whattingawhat | 17th Slay [Video || Action] You Miss the Super Chick Within

[Patrolling the Underground is something Buffy does every night. There's almost a comfort in the fact that at least here in the City there's no such thing as a slow night. She's always got something to beat on. Which is what she's doing when the device skitters across some broken pavement and turns on.

"Soap. Look into it. They even have flower scented body gel now."

She kicks the thing she's fighting square in the chest and sends it sailing to land against the wall with a crunch.

"You might even try lotion. It could help the skin condition you've got going on."

She moves in with the stake. Her aim is perfect but only the point of the stake buries itself in the creature's chest. The sound that gurgles out of him is as close to a laugh as anything else. He lunges at Buffy. She's still a bit in shock that the fact that the stake didn't go in but she reacts instinctively with a right hook that should have stunned the creature. Instead she lets out a scream of surprise and out right pain. Her arm feels like it's broken and this is a feeling she remembers. It shakes her out of her shock and she turns to run but her usual preternatural speed isn't there. She slips a little, snags the device and pushes herself up to run again. Balance, grace, speed and strength all off. Apparently she's going to have to get through this with human abilities.]

[ooc: Armistice Day. Backdated to midnightish. If anyone wants to come save her, be my guest. If they don't she'll manage on her own]

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Buffy is home sitting on the couch with tea and swaddled in leggings, a big sweatshirt and blankets. She smiles at him and pats the couch. "Come sit with weakling me." She has Ice Castles on the tv. So Sorry Eliot.

Finding her on the couch, he walks over to her and leans over to kiss her forehead before sitting down next to her. He wraps an arm around her shoulders and pulls her close to him paying no heed to what's on TV. He's not really a TV guy so it might take him awhile to notice the fooferah on the screen. "You don't feel bad do you? Like sick or something? It's just no super strength?"

Hey, not noticing works for her. She curls up next to him and shakes her head. "My arm hurts. No slayer healing, no slayer pain tolerance, no slayer speed or strength. Just a girl."

The hold of his arm around her loosened a bit in attempt to be more gentle. He didn't want to hurt her. "Aren't you always just a girl?" And really, from Eliot's perception, she was. He didn't quite get why she would think she wasn't.

That gets Eliot a kiss. She turns around in his arm, her arms going around his neck and leaning in to kiss him gently.

He accepts that kiss, possibly grinning into it for a moment before he tightens his hold on her and his lips part to deepen that kiss.

17th Slay [Video || Action] You Miss the Super Chick Within

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