Buffy Summers | Buffy the Vampire Slayer | Openslay_girlMarch 13 2011, 04:50:40 UTC
Buffy groaned and pulled the pillow up over her head, but it still didn't help. Nothing was helping; the noise filtering into her brand new apartment was simply too loud. She wasn't exactly sure what all the hustle and bustle next door was, but she was sure she was going to kill whoever it was before the morning was over. It was six o'clock in the morning, she'd only gotten home from patrol a couple hours ago, and darn it this place was supposed to be a quiet complex! Someone was going down if she couldn't get to slee-
The loudest THUMP of the morning sounded before she could finish the thought. A frustrated growl tore from the blonde's throat and she threw her pillow at the wall. Okay, that was it. Enough was enough.
She didn't even bother getting dressed; the petite slayer wore only a white tank top and her pj pants (covered in tiny cartoon vampires, a present from her dear little sister who'd thought it was hilarious) as she marched to her front door, out of it, and over to the offending neighbor's door. Her hair was a mess, falling out of its loose braid, and she probably had circles under her eyes. She didn't care. All she cared about was pounding on that door and getting the noise to stop.
Feel free to delete if you don't like your new neighboregyptianmageMarch 13 2011, 05:19:12 UTC
Three thousand years of being dead, taken from his own reality and well... Mahaado had also reached his level of frustration. Any time someone who came from some branch of his reality saw him it was the same disappointing, frustrating situation.
And he didn't want to deal with anyone anymore. No more Pharaoh's, no more Set's, no more anyone, if his Pharaoh wanted him to be amongst the living, at least in this odd situations he could learn something. So even if televisions, refrigerators, microwaves, stoves, and all other manners of things didn't exist back when he was alive. He'd learn about them 'now'.
That thump you heard last? That was Mahaado magically sending the fridge into a wall. Because he hates cold and guess what he got a face full of when he tried to investigate that?
So the door cracked open, swinging back to reveal Mahaado sitting in a chair and staring moodily at the kitchen area. White robes and his head dress off, but the rest of his high priest regalia was on.
XD Hee, it's fine!slay_girlMarch 13 2011, 06:59:38 UTC
That- wasn't exactly what she'd been expecting to find behind the door. If she'd been in a better mood (or the tiniest bit less exhausted), she might have stopped to arch an eyebrow at the outfit. As it was, though, she just glared at her new neighbor, her lips twisted into a frown and her gaze narrowed.
"Having trouble with your kitchen? You know, the loud, annoying, can hear it an apartment away, kind of trouble?" She stayed at the door for the moment, crossing her arms over her chest as she stared in.
"Having trouble with everything actually. Nothing like being dragged from your point in time to the modern world. And have absolutely no one to explain how things work. So as no one has bothered to teach me, I might as well teach... My..." Then he stopped staring with rage and turned towards said door to look at the newcomer. "self... oh Sweet Hathor..."
He stayed in that deer caught in headlights look then sighed. "I can let you have my bed so as to not force you back to your room. You can sleep there and I'll restrict the sound of my actions from your presence?"
((OOC: Dear self, you realize you made it sound like Maha was walking around naked right? You did? GOOD. don't do it again. Signed self.))
Wait... what? This time Buffy's eyebrow did raise, moving higher and higher as she stared at her neighbor and his rant continued. Dragged through time to the modern world? Sweet Hathor? She didn't exactly keep up on old religions, but that sounded vaguely like some Egyptian god she'd heard Giles talk about before. Combine that with the outfit... Something weird was going on here; it didn't take a genius to figure that out.
"Right. You're- some kind of ancient Egyptian time traveler. That's a little weird even by my standards." Keeping her gaze locked on him (and almost wishing she'd grabbed a weapon on her way out the door), she extended her 'spidey' sense (as Xander had dubbed it years ago). Was it possible this guy was a demon of some kind?
[OOC: XD It's alright, I didn't figure that was the case. I was too busy giggling at the fridge comment. Poor guy! XD]
"Time traveler?" Mahaado had to blink at that, but how could he explain himself? "Ah no, I didn't travel through time, rather I... this is not going to be one of my faster explanations. Clearly I have awoken you from a sound sleep, allow me to make it up to you... some how... possibly by giving you a nice place to sleep?"
Maha doesn't feel demony, he feels more... enslaved souly.
Not a demon, no, but there was something very wiggy about the way he registered. She just didn't know exactly what that meant. Frowning a little at both that, and his offer, she shook her head.
"You know what, that's alright. I have a place of my own just next door. I just need- some peace and quiet." Sigh. But, knowing something was going on, could she really just- walk away like that? "Why don't you make it up to me by explaining what's going on."
Blunt. Like a two by four to the headegyptianmageMarch 15 2011, 01:23:56 UTC
She had been sleeping, he woke her up... he opted for the closest he could get to a fast explanation. Though he was pretty sure he was about to blow her mind.
"I just moved in, but I don't know how anything works. I was just going to start throwing out stuff I don't use and was testing the cold making box."
XD So it seems!slay_girlMarch 15 2011, 03:11:40 UTC
The 'cold making box?' She mouthed the words silently, as if trying to understand what he meant. Her gaze shifted to look at his kitchen, finally noticing that the fridge was definitely not where it was meant to be, instead leaning heavily against the opposite wall- the wall close to her apartment. That- explained some of the noise.
"The 'cold making box.' You mean, the fridge? As in, refrigerator, the thing you put food in to keep it from going bad, the big white box across the room from where it's supposed to be?" Okay, yeah. "For my own sanity, I'm just- going to accept that you're serious about that. And-" She was going to regret this, wasn't she? "Offer my help."
What can I say? 08^)egyptianmageMarch 15 2011, 03:42:23 UTC
"Oh that's very kind of you, but I didn't become a master magician due to my inability to get things done on my own. I'll refrain from throwing things, I promise. The fri-ge just startled me is all," he replied in a rather politely cheerful voice.
Mental image time! Imagine this guy opening the freezer part, getting a face full of cold air and flinging the thing back as a knee jerk self preservation act. Congratulations! You just figured out what happened to make that thud sound! "Ah... would you like a seat at least? You're not the new people my Pharaoh has settled in with. I don't know your customs..." There's a chair that is now floating into the room with the two of you.
... what? He has manners? Just... trying to figure out what manners ARE in the modern era...
She's so confused *snickers*slay_girlMarch 15 2011, 08:23:40 UTC
This just kept getting weirder and weirder. Shaking away the surprise at such an easy use of magic (she knew Willow, after all, magic wasn't anything new) she finally stepped fully into the man's apartment, letting the door shut behind her.
"Okay, back up a little. I get that, somehow, you're from a different time. Which, considering the fact that you just said 'Pharaoh,' plus that outfit, I'm guessing Egypt. And that this is all very weird for you. And-"
"Right." She'd dealt with stranger. "I guess- welcome to the modern world."
She can join him on his little boat of confusion! \o/egyptianmageMarch 15 2011, 22:35:15 UTC
"I thank you?" It occurred to him that he wasn't making things easier for her. "I do come from Egypt, I was born three thousand years ago, and died three thousand years ago. Is that a good place to start?" he asked, wondering if that would be a good starting point.
Ash was having a Springsteen party. This had become vital to his sanity after being trapped in this place for a week, and he indulged in that (and any sex that happened to fall into his lap). Springsteen and pizza were what kept him from going totally bananas. And if it was in the middle of the night, well, who could tell in that hotel? The knocking was a pain in the ass, though, and needed to stop, immediately. Post-haste.
"Whoever you are, you better be ready to take a foot of metal up your..." he trailed off as he opened the door.
He may or may not be in his boxers when he answered it too.
He was possibly the very last person she could have expected to see on the other side of that door, and the look on her face expressed that quite well- complete shock. Her fist froze in mid-air where she'd been getting ready to hit the door again, her jaw dropping and her eyes widening.
"Ash?!" How? What? When? How? "What? How? When- did you? Ash?" Her gaze tore away from his face to dart over to where the door to her new apartment still hung open. She was utterly confused. Hadn't he- been headed back to Dearborn after their last encounter?
Ash stared at her, his brow furrowed, for a moment, the shock written all over his antic features. "Buffy?" He breathed out her name, which was vaguely embarrassing.
His featured stiffened into something more controlled and nonchalant. "Wanna come in before the tentacle monster gets you?"
"Tentacle wha?" Was it possible for her to get even more confused than seeing him had already made her? Apparently so, because that made no sense whatsoever. She didn't feel anything in the hall, but just to be sure, she cast a quick gaze over her shoulder. Nope. Just her out there.
"What- what are you doing here, Ash?" It wasn't that she wasn't glad to see him, of course. Just- "Rome's a little far from Michigan, isn't it?"
The loudest THUMP of the morning sounded before she could finish the thought. A frustrated growl tore from the blonde's throat and she threw her pillow at the wall. Okay, that was it. Enough was enough.
She didn't even bother getting dressed; the petite slayer wore only a white tank top and her pj pants (covered in tiny cartoon vampires, a present from her dear little sister who'd thought it was hilarious) as she marched to her front door, out of it, and over to the offending neighbor's door. Her hair was a mess, falling out of its loose braid, and she probably had circles under her eyes. She didn't care. All she cared about was pounding on that door and getting the noise to stop.
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And he didn't want to deal with anyone anymore. No more Pharaoh's, no more Set's, no more anyone, if his Pharaoh wanted him to be amongst the living, at least in this odd situations he could learn something. So even if televisions, refrigerators, microwaves, stoves, and all other manners of things didn't exist back when he was alive. He'd learn about them 'now'.
That thump you heard last? That was Mahaado magically sending the fridge into a wall. Because he hates cold and guess what he got a face full of when he tried to investigate that?
So the door cracked open, swinging back to reveal Mahaado sitting in a chair and staring moodily at the kitchen area. White robes and his head dress off, but the rest of his high priest regalia was on.
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"Having trouble with your kitchen? You know, the loud, annoying, can hear it an apartment away, kind of trouble?" She stayed at the door for the moment, crossing her arms over her chest as she stared in.
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He stayed in that deer caught in headlights look then sighed. "I can let you have my bed so as to not force you back to your room. You can sleep there and I'll restrict the sound of my actions from your presence?"
((OOC: Dear self, you realize you made it sound like Maha was walking around naked right? You did? GOOD. don't do it again. Signed self.))
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"Right. You're- some kind of ancient Egyptian time traveler. That's a little weird even by my standards." Keeping her gaze locked on him (and almost wishing she'd grabbed a weapon on her way out the door), she extended her 'spidey' sense (as Xander had dubbed it years ago). Was it possible this guy was a demon of some kind?
[OOC: XD It's alright, I didn't figure that was the case. I was too busy giggling at the fridge comment. Poor guy! XD]
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Maha doesn't feel demony, he feels more... enslaved souly.
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"You know what, that's alright. I have a place of my own just next door. I just need- some peace and quiet." Sigh. But, knowing something was going on, could she really just- walk away like that? "Why don't you make it up to me by explaining what's going on."
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"I just moved in, but I don't know how anything works. I was just going to start throwing out stuff I don't use and was testing the cold making box."
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"The 'cold making box.' You mean, the fridge? As in, refrigerator, the thing you put food in to keep it from going bad, the big white box across the room from where it's supposed to be?" Okay, yeah. "For my own sanity, I'm just- going to accept that you're serious about that. And-" She was going to regret this, wasn't she? "Offer my help."
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Mental image time! Imagine this guy opening the freezer part, getting a face full of cold air and flinging the thing back as a knee jerk self preservation act. Congratulations! You just figured out what happened to make that thud sound!
"Ah... would you like a seat at least? You're not the new people my Pharaoh has settled in with. I don't know your customs..." There's a chair that is now floating into the room with the two of you.
... what? He has manners? Just... trying to figure out what manners ARE in the modern era...
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"Okay, back up a little. I get that, somehow, you're from a different time. Which, considering the fact that you just said 'Pharaoh,' plus that outfit, I'm guessing Egypt. And that this is all very weird for you. And-"
"Right." She'd dealt with stranger. "I guess- welcome to the modern world."
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"Whoever you are, you better be ready to take a foot of metal up your..." he trailed off as he opened the door.
He may or may not be in his boxers when he answered it too.
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"Ash?!" How? What? When? How? "What? How? When- did you? Ash?" Her gaze tore away from his face to dart over to where the door to her new apartment still hung open. She was utterly confused. Hadn't he- been headed back to Dearborn after their last encounter?
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His featured stiffened into something more controlled and nonchalant. "Wanna come in before the tentacle monster gets you?"
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"What- what are you doing here, Ash?" It wasn't that she wasn't glad to see him, of course. Just- "Rome's a little far from Michigan, isn't it?"
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