when you called, your voice was so grave...

[neverdamseling]

Meeting up with Dean hadn't taken long. He warned her to take care of his guns, she'd promised to do so, there was mutual luck-wishing, and she was off. The video's ingrained in her mind, playing on repeat when she sleeps and burning a hole in her psyche. It's horrific, the things that man did - what he's capable of, and Buffy is well aware of the

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[princerat]

Saul had been affected by the video himself, and had also been on a patrol, of sorts, crawling the roofs and the sewers and streets, listening for trouble. He just wanted to be doing something. He'd ended up about a block away from the park, and maybe because he was looking for trouble, he eventually found it. As he stood on a rooftop, the Rift had dropped a creature nearly on top of his head. It was bigger than a horse, with six legs each ending in curved talons. It had a face like an anglerfish that was all teeth, and razor spikes all along its back. And it had come through angry. He fought it, with teeth and claws and no weapons, until he'd physically ripped it to shreds. It had screamed when it died.

He left the pieces of it behind him on the roof, dropped to the street and turned the corner. It's the first thing he's killed entirely on his own. Besides just his want to make the city a bit safer, he'd also sought this out in an effort to relieve stress; that selfish motive makes him feel sort of bad about what he's done. Despite

[neverdamseling]

Buffy can sense the presence of someone unknown. Someone she's never met. She's not getting any vibes from whatever it is that she should be frightened or threatened in any manner, so she continues on normally. She just keeps her eyes peeled. When she catches sight of the man - or, what she assumes to be a man - her approach becomes more cautious. He's acting very strangely, as if he's paranoid about something. Up to something. She tries not to assume too much, but with what she's just seen? She figures she can't be too careful.

Her pace slows, and she furrows her brow and squints to get a better look as she grows nearer. Her head cants to the side; the closer the gets, the stranger he seems. But... not dangerous. Just... weird. "Uh," she starts, walking up to him, "Hi?" She thinks it's weird that he's stopped, frozen like a deer in headlights, just because she's there.

[princerat]

To Saul, she looks like she's up to something as well. But whatever that something is, the important part is it hasn't involved her and him and fighting. That's just fine for right now, because he's not up to it, and he doesn't like having to run away from anything. He forces his posture to relax just a bit out of fight-or-flight mode. And out of a sense of politeness he even attempts to wipe the blood from his mouth, but his hand is just as bloody so that doesn't work out so well. It simply mixes with the rest of the dirt on his countenance to make an even sticky coating.

"Hi." His voice is just a bit too deep, with a slithering quality to it. Subtly inhuman, also British, with overtones of exhaustion.

"You have a lot of fucking weaponry," he comments casually. It's hard to come back from the full on animalistic state of ripping something apart to the higher-brain task of human conversation (especially for something like him that's only half-human to begin with), and so that's truly the best he's got for the moment.

[neverdamseling]

The blood catches her eye, makes her stop... She has to do a double-take. He doesn't seem like a vampire. Then again, this place? Assuming he's not a vampire just because he doesn't seem like one would be nothing but stupid. She wrinkles her nose. He's kind of unseemly.

His voice gives her a little chill, too. It's weird, and unearthly, but... Still, somehow, doesn't send up red 'kill it!' flags in her mind.

"Yeah," she says, chuckling wryly and shaking her head. "I'm patrolling. Need weaponry to protect myself. To fight, y'know, whatever the Rift spits out, and those sick freaks that plastered that video everywhere..." Buffy steps a little closer.

"Y'know, come to think of it, you're probably not really safe out here unarmed."

[princerat]

He shakes his head a little. "Not unarmed." Well, that's not entirely true. Now as drained as he is, he might as well be unarmed. But at full strength he doesn't consider himself to be one who needs to take up any weapons-- his body is weapon enough.

"Just took apart a monster with claws. And teeth." He makes a biting motion to illustrate his point. "The video... I was... patrolling too, I guess." It was more like looking for trouble in general, but that's how these things go.

"Didn't find those motherfuckers from the video, just the monster."