[Voice/Locked to Luceti Inhabitants]

[malnosso]

Oh ho! My, it's been some time, hasn't it

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[slaying]

So, is this the appropriate time to start asking for shiny things?

[Someone sounds exceptionally content with something. Hint: she'll be glad to share the field with a certain familiar vamp.]

[malnosso]

Things are a bit busy here, but I do believe that, yes, I could pass along certain items.

[slaying]

Right. Okay. [Deep breath.] I'll need a new bastard sword. And probably at least two new axes. None of this village-forged stuff. I'm talking twenty-first century grade weapons. Some holy water would be nice, too. You never know when you need that. A giganto cross bow and--[she clears her throat and drops her voice]--Mister Gordo. That should do. All one hundred percent vital to the cause.

[...yes, the whole rigmarole was just for the sake of sneaking in her request for a stuffed pig. The weapons are mostly moot.]

[malnosso]

Oh, I'm certain we should be able to come up with that. Ah, but I'm sure your local forgers will be disappointed at your lack of faith in their talents. I shall see to it right away.

Ah, but I am afraid I am unfamiliar with any Gordos, Mister or otherwise.

[slaying]

Mister Gordo. He's...a pig. Kind of an important pig. But he's from home, not here. Can you lab-coats swing that?

[malnosso]

Are you certain it must be that pig? I'm afraid that's something we can't do at all.

[slaying]

Of cour--[No. Buffy pauses. It was embarrassing enough to ask for Mister Gordo in the first place. She concedes:] I guess any old stuffed pig'll do. He can me Mister Gordo the second.

[malnosso]

Aha! A stuffed pig. [There's a moment as he clacks away at something.] Oh, certainly. In fact, I shall have it ready momentarily.

[Mr. Gordo will appear on her bed, nice and safely.] Yes, you should be able to find it in your room now.

[slaying]

I'll check when I get in, then. [And now for the awkward pause. She doesn't want to thank the guy...but, she wants to move on from her dependence on a teddy bear.]

Thanks. [Not a grateful tone of voice.]

[malnosso]

Certainly! We shall have your weapons ready for you before the draft. Ah, but not on your bed. That might be troublesome if you are sleeping.

[slaying]

Clearly, you've never had to balance an active night-life with an overactive weapons-based job.

[malnosso]

No, I'm afraid that falls outside of my expertise. Ah, perhaps if I was a bit younger? Or older? Maybe not, either way.