"I heal...fast," Buffy answered. "Uhm...almost anything minor like bruises, cuts, scrapes within twelve hours. More major...twenty four. When I've broken my nose...it was healed in...like maybe forty eight hours and it never did the nasty black eyes and swelling thing broken noses do. Other things...I've never taken more than a week to heal from anything. And that was sort of a special circumstance. I don't go to the hospital for anything short of massive blood loss and by massive I mean...four to five pints massive. Also if I get shot because they're better at removing bullets and they give me lots of fuzzy pain killers. It takes more alcohol or drugs to knock me out because my constitution is through the roof and then I metabolize it all a lot quicker. Getting drunk is like a challenge."
She mused a moment, tucking a strand of hair behind one ear. "I can run about 70 to 80 miles an hour. I sort of tracked myself once on accident. I mean I was chasing down a bus. Uhm...I only need 3 to 4 hours of sleep a night but I can function on 2. Less than that and I start getting run down."
She sighed and took a sip of her beer. "Also, I'm sort of...the leader of the slayers? I was the last one that was made because a girl died. Her name was India. Anyway, that scythe that's under the bed. It was made for a slayer by some powerful women about the same time the first slayer was made. Willow, my best friend, took the scythe and made all the girls that might be slayers, slayers because I needed an army. That sort of made me General Buffy. I'm kind of famous? Or infamous. Something like that. Lots of people hate me for what I did."
She picked up another eggroll and took a bite of it. "A slayer is kind of like a monster's worst nightmare. We're the things Mommy Monsters tell Baby Monsters about to get them to behave. You know...'If you don't get in bed the Slayer is going to come get you..." that kind of thing."
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She mused a moment, tucking a strand of hair behind one ear. "I can run about 70 to 80 miles an hour. I sort of tracked myself once on accident. I mean I was chasing down a bus. Uhm...I only need 3 to 4 hours of sleep a night but I can function on 2. Less than that and I start getting run down."
She sighed and took a sip of her beer. "Also, I'm sort of...the leader of the slayers? I was the last one that was made because a girl died. Her name was India. Anyway, that scythe that's under the bed. It was made for a slayer by some powerful women about the same time the first slayer was made. Willow, my best friend, took the scythe and made all the girls that might be slayers, slayers because I needed an army. That sort of made me General Buffy. I'm kind of famous? Or infamous. Something like that. Lots of people hate me for what I did."
She picked up another eggroll and took a bite of it. "A slayer is kind of like a monster's worst nightmare. We're the things Mommy Monsters tell Baby Monsters about to get them to behave. You know...'If you don't get in bed the Slayer is going to come get you..." that kind of thing."