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[Have Buffy walking along the streets of Template, patrolling as she hasn't in far too long and should have been all along. She's whistling a jaunty little tune that sounds like it's supposed to be slower paced, but! This if Buffy. So jaunty little tune is go!]
♫Night-time sharpens, heightens each sensation
Darkness stirs and wakes imagination
Silently the senses heighten their defenses
Slowly, gently, night unfurls its splendour
Grasp it, sense it - tremulous and tender
Turn your face away from the garish light of day,
turn your thoughts away from hot and burning light -
and help me make the slayage of the night.
Close your eyes and surrender to my sharpest stake!
Purge your thoughts of the life you took before!
Close your eyes, let your ashes start to soar!
And you'll die as you've never died before!♬
[Slowly, the backing orchestra that had been playing the poppy music dies out, and Buffy kind of stops, looking utterly confused... Blinks, looks down at the stake she'd been dancing with.]
Okay. That was way wiggy!
♫Night-time sharpens, heightens each sensation
Darkness stirs and wakes imagination
Silently the senses heighten their defenses
Slowly, gently, night unfurls its splendour
Grasp it, sense it - tremulous and tender
Turn your face away from the garish light of day,
turn your thoughts away from hot and burning light -
and help me make the slayage of the night.
Close your eyes and surrender to my sharpest stake!
Purge your thoughts of the life you took before!
Close your eyes, let your ashes start to soar!
And you'll die as you've never died before!♬
[Slowly, the backing orchestra that had been playing the poppy music dies out, and Buffy kind of stops, looking utterly confused... Blinks, looks down at the stake she'd been dancing with.]
Okay. That was way wiggy!