whattingawhat: (Scythe matters)
[There's a golden haired angel running around Hell. She's got wings, the flaming sword and doesn't see the need for armor. She thrusts the sword through the heart of a demon then turns to slice the head off another. She'll ferry lost souls toward rescuers and smite demons in her path or partner up with another angel. She's in the upper circles so feel free to run into her]


[ooc: Angels, demons, lost souls, have at it]
whattingawhat: ([hurt] I will kick your ass powerless)
[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]
whattingawhat: (Contemplation)
Mythology...anyone ever think about addressing the whole regret issue? Consideration. It deserves some.

Euphemia...I think There's a gift certificate for you at Akindo. You can buy new underwear. I'm tossing yours because I figured...no one wants to wear things that someone stole. It's creepy and wrong and I would know sort of personally. I'm really sorry for being a creeper. I'm not usually. Cross my heart.

Apples...the ones I stole from the grocery...I'll be by to pay for those.

Also...the Lion...I--the lion. I feel like I should say I'm sorry? I mean...he's a lion right? It could have been worse. It could have been a person and I thought there was a person there but there wasn't. I mean I was being all save-girl.

...Now I'm going to go brood. With chocolate.
whattingawhat: (The hard way or the hard way)
[The video camara flickers on. At first it's just a waist level shot. There's a slayer clad in jeans tucked into a pair of camel colored knee high boots. After a moment the camera angle changes as Buffy sets the camera off to the side. She's rocking the flow-ey, wavey, movie star hair. She's standing at the outer barrier of the clock looking up at it and there's someone beside her. A little study shows that it's [livejournal.com profile] a_bad_guy. Buffy tilts her head and tosses the scythe up lightly in the air then catches it.]

So there's Plan A or Plan B. Plan A is---really there's just plan B. We hit it really hard until it breaks.

[ooc:Action is locked to Eliot. Buffy set her device down behind her and didn't realize it was on so the entire interaction with Eliot and the clock will be broadcast. All replies will come from post-trying-to-kill-the-clock. This has been run by mods]

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