whattingawhat: (Thrall | Confused | Bit Scared)


[picks up somewhere in the middle of thisThe device clicks on as it hits the floor just in time to catch sight of Buffy shoving Faith up against the stair railing hard enough to crack wood and rain plaster dust from the ceiling down. There's another shutter and cracking of wood as Buffy slams her body into Faith's, mouths colliding. It's a very violent, through kiss with a good deal of biting and hair pulling. The kiss breaks when the wooden railing finally shatters, sending both slayers tumbling to the floor a few feet below. Buffy lays there stunned for a moment before she rolls to her feet.]

I hate this place. [And she's fleeing the warehouse, snagging a stake on the way out going to kill things and work off built up frustration. Or so she thinks.]

[ooc: Come kiss Buffy! Killing things are for girls that aren't cursed.]
whattingawhat: (Grounding myself to my room)
[Buffy is sitting at the island in her kitchen. There are an assortment of breads scattered around the top of the island. Buffy is sitting with her chin propped up in one hand, a pout on her face.]

My kingdom for a yogurt or...grapefruit. I like grapefruit. I wonder if the City would be sympathetic if I told them I'd just started a low carbs diet.
whattingawhat: (This is war [beaten])
[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!]
whattingawhat: (That's embarrassing)
[The device is sitting on a table behind Buffy. When it comes on, it shows Buffy standing in front of a mirror. She runs a brush through her hair then her fingers before she looks up into the mirror. She startles at seeing her reflection, but doesn't scream then takes a step back. Hovering there above (or perhaps beneath) her reflection is a ghost of how she looked before Willow pulled her out of the grave, half decomposed. She turns to see the device on, still looking shaken and pale.]

So...curse day, right? Otherwise there's going to be some mirror breaking in my house and I seriously don't need any more years of bad luck. Or maybe if you break a creepy mirror it goes the other way. Seven years of good luck.

Fingers crossed.
whattingawhat: (Nose crinkle I love my life)
[Buffy flips on the video and steps away from it so that the City can see her new outfit. It's not so bad. It could be worse but all together it's a bit...well much.]

You know, I woke up this morning and decided: shopping spree. A girl needs pretty clothes to work in and date in and slay in. [She twirls a bit here.]

Dawnie, sister sponsored shopping trip if you want to come along. [Of course she'll be bossy and try to wrest you into the latest couture Dawn.]
whattingawhat: ([No ship] Hot)
Cut for Spoilers to S8 Comics & tl;dr about Buffy's sex/romantic life )

[ooc: Yeah she's cursed with the 'We did that?' curse. Feel free to comment, mock and otherwise horrify her even further. She knows she posted this on the network. She just couldn't help herself.]
whattingawhat: (Slain slayed)
[There's an action sequence of Buffy fighting a small knot of zombies. She's kicking, punching and in one instance, staking a zombie in the ear. She pulls the stake out with a disgusted face. There's zombie blood and goo and brains on it.]

Turns out, killing zombies, not that different from killing vampires. Stay away from the teeth and shove a stake through a vital organ. [She bends to wipe her stake on the ground.] More with the ewww and less with the dusting.

I miss the dusting. [She sighs and then goes to meet another zombie head on so she can repeat the process over again.]

[ooc: Open to action, video or voice responses]
whattingawhat: (It's lonely up here)
[The video flickers on to Buffy in a pair of yoga pants and a tank top. She's got her hair pulled up and her hand rests on a punching bag that's still swaying slightly. She doesn't turn to the video when she speaks]

The thing about weaknesses...they keep changing. Or at least some of them get more priority than they used to. Once upon a time, my greatest weakness was Angel. I quit the council over him, still supporting that move by the way. I nearly died to save him--and I guess I'm still support-o girl of that move too. Then Dawnie came along and I realized comparatively, Angel was never a weakness. I told Giles I'd quit if Dawn died. I meant it and not for three months like I did when Angel died. I'd quit for good. Move to some tiny town, buy a tea cozy and put up a fence that wasn't picket.

Then I died and--I came back and...[She pushes the punching bag away, makes a tight circle and wraps her arms around her waist. She dips her head, closing in on herself. Her voice drops in volume and her shoulders curve a bit as if weighted down.]

It changed everything. I'd still die for Dawn. I'd still fight until my very last breath to make sure she gets everything in life she deserves but...[A very significant pause] Giles told me not that long ago that things had changed--I had changed--if it were the tower and Dawn and the world all over again...[Curse or not, she can't and won't finish that sentence]

I'm the Slayer, not the only one anymore but still the and that's my weakness. I can send them all out and watch them get knocked down or save the world. Either way, it's all on me. They're my responsibility. Willow made them but it was my idea. Every girl that dies, every girl that wins, every girl that hates what I've made her is my responsibility.

And sometimes I feel like I'm drowning in it.

[She shuts the video off abruptly.]
whattingawhat: (Scythe matters)
[The video opens with static then stablizes and shows Buffy dressed like this swap out trident for scythe. There's a smear of blood across her collarbone, claw marks decorate her shoulder, her lip is busted and there's a bruise blooming on her cheekbone. She's the one standing and the monster, several sizes bigger than her, is lying in pieces scattered across the arena floor. The sound of the audience chanting overwhelms any other sound.]

[ooc:Let the bodices hit the floor curse. It's a cheesy historical romance gladiator era.]
whattingawhat: (Solitude)
[Lady Anne, affectionately known to her friends as Buffy, is up from the coast for the ball. At one time she was considered a social butterfly, the toast of French royalty but recently she's fallen out of favor with the 'in crowd' which leaves her feeling a bit outcast at the moment. She wanders through the palace on the edges of the crowd. She smiles softly to those that catch her eye but she looks a bit timid, as if she'd rather be anywhere but here.

After a couple of hours, she slips out of the palace for some fresh air and a bit of a break from the event.]

[ooc: I didn't originally intend to do anything with her for the curse but then I remembered the episode that turned her into a princess and I couldn't help myself.]
whattingawhat: (total face palm)
[There's a very cranky slayer trying to pick off the tiny mic planted on the strap of her tank. She looks ready to smash it into pieces, if she can just get it off]

Are the citizens of the City safer with you around?

I don't know. I try to make them safer. [Clearly she's not comfortable with this line of questioning]

And yet people are being injured by carousel animals and the Underground is shifting. Most people would say things in the City have gotten worse.

[She shoots the camera a glare but underneath that is something hurt and guilty. This line of thought isn't foreign to Buffy. She feels responsible, like she should be able to make things safer here.]

Excuse me? Did I miss a memo where this place made me a deity? Because that'd be sort of cool. [She's trying to cover up any evidence of guilt that she feels with snark.]

So you're saying you think you could do a better job?

[Buffy drops her face into her hands. Her words are muffled.]

Can't we talk about my lack of love life now?
whattingawhat: (She will rule again)
Buffy Anne Summers
Beloved Sister
Devoted Friend
She saved the world. A lot.
1981-1997 2001-2011


[Voice]

...I'd be more worried if I were asleep.

...I'm not asleep, right? This isn't a...someone pinch me.
whattingawhat: (This is my Giles impression)
[Buffy is sitting at the coffee shop where she's met Giles the last two times there's been a day or two like this. She's got tea instead of coffee today and Dawn's notes on the Yeti. She thinks they'd be interesting to him. She's tense, on edge and definitely waiting for him to show up]

Has anyone seen a guy walking around and rubbing his glasses a lot? Or a redhead--pretty, shy and friendly. Or maybe a guy that looks like Billy Idol? Or a broody forehead guy? Or...anyone claiming to be from Sunnydale really.
whattingawhat: (No approval here)
[The video clicks on to Buffy lying on the couch with a blanket pulled up to her chin. She's got her arms wrapped a stuffed pig that's not Mr. Gordo but a close enough replica. Her eyes and nose are red. She looks absolutely miserable. On the coffee table in front of her, there is an assortment of kleenex, cough drops, cough medicine, aspirin, teapot and cup.]

Not funny, City. Slayers. Don't. Get. Sick.

P.S I hate you.
whattingawhat: (The hell you say)
---not fair. I mean seriously does everyone know about my relationship history? Is there some form that I forgot that I filled out. And those were two very specific, separete situations...vampires. Whatever. They had souls. Have souls. It's not like I--And there were people--okay person between--actually if you count Owen--who was post slayer--there were like at least 3 people who weren't vampires and I swear I did not date The Immortal. That was a rumor and also my decoy that was dating him. Give me a little credit. It's not like Spike went by William the Bloody when I was--or even--okay so Angel did go by Angelus for a little while but that was because he was--

[Deep breath]

Evil and you can't really say we were dating during the evil portion of The Life and Times at Sunnydale High. We were definitely broken up. You know that happens when your boyfriend kills your friends and your friends' fish.

[Some incoherent mumbling here by someone that is not Buffy]

What? No I do not have a supernatural fetish. I mean sure Satsu is a slayer and Riley was...he was normal for at least...a couple of months. Parker! Parker was entirely normal...and jerktastic but normal and Owen. I mentioned the normalacy of Owen right? And Pike back in LA. Also normal.

Not to mention Hello! Dating Eliot now and he's an entirely and totally normal boy.

[A very long pause]

Can't we talk about apocalypses or the times I saved the world or even my slay fashion faux passe.
whattingawhat: (She'll kill you with a smile)
[There's a tiny, unassuming blonde fighting for her life. She's got a gash above her eyebrow that looks hours old. A heavy fist catches her under the jaw and she stumbles back, her head hitting a tree. She goes still, tension leaving her body. Her opponent advances, a knife in his hand. The blade comes toward her throat, the man leaning over her body. Buffy's eyes fly open and she grabs the man's shirt, shooting her knee up into his gut]

Boys. You just can't resist a fall and faint.

[There's an audible crunch when she slams his hand hard into the ground, rolls to her feet while simultaneously forcing him to his back. The sharp heel of her boot digs into his throat.]

My bad. I thought I could try the whole damsel in distress thing. Turns out I still suck at it.

[She removes her heel only to kick him hard enough in the temple that he goes unconscious.]

It's like Homecoming all over again.

[Private]

Dawnie, you okay?

[ooc: Sponsors, fighters and viewers at home all welcome. I am actually okay with killing her provided a character actually can kill her. She's killed goddesses, ancient vampires and the first evil. Girl doesn't go down easy. writer@allengames.com if you've got questions or want to arrange something]
whattingawhat: (No approval here)
Saved the world [Nice]
Cratered Sunnydale [Naughty]
Killed my best friend when she went evil [Naughty]
Let Andrew live [Nice]
Ate the entire pint of Chubby Hubby in the freezer [Naughty]
Recorded ice skating over Spike's dvr'd Passions [Naughty]


Okay so Naughty won out but my two nice things were really, really nice. I think it balances out.
whattingawhat: (This is my Giles impression)
[Buffy is standing in the square of the City with a cup of coffee. She's got a peculiar look on her face as she looks at all the people bustling around. It's not unpleasant. More afraid to hope than anything]

Calling all Sunnydale residents? Anyone in temporary captivity--not captivity. I mean--guestage. Temporary guestage.

[ooc; Fourth wall her, tell her she's not real, recognize her from the tv show or comics. Her canon point is right after she comes back from Fray's world]
whattingawhat: (WWBD)
[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]
whattingawhat: (She'll kill you with a smile)
Slaying for Dummies

1. Wear a cross
2. Carry a bottle of holy water
3. Do not, I repeat do not carry a stake. Shoving a sharp piece of wood through someone's rib cage and piercing the heart is a lot harder than it looks.
4. Don't go out in dark alleys or graveyards alone.
5. If their fashion sense is a decade or more behind chances are, it's a vampire. Don't go home with them.
6. Put me on speed dial.
7. No really, put me on speed dial.
8. When in doubt, call me.

Edited Afterwards to include:

9. See this vampire? He's Spike. Don't stake him.

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