Out for a stroll...
Who: Yansa and Gregory
Where: Streets of Sunnydale
When: Tuesday night
Gregory smiled, petting Yansa's hand as they walked. "A lovely evening for a stroll, isn't it?"
"Indeed," Yansa said, smiling up at her love of many lifetimes. "And all the more beautiful for having you by my side."
"So what do you think of this town so far?" Gregory inquired, leaning in to kiss her cheek.
"I rather like it," Yansa said. "It's a nice place. Always something happening. Plenty of activity."
Gregory nodded. "Definitely a good place to settle for a while."
"Which is good, conidering the OSI seems to like us being here," Yansa said. "They were quite anxious to get us to move to this location."
"Any particular reason?" Gregory inquired.
"I think because of our particular powers, and because we're on a Hellmouth," Yansa said. "At least, that is my guess."
A couple of women stepped out of the alleyway they'd just passed, and quietly began stalking after them.
"Well, besides that," Gregory said, amused. "We could have just gone to New York."
Yansa smiled. "Yes, but New York wouldn't be nearly as fun." She was perfectly aware of the young women, but was just biding her time. Her hand did squeeze Gregory's a little tighter though.
"But all the really good disasters happen in New York," Gregory commented. "Everything from the supernatural to the just-plain-evil."
"Oh, I'm sure this town has its share," Yansa said, smiling sweetly.
The girls stalked along in rhythm, matching the couple's footsteps. The odd girl would make an excellent convert, and the babbling fool an excellent snack.
Yansa abruptly stopped walking, making a big show of bending down to straighten her skirt.
The girls kept walking, closing the distance... then abruptly halted as they got close.
Yansa turned around, and smirked. "Yes?"
Gregory turned as well, smiling. "Did you ladies need something?"
The girls looked to each other, then abruptly bolted back the way they came, hissing as they did so.
Yansa laughed. "Oh, that is too funny."
One girl darted back into the alley; the other spared a brief glance at the two before following.
"I suppose there are definitely worse places for us to be," Gregory agreed, watching them flee.
"Hapless little half-deads all over the place," Yansa said. "Really, I would return them to the grave, but it's not worth the chasing."
"Besides, we're having such a wonderful walk," Gregory added.
"Yes, and it would be a shame to interrupt that," Yansa said, taking his hand and starting to walk again. "We should take Michael and Ming for a walk with us sometime."
Gregory nodded. "It would be interesting to see how well they work together in a hazard situation."
"Indeed it will," Yansa said. "How goes teaching them both? I know you weren't planning on Michael, but he seems to love the art of the dance nearly as much as you."
"It's... interesting. He does have a certain natural grace for it, although he's especially keen on capoeira," Gregory commented. "And Ming, while not perhaps the best student, does try her best, which is almost as important."
"She's a sweet girl," Yansa said. "And an old soul."
"Old souls make for bold souls," Gregory commented, amused.
"Mmm, indeed," Yansa said, not really talking about Ming anymore. She gave her love an admiring glance.
Gregory grinned and leaned in to smooch.
Yansa wrapped her arms around him, returning the kiss passionately
"Who's my Orisha, hmm?" Gregory murmured.
"I am, of course. And who is mine?" Yansa asked ,though she already knew the answer.
"Me, of course," Gregory smiled, and nuzzled her briefly.
Where: Streets of Sunnydale
When: Tuesday night
Gregory smiled, petting Yansa's hand as they walked. "A lovely evening for a stroll, isn't it?"
"Indeed," Yansa said, smiling up at her love of many lifetimes. "And all the more beautiful for having you by my side."
"So what do you think of this town so far?" Gregory inquired, leaning in to kiss her cheek.
"I rather like it," Yansa said. "It's a nice place. Always something happening. Plenty of activity."
Gregory nodded. "Definitely a good place to settle for a while."
"Which is good, conidering the OSI seems to like us being here," Yansa said. "They were quite anxious to get us to move to this location."
"Any particular reason?" Gregory inquired.
"I think because of our particular powers, and because we're on a Hellmouth," Yansa said. "At least, that is my guess."
A couple of women stepped out of the alleyway they'd just passed, and quietly began stalking after them.
"Well, besides that," Gregory said, amused. "We could have just gone to New York."
Yansa smiled. "Yes, but New York wouldn't be nearly as fun." She was perfectly aware of the young women, but was just biding her time. Her hand did squeeze Gregory's a little tighter though.
"But all the really good disasters happen in New York," Gregory commented. "Everything from the supernatural to the just-plain-evil."
"Oh, I'm sure this town has its share," Yansa said, smiling sweetly.
The girls stalked along in rhythm, matching the couple's footsteps. The odd girl would make an excellent convert, and the babbling fool an excellent snack.
Yansa abruptly stopped walking, making a big show of bending down to straighten her skirt.
The girls kept walking, closing the distance... then abruptly halted as they got close.
Yansa turned around, and smirked. "Yes?"
Gregory turned as well, smiling. "Did you ladies need something?"
The girls looked to each other, then abruptly bolted back the way they came, hissing as they did so.
Yansa laughed. "Oh, that is too funny."
One girl darted back into the alley; the other spared a brief glance at the two before following.
"I suppose there are definitely worse places for us to be," Gregory agreed, watching them flee.
"Hapless little half-deads all over the place," Yansa said. "Really, I would return them to the grave, but it's not worth the chasing."
"Besides, we're having such a wonderful walk," Gregory added.
"Yes, and it would be a shame to interrupt that," Yansa said, taking his hand and starting to walk again. "We should take Michael and Ming for a walk with us sometime."
Gregory nodded. "It would be interesting to see how well they work together in a hazard situation."
"Indeed it will," Yansa said. "How goes teaching them both? I know you weren't planning on Michael, but he seems to love the art of the dance nearly as much as you."
"It's... interesting. He does have a certain natural grace for it, although he's especially keen on capoeira," Gregory commented. "And Ming, while not perhaps the best student, does try her best, which is almost as important."
"She's a sweet girl," Yansa said. "And an old soul."
"Old souls make for bold souls," Gregory commented, amused.
"Mmm, indeed," Yansa said, not really talking about Ming anymore. She gave her love an admiring glance.
Gregory grinned and leaned in to smooch.
Yansa wrapped her arms around him, returning the kiss passionately
"Who's my Orisha, hmm?" Gregory murmured.
"I am, of course. And who is mine?" Yansa asked ,though she already knew the answer.
"Me, of course," Gregory smiled, and nuzzled her briefly.