Max wasn't one of the people quick to complain about a ton of incoming monsters. Having something around whose face she could rearrange with her fist had been a nice outlet, but none of it had managed to change the inescapable fact that this place was a prison, and that this time there was no easy way to break out.
She'd been out of the loop back
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She was patrolling, because there was a ton of incoming monsters, and she was doing her job. Her job had ruined a few shirts, gotten blood all over her shoes and had her going through weapons like they're candy, but it was what she had to do. Better her ruining a few pieces of clothing than someone getting killed. Tonight's a slow night, though, and there weren't a lot of monsters around.
Of course the night she's actually doing her job, the monsters don't want her to do it.
"So typical."
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"What is?" she said, raising her voice loud enough to drift down to her.
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She then turned around to face her a little more. "The time when I'm actually out here looking for monster to fight, there isn't any around?"
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"You could try lookin' outside the fence."
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Buffy was practicing the buddy system in the wood. That way, if she happened to get eaten, there was someone there to tell everyone else. She looked up with a shrug. "Besides ... this is more me making sure that the big bad beasties don't get in, rather than actively seeking them out."
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"Doesn't seem like a quiet night would be something to complain about, then."
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"Max. And I'm pretty sure the complaint department's closed for business."
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