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48th Slay [action] They'll have to go through you first

[Buffy is in full patrol mode. She's even got the commando thing going for her with black cargo pants and a black turtle neck. The bright red pea coat isn't exactly military issue though nor are the fashionable high heeled black booties she's wearing. She's got her hair pulled back into a ponytail and she's wearing a sling style back pack filled with a variety of weapons. Stakes, both silver and wood are shoved into the waistband of her pants. There's water guns filled with holy water in the pockets. She's got dead man's blood, tranq guns and lead stakes. She's spent the week at the library doing research on various types of monsters from various worlds so she knows what she's up against.

Not that that's going to make it easy. It's never, ever easy.]

[ooc: If you've got a monster that needs to be killed in order to be saved, comment here. Give me some idea of what you want either in the comment, PM, email: writer@allengames.com or AIM: rageiscute I'll be happy to accommodate!]

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[Of course it isn't easy. It's the City. If anything were easy here, people would complain less.

Not that Charlie has anything to complain about. She had her water. She had her fins. She had her family. Life was---except now she sees something in red walk by and she wants it. Whatever it is. She does so love the color. She swims towards the surface of her watery territory, peeking just above the surface to watch Buffy and the red jacket.]

[Buffy steps back when Charlie pops above the water. She knows that face but she definitely doesn't normally have fins.]

Oh...hey. [Here's a wave.] Didn't realize the City had included Ariel in this whole shebang.

Ariel? [Land-dweller, what are you talking about? Charlie tilts her head just slightly.] Never heard of them.

[She's watching the jacket, now.] That's very red. I like it.

Of course not but that would have been [considering and brow furrowing now] potentially child hood scarring.

[She looks down at her jacket and takes another step back.] Thanks. It's new. You could try it on if you wanted.

[She's no longer interested in conversations about whoever 'Ariel' is. When Buffy takes a step back, Charlie swims forward some, still watching the jacket. She's not wary just yet, curiosity taking over a bit too much.]

Can I? [Pause] What does that feel like?

It's a soft wool sort of stuff. [She takes the backpack off, setting it to the side and slides the jacket off, holding it out of Charlie's reach. She wants to get as much of her body out of the water as possible before she jumps in to grab her.]

[Human Charlie doesn't usually care about fashion. She likes jeans, fun t-shirts. That's the extent of it. The Charlie Buffy is dealing with, though, is convinced she'd look good in that red thing. Even if she had no clue what it was. She follows the jacket, only slightly aware that she was heading towards dangerously shallow water. Don't mind the hand reaching for the soft thing, Buffy. Pay no attention to it.]

[Buffy grabs Charlie's wrist, pulling her out of the water and tossing aside the soft red thing in favor of getting Charlie well onto the shore in order to pin her to the ground.]

Really sorry about this but you're going to thank me later.

[Charlie immediately goes from curious to rage fueled and panicked. She struggles violently, hissing and growling. Her eyes and teeth shift, eyes going almost solid white except for tiny pupils and teeth elongating into something sharp. Her free hand tries pushing Buffy's fingers off of her wrist but, annoyingly enough, the land-dweller is too strong. This leaves Charlie uncertain, the mermaid deciding to drag them both back to the water. It doesn't work, however. She's already far enough on land and she could feel her fin shifting as it thrashes violently.

The faster her fin changes, the weaker Charlie gets and once her fins turn to legs, Charlie exhales and falls still.

Buffy: 1. Charlie: 0. She'll thank you when she revives, provided she can borrow that red coat. She's...really not wearing a whole lot at the moment.]

[Buffy just tries to contain and keep her on the ground. Teeth scrape her shoulder but the turtleneck takes the brunt of the damage. There's some slicing going on with the fin but again, Buffy's wardrobe gets the most of it. It's not an easy fight and when Charlie falls still, not breathing, Buffy pushes herself to her feet, brushing dirt off her clothes and assessing the damage.

She picks up her backpack, adjusts it and hangs around until Charlie revives.]

[After a few moments, Charlie revives with a start. A long gasp, a coughing fit and a muttered swear as she realizes several things.

1: She's soaking wet.
2: She's very much so lacking clothing and
3: She remembers everything about the last week.]

Jesus.

[She curls herself into a ball, turning to look over at Buffy a moment.] So...about that jacket...

[She's trying so hard to not say it through chattering teeth.] Also, I really hate being in the water. That was fucked up.

[She doesn't seem as bothered by it, though. Curses are becoming as normal as breathing. Almost.]

[Buffy feels really, really bad about having to do that so she gladly hands the jacket over.]

Sorry about that. [She fishes out a couple of oranges and holds them out to her] You can catch the subway back to your place for some coffee and blankets?

[Charlie takes the jacket, pulling it on as she stands. She also takes the oranges, smiling gratefully. She sighs, nodding.] Sounds like a plan. And thanks. For everything.

[She turns, wobbling slightly but steading herself as she goes. Waving at Buffy again, she speaks as she heads away.] Stay safe, Buffy.

Text me and let me know you got home okay. And be careful. There's lots of things out there tonight.

[Derek makes a showing. He's in the shadows, veiled by a spot of darkness. However, his voice should be recognizable to Buffy. It's been a long week of feeding on random bystanders. However, he's also fed on one Slayer so far this week. And after feeding on Faith and getting a taste for what it's like to taste Slayer blood, he's kind of craving a little more.]

Hey, Buffy. Out here alone?

[She's pretty aware of what Derek has become this week and she's been hunting him. It's lucky that she found him today. She gives an exaggerated shrug and a 'hmmm I don't know' face.]

Sort of the gig. That whole alone thing so I'm kind of used to it. [She has one of the wooden stakes in hand before she ever takes a step toward the shadows.] It's got to be getting to you though. You're not really an alone sort of guy, are you?

Oh, Cam's around here somewhere. I'm not alone. I am a little hungry though. [He steps closer to Buffy too, spying the stake and then stopping short. His gaze lifts from it up to Buffy's gaze. He hadn't really expected that, but maybe he should have.]

It's so easy for you, isn't it? Killing people you know... [Yep, he's about to use his profiling skills to make you feel like shit, Buffy. He'll feel bad about it later.] Killing in general, sure but... you and me, we've worked side by side here for awhile. And you just come at me with that thing without a thought like it's the easiest thing in the world.

[She can't pretend that it doesn't get under her skin. She's already killed Charlie today and that one was graphic and difficult. She expects this one won't be any different. When she speaks it's clear by the tone and timbre of her voice that he is getting to her. The problem is...Derek isn't telling her or making her feel anything that she hasn't thought about and felt herself.]

It used to be hard. It used to give me nightmares and then I grew up. You're not my friend anymore. My friend is dead and you're just the demon that took over.

Oh he's still very much in here. He doesn't seem too happy with all the people we've killed today.

[Derek starts moving in a circle around Buffy. Keeping a safe enough distance from her so that he could judge the situation carefully. Faith had been easy, she hadn't realized he was a vampire until he'd had her under his thrall and the rest had been like stealing candy from a baby. Apparently word had gotten around though. This wasn't going to be so easy. He couldn't play the friend card.]

At least I haven't killed anyone Derek knows. I've hurt a few though. [Cause of course the demon has to brag.] Turned one.

You wanna medal? 'Cause that's still not buying you any points with me, Buster. In fact, consider yourself grounded.

[She's going to circle him and swoop in to attempt a leg sweep.]

[He's quick, and he leaps that sweep of her leg. The leap ends in a low chuckle of amusement. He even leans in as he speaks the next words, a taunt, trying to get her to try again.]

I think that puts me ahead of you in the game if you're going to get all moral on me, right and wrong. Sounds like you've killed people you know. Tsk tsk, Buffy.

I've killed monsters that I know to protect people. Sorry. Moral high ground. I've still got it.

[She feigns a step back and instead turns it into a big roundhouse kick.]

I've saved a lot of lives and killed a lot of monsters too if you want to talk history. I'm talking today.

[Alright, that one gets him. He stumbles back a few feet and then lunges for her. That's Derek, always going for brute force first.]

(( ooc: because it'd be hilarious after math and new CR? ))

[ the best thing about troll vampires is that they glow. finding Karkat? hardly a problem. he's like a goddamn beacon, all white instead of gray and just pretty much loathing it something fierce. mostly because he's taken to staying out the last few days, so as not to bite Sollux accidentally.

Karkat's pretty out in the open, kicking a stray can and muttering incoherent swears under his breath. ]

[ooc: new CR is always fantastic.]

[The glowing makes her pull up short, cautious because she hasn't run into anything that glows yet. She reaches for her scythe, that sort of familiar go-to weapon, and advances a little closer.]

Let me guess...you're a vampiric Christmas tree?

[ Karkat pauses in his can-kicking, temporarily stopping in the abuse of its tin casing. his glare is only half assed at best, more withering instead of barely contained irritation borderline rage. ]

The fuck is even a Christmas tree? If you're going to assault my articular sponge clots with lame brain one-liners at least make them somewhat comprehensible!

[ gives that can one good, hard kick. ]

Though the attempted wit is lost in the massive throes of cultural barriers, yes. The term "vampire" is the same fucking thing as a rainbowdrinker, correct?

[She's just giving him an utterly confused look. It's not usual for her opponents to talk back but really?]

And your witty banter is top notch there.

[She's hesitant to hurt anyone who isn't actively hurting others but she's also become aware that this is the 'cure' to the curse the deities have given them. She shifts the scythe's weight a bit in one hand.]

Right and rainbow is code for blood in your world?

[ and he's really not so surprised. it's a pretty usual reaction around here, so he just dismisses it.

unfortunately, Karkat isn't aware of this "cure." ]

What? Did you think I would be shithive maggots?

[ stops and rubs at his temples. actually, maybe he is just insane. no other troll would be in such inner turmoil, would they? ]

Forget that. It's probably a common assumption.

[ drops his hands, still looking rather irritated. all right. so this chick has never spoken to one of his teammates before. cool. ]

No, it's not. Troll terminology, exception to blue blood vernacular, has a different pattern. We describe things for what they fucking do instead of cute little nicknames. A "fan" would be whirling device. A "bedroom" is a respiteblock. So, in essence, a rainbowdrinker is coined as such because they drink blood - which for a troll comes in a plethora of colors.

You would be what?

[So much confusion and then interest.] Oh. I didn't--troll-vampire?

Trompire...no...Vamoll...I don't think so.

[She's going to sneak a bit closer while she's pondering the proper name for him and then with slayer speed, swing the scythe in an arc that will succeed in beheading him if he doesn't stop it, dodge or otherwise notice.]

[ooc: Canonically it's debatable how fast she is. Much, much faster than a human beyond that, it's a guess.

(( ooc: fff. it's fine. don't really know how trolls compare to humans, sob. ))

Are you fucking serious. You're trying to give my race a goddamn name -

[ but Karkat hadn't been hatched yesterday. that scythe meets a sickle blade, Karkat's paranoia focusing on it early on. an entire culture specifically cultivated to raise him and eleven others to beat Sgrub generally produced its desired affect: he's ready for a fight if it comes his way.

that and there's this nasty thing about blood color. Karkat hates his and exposing it at any point is not an option. ]

The fuck is that even for!? Or is it that you make a habit of culling kids due to being alien?

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[She parries the sickle blade away and takes a step back, scythe held up defensively.]

No...I'm taking away the vampire part of things. It's a City...thing. If I kill you, you'll wake up a few minutes later just you. No fangs. Or maybe fangs but no blood sucking vampirsm.

[ he pauses when she steps back, sickle still heavy in his hand. so killing him fixes him? Karkat considers the possibility... he's aware that death here doesn't carry quite the weigh that it does in the Medium, under certain circumstances. honestly, he doesn't want to be City dead.

but if that's the only way, currently, and it will stop him from potentially turning on his moirail?

Karkat puts his sickle back in his strife deck, just standing there. ]

You know you could have fucking said that to start with and spared some of your goddamn energy. Jegus fuck...

[That's...surprising and earns a confused look from Buffy.]

Because...most people don't believe me slash in their cursed whatever-ness want to stay monster-y slash are scared of the whole kill, kill, dead thing.

[She pulls the scythe back, readying for the swing, jaw setting when she does. This part is never easy.] At least it'll be quick. [And she swings.]

[ kind of rolls his eyes. there's nothing to actually lose, belief that it's a cure or not. perhaps he should be thankful that being a rainbowdrinker doesn't necessarily do anything to change the personality of a troll - something to consider if he ever runs into one ~~Kanaya~~.

and death? well that's something that he's just come to terms with. chances of dying in the Medium are kind of at 90%, and mostly by the hand of either Jack or Gamzee. again... can't be afraid of the inevitable, can you? ~~just wait until that canon update.~~

but he doesn't want to see it coming, nope. doesn't want to anticipate. so when she pulls back, he shuts his eyes and his hands clench at his side.

won't even feel a thing when the connection is made. should be used to dead bodies slumping forward, right Buff? ]

[Buffy will stick around because no one should wake up dead alone so when he does wake up, she'll be leaning against a wall nearby decidedly not dealing with the fact that she's killing more and more people she knows, or will know, today.

Yeah, totally used to dead bodies slumping forward. That doesn't mean that it doesn't bother her.]

[ and sure enough, Karkat's eyes open and he's stumbling around to sit upright. better believe he's feeling his neck. then fangs. back to normal size.

Karkat then looks at his hands. no glowing. well - ]

It actually fucking worked.

[Buffy shrugs a little. It makes her feel a bit better when they come back.] You can send the therapy bill to the deities.

I'll pass. I already made one fucking deal and I don't intend on getting involved with them again.

[ pushing himself up to his feet. ]

Thanks, I guess.

Yeah, deals with the deities, not good. Anyway, you're welcome.

[pause]

I'm Buffy, by the way. I didn't really get to the introductions before I killed you.

[ introductions. well polite behavior is something he will always encourage - even if he isn't always the most courteous of trolls. ]

Karkat.

I guess...nice to meet you. Glad the whole Mary Antoinette thing worked. [She means decapitation. She's trying to be sensitive. Kind of.]

[ waves it off. ]

Spare me. In what goddamn universe would this situation fall under the "nice to meet you" cliche? It doesn't, so pleasantries are far from necessary.

[ rubs at his neck. ]

Fuck, you have no idea how glad I am, though.

[Buffy gives him a bit of a smile.]

Me too. anyway...I'll talk to you later.

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