Starting a new chapter. [Introduction :: OTA]

[buffy_a_s]

The taxi driver was very accommodating, driving right up to the gates of the address she had given him, which in turn she had gotten from a flyer being passed out on the street. The man, Scott, had been quite nice, if not maybe a little vague about just what went on here. But she'd gotten the gist of it, and she'd liked what she'd heard. She'd been

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[animalpriestess]

Crystal was doing a fantastic job at avoiding people she couldn't bare to see. At least up until she had finished cleaning and picking up everything she could and was now stuck, once again, reading books. She managed to force herself out of her hidey hole long enough to come down stairs and freeze at the sound of the knock.

Stepping up to the door, she hesitated for a moment and then opened it. Blinking at the blond woman who stood before her.

"Hello."

[buffy_a_s]

Buffy blinked back at the young girl who'd answered the door. Young? She wasn't that much younger than... Now was not the time for her midlife insecurities to rear it's ugly middle-aged head.

Drawing herself up and flashing one of her more winning smiles, Buffy greeted the girl. "Hi. I'm Buffy. I came... I was invited here, sorta. Except, I'm a little fuzzy exactly on the details.

[animalpriestess]

"Oh!" Crystal started, her cheeks taking on an embarrassed pink shade. She moved to the side, opening the doors and stepping out holding out a clawed hand to Buffy.

"C-come in. Let me help you with some of that."

[buffy_a_s]

Buffy's somewhat fake cheery smile softened to something more real as she noticed the girl's embarrassment. Now that was an emotion she knew all too well.

She only gave the claws a brief glance and tried not to draw attention to them. Having lived so long in close proximity to demons, and even ending up friends with a few, meant she didn't really notice physical abnormalities, other than to note the difference.

"Ahh, thanks. They're, kinda heavy. I swear, I tried to pack light, but... I've been accused numerous times of being a clothes-horse." She easily picked up two of the bags, and left the third for the girl.

[animalpriestess]

Crystal didn't notice her glance, and at this point she wasn't entirely focused on it. This girl smelled - different, not like Penny, but unique in itself. She moved to take whole of the last remaining bag. She stepped aside allowing her to step in, with a small smile on her face; small fangs exposing themselves as she did.

"No problem, really. You're new the least I could do is help you out." she offered, shutting the door behind them.

"You said your name was - Buffy?"

[buffy_a_s]

Buffy glanced around the inside of the manor, her eyes roaming all over the architecture and decor. It was very nice. She also found herself mapping out all the exits and likely points of attack and defense. Well, Scott did mention fighting and self-defense, she thought to herself. Old habits that she'd only half broken to begin with were rushing back to her.

Buffy gave a small, self-deprecating smile. "Yes, Buffy. I have no idea what my mother was thinking. Or possibly smoking."

[animalpriestess]

Crystal gave a soft laugh and a smile, holding out her hand to Buffy.

"I'm Crystal, Buffy. Welcome to the house."

[buffy_a_s]

Buffy accepted the handshake. "It's nice to meet you, Crystal. And, thanks."

She glanced around again before asking, "So. Are there any like, ground rules, or anything? I feel like the new kid at school, kinda. Which, I haven't felt like for a long time."

[animalpriestess]

Crystal gave her another weakened smile, and shrugged.

"You'll get the hang of this place after a few days. Mean while, let's chuck you in a room and help you feel at home. Deal?" she added, nodding up the stairs.

"You can have a roommate or bunk alone. I'll show you the kitchen, sitting room, and library after we put your stuff some place other than the hall way."

[buffy_a_s]

The hang of the place. Right. Buffy nodded in agreement. "Deal. Feeling at home certainly sounds--nice, anyway."

She thought about living arrangements. "Do, most people have roommates, or-- I'm so used to having a place all to myself, a single room would probably be best, if that's alright. I mean, if there's room." She remembered all those years ago when her house had seemed infested with teenaged girls. Her floor had been littered with them at night, it had been a nightmare. "Definitely a single, if possible," she muttered to herself, taking in her surroundings as they walked.