[039] - action/voice
[Buffy strides briskly towards the library, determined to maintain poise even in the face of her injury which, with a little help, has been healing quite nicely. She's decked out in a fashion that she certainly has never before worn in Luceti's streets. The Slayer is rocking the tweed skirt suit with thick leggings and high boots to match. Jostling around her neck are a pair of large, unflattering glasses. Their lenses have been poked out--of course, Buffy only needs them for looks.
This Wannabe Watcher is also clutching a stack of books close to her chest. She lets them come to a gentle rest on a table in the library as she takes a seat. Insisting on perfect posture, she slides the first one towards herself and gets to work. Oh, but wait!
Gracefully, she picks up her journal and opens it in one hand. Her free fingers grab onto the glasses and perch them gently atop the bridge of her nose.]
If anyone needs me today, I'll be in the library. There is an awful lot of research to get done.
[Was that a rather fake-sounding British lilt to her voice? Probably. After all, Buffy knows that any Watcher worth their salt is most likely to be a stuffy, glasses-wearing Brit.]
This Wannabe Watcher is also clutching a stack of books close to her chest. She lets them come to a gentle rest on a table in the library as she takes a seat. Insisting on perfect posture, she slides the first one towards herself and gets to work. Oh, but wait!
Gracefully, she picks up her journal and opens it in one hand. Her free fingers grab onto the glasses and perch them gently atop the bridge of her nose.]
If anyone needs me today, I'll be in the library. There is an awful lot of research to get done.
[Was that a rather fake-sounding British lilt to her voice? Probably. After all, Buffy knows that any Watcher worth their salt is most likely to be a stuffy, glasses-wearing Brit.]