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Title: Drabble
Rating: FRC. Innocent fun no mention of haircut, but there's laughter.
Ships: None, but Giles saves someone, y'know, they're maybe greatful? Or something?
Disclaimer: I am not the Joss, I'm just playing.
'Ohhh bugger', thought Rupert.
They were definitely vampires, 4 of them. The council ponce who had said "..let's run the potentials at the docks,look for REAL vampires, ha ha ha, we don't need stakes, think you're a slayer Giles? ha ha ha" was currently crying on his book-worm knees in the midst of a circle of vamps.
The class had scattered wildly, despite aforementioned ponce pulling a "By the power of the Council" squawk to get the untrained potentials to fight.
Tucked into a filthy pocket of the abandoned dock, Rupert planned his strategy.
'No stake...dagger! Yeah..', he dug a dagger out of his bookbag and felt around for something to throw, try to get a single vamp to come to him.
'Yeah, yeah, just one, I can do that', he could feel his heart racing.
A dark-haired boy had wandered too close, the circling vampires were on him. 'Gogogo ' Rupert bolted into the fray, kicking and slicing, a flash and wail beside him distracting his opponent long enough for him to get the dagger up and used to decapitate it. It wasn't quick, it wasn't pretty, but as the dust showered down Rupert saw the council git had fled - and the dark-haired boy was catching a serious beating.
The two remaining vampires were so intent on their huddled prey that Rupert was able to perform another messy decapitation. The other vamp had turned to aid its friend when a fire-ball from the dark-haired one's hands caused yet more ash to scatter, and Rupert stood over the boy on the ground and scanned the area for more vamps.
He heard wheezy laughter from the ground. Looking down he saw the boy propped on his elbows, nose bleeding, lip split, grinning like a baboon.
"Lets have a hand up, swordsman, we won!".
"Its a d-dagger", said Rupert, and reached out his hand.
Rating: FRC. Innocent fun no mention of haircut, but there's laughter.
Ships: None, but Giles saves someone, y'know, they're maybe greatful? Or something?
Disclaimer: I am not the Joss, I'm just playing.
'Ohhh bugger', thought Rupert.
They were definitely vampires, 4 of them. The council ponce who had said "..let's run the potentials at the docks,look for REAL vampires, ha ha ha, we don't need stakes, think you're a slayer Giles? ha ha ha" was currently crying on his book-worm knees in the midst of a circle of vamps.
The class had scattered wildly, despite aforementioned ponce pulling a "By the power of the Council" squawk to get the untrained potentials to fight.
Tucked into a filthy pocket of the abandoned dock, Rupert planned his strategy.
'No stake...dagger! Yeah..', he dug a dagger out of his bookbag and felt around for something to throw, try to get a single vamp to come to him.
'Yeah, yeah, just one, I can do that', he could feel his heart racing.
A dark-haired boy had wandered too close, the circling vampires were on him. 'Gogogo ' Rupert bolted into the fray, kicking and slicing, a flash and wail beside him distracting his opponent long enough for him to get the dagger up and used to decapitate it. It wasn't quick, it wasn't pretty, but as the dust showered down Rupert saw the council git had fled - and the dark-haired boy was catching a serious beating.
The two remaining vampires were so intent on their huddled prey that Rupert was able to perform another messy decapitation. The other vamp had turned to aid its friend when a fire-ball from the dark-haired one's hands caused yet more ash to scatter, and Rupert stood over the boy on the ground and scanned the area for more vamps.
He heard wheezy laughter from the ground. Looking down he saw the boy propped on his elbows, nose bleeding, lip split, grinning like a baboon.
"Lets have a hand up, swordsman, we won!".
"Its a d-dagger", said Rupert, and reached out his hand.