if we hear any inspirational power chords
CHARACTERS: buffying & tembleques
WHEN: Midnight or later. SOMETIME DESERTED.
WHERE: The cafeteria et al.
RATING: K for Kanda
WARNINGS: see rating. seriously.
WHAT: A Slayer. An Exorcist. Tea. Gratuitous training sequence.
LOG:
[some things never change. even with the first subtle strains of the virus starting to twist their way through her body, making her less active and more fatigued with each day that passes, Buffy is still what she has always been: the slayer, and by nature a slayer walks in darkness. she fights it but she is also a part of it, and draws strength from its embrace--
okay, so that's the emo poetry way of saying she tends to stay up late, a force of habit to which tonight is no exception. her quiet patrols of the halls of Ceriu, conducted when most are in their beds asleep, are a nightly ritual that bring a little slice of the familiar into her otherwise unfamiliar life. doesn't matter that she's not sure what she's patrolling for and never finds anything; it's still a comfort to her.
and so is this. patrol over, Buffy has retired to a table in the back of the cafeteria, alone and contemplative, nursing a steaming cup of tea in both hands for the warmth it provides. tea has been on her mind a little, these past couple of days. can't think why.]
WHEN: Midnight or later. SOMETIME DESERTED.
WHERE: The cafeteria et al.
RATING: K for Kanda
WARNINGS: see rating. seriously.
WHAT: A Slayer. An Exorcist. Tea. Gratuitous training sequence.
LOG:
[some things never change. even with the first subtle strains of the virus starting to twist their way through her body, making her less active and more fatigued with each day that passes, Buffy is still what she has always been: the slayer, and by nature a slayer walks in darkness. she fights it but she is also a part of it, and draws strength from its embrace--
okay, so that's the emo poetry way of saying she tends to stay up late, a force of habit to which tonight is no exception. her quiet patrols of the halls of Ceriu, conducted when most are in their beds asleep, are a nightly ritual that bring a little slice of the familiar into her otherwise unfamiliar life. doesn't matter that she's not sure what she's patrolling for and never finds anything; it's still a comfort to her.
and so is this. patrol over, Buffy has retired to a table in the back of the cafeteria, alone and contemplative, nursing a steaming cup of tea in both hands for the warmth it provides. tea has been on her mind a little, these past couple of days. can't think why.]