy turns the video on her face and she looks pissed. She's got a gash on her head that's dribbling blood, a bruise on her cheek, a black eye, her lip is split and oh there's a nasty bite on her neck that's seeping blood.]

Really not funny to let the girl who gets beat up like it's her...oh her job revisit all her old wounds.

[The view drops rapidly like she's losing grip on it to show a weeping gut wound. She presses her free hand to it and rights the camera, looking into it]

At least none of it actually hurts?

This time.

[She sounds less pissed off now but then that could be blood loss. Oh well. What doesn't kill her makes her stronger. Literally in most cases]

And shouldn't healing on crack kick in right about...oh at least a year ago. Five in some cases.

I'm going to get more gauze. [And the video flicks off]

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[commarogue]

[Whatever, it sounds super healthy. Shut up.]

Nothing, I'm good. ...Allergies.

[whattingawhat.livejournal.com]

[A sigh because she doesn't believe you Faith]

'Cause you sound like all you need is a Benadryl.

[commarogue]

[Probably believe her less when Faith's voice gets harder and she's breathing heavier.]

Sudafed. Same effects, less drowsiness.

[whattingawhat.livejournal.com]

See I shoulda read the warning label. I thought Benydrl would get the job done.

[commarogue]

[Resolve weakening...]

[whattingawhat.livejournal.com]

[She sees what you're doing there]

Maybe I should have added some tea with honey. To really get that kick going.

[And a muttered dammit. She's dripping on the floor]

[commarogue]

Don't worry about it, I can take care of all this myself. Just gotta stop the bleeding...

[whattingawhat.livejournal.com]

Somehow I'm thinking that's the one thing we can't do today. Might be a good idea to stick around people until midnight. You can die here. You just end up a zombie with higher brain function and usually less of a craving for brains.

[commarogue]

Die? That's all you. Just a coma every once in awhile for me.

[whattingawhat.livejournal.com]

Right. In that case, coma girl away.

[commarogue]

Race you. Outta my coma before you're on your what? Third lease on life?

[Yup. This is her way of asking how bad Buffy's are.]

[whattingawhat.livejournal.com]

Depends on if you count the time I got shot or not.

[Which is obviously: will probably live this time]

[commarogue]

Seriously Buffy. You gotta quit with the gang banging routine.

[Still worried, but easier to make jokes, here.]

[whattingawhat.livejournal.com]

It was a phase. You know the thug's life and all. Hey I got out though.

[commarogue]

Good to know you learned to leave the shady business to yours truly, at least.

[whattingawhat.livejournal.com]

We all have our niches.

Or is that Neitzche?

[commarogue]

Had it in one, B. [Does she sound tired?] Look B, I gotta go uh. Change my gauze or whatever.

[whattingawhat.livejournal.com]

[Buffy notices the tired] Yeah. Let me know you haven't slipped into a coma. Since you're...y'know known for that.