[023 - Buffy the... Fairy Slayer. | Video]
[Buffy's hair color is red, white and blue, in a near-perfect replica of an American flag pattern. As perfect as it can get in hair. She looks positively annoyed, a manic sort of edge to her voice.]
Anyone found a way to- [A fairy moves to touch her hair, but she is able to swat it away first.] Ugh. Deal with these things? They're so not nice storybook material. But since when are they ever. Can-? [And a fairy is able to touch her hair, it turns grey.] God! Oh, ew. [She looks at her face in the video with a mortified look. Distracted again, a different fairy is able to touch her hair and turn it green. Her eyes widen in horror as she quickly drops the communicator, face down. After a moment of shuffling sounds, you can now hear the unmistakable sound of a sword being released from its sheath.]
I'm going to pluck every single last stupid humming jingling wing from your creepy little bodies!! [Just then, a fairy has snuck over and lifted the communicator, giving everyone a first-row view of Buffy pacing around her room with a long sharp shiny sword and waiting for the chance to hit one. Her hair is bright, cotton candy pink now.] Here, fairy, fairies... [One gets close enough, but she misses with the sword. Buffy waits a little longer, sharp eyes following their quick bodies until...
She slices one clean in half.
A building, loud humming noise can be heard, and the short-lived triumphant expression on Buffy's face has turned into one of dread.] Uh oh. [A massive swarm of Fairies has appeared and are now buzzing around her like bees. She rushes, grabs her communicator and runs out of her room.]
[A few hours later - Spam for Ariadne!]
[She was able to ditch the swarm of Fairies after a while, and is now bravely considering going back to her room. There are lots of things in there she can't afford to have messed with. Mostly, weapons. And shoes. But until then, she's wandering the halls with her sword, and keeping an eye out for more of those terrible terrible evil cruel sadistic creatures. Her hair color has turned back to normal, but she looks as though she's been in a windstorm. Her clothes are messed up, torn, and her hair is half-frizzy and half-swept-back. Not a good look.
Picking up a voice as soon as she enters a new level, she searches for the source until it leads her to a closet. Trying to open the closet, the handle tightens and slams itself shut again. She can hear the little flip-flap of fairy-wings near by, and she groans.] Who's in there?
Anyone found a way to- [A fairy moves to touch her hair, but she is able to swat it away first.] Ugh. Deal with these things? They're so not nice storybook material. But since when are they ever. Can-? [And a fairy is able to touch her hair, it turns grey.] God! Oh, ew. [She looks at her face in the video with a mortified look. Distracted again, a different fairy is able to touch her hair and turn it green. Her eyes widen in horror as she quickly drops the communicator, face down. After a moment of shuffling sounds, you can now hear the unmistakable sound of a sword being released from its sheath.]
I'm going to pluck every single last stupid humming jingling wing from your creepy little bodies!! [Just then, a fairy has snuck over and lifted the communicator, giving everyone a first-row view of Buffy pacing around her room with a long sharp shiny sword and waiting for the chance to hit one. Her hair is bright, cotton candy pink now.] Here, fairy, fairies... [One gets close enough, but she misses with the sword. Buffy waits a little longer, sharp eyes following their quick bodies until...
She slices one clean in half.
A building, loud humming noise can be heard, and the short-lived triumphant expression on Buffy's face has turned into one of dread.] Uh oh. [A massive swarm of Fairies has appeared and are now buzzing around her like bees. She rushes, grabs her communicator and runs out of her room.]
[A few hours later - Spam for Ariadne!]
[She was able to ditch the swarm of Fairies after a while, and is now bravely considering going back to her room. There are lots of things in there she can't afford to have messed with. Mostly, weapons. And shoes. But until then, she's wandering the halls with her sword, and keeping an eye out for more of those terrible terrible evil cruel sadistic creatures. Her hair color has turned back to normal, but she looks as though she's been in a windstorm. Her clothes are messed up, torn, and her hair is half-frizzy and half-swept-back. Not a good look.
Picking up a voice as soon as she enters a new level, she searches for the source until it leads her to a closet. Trying to open the closet, the handle tightens and slams itself shut again. She can hear the little flip-flap of fairy-wings near by, and she groans.] Who's in there?