[Holo] When Buffys Go Wrong...
"And what happens when sheeeee..."
Her words trailed off. The blonde evidently startled and looking about herself with a severe look of confusion. Where she had been locked in argument, gone were all familiar surroundings. Replaced, instead, with what seemed for all the world like the Terminator's personal recording studio. An awareness of something upon wrist causing the newest such visitor to glance down at the same, inspect, frown at and then rub the seamless bracelet with annoyance. Things had not only changed around her, but to her and, more to the point, to those who had, only moments ago, been sharing the same living space.
Namely, making them vanish.
Buffy Summers. Except... Quite obviously not Buffy Summers. Not the one native to Taxon, anyway. The vampiric crest and fangs were something of a give away, in that regard. Besides which, the stake she next went for, at waist, was most definitely made out of silver, not wood.
"Great..." Came the sarcastic announcement, once assured nobody lurked within the chamber, itself. Befanged Slayer glancing up at ceiling with more than a touch of annoyance. "She gets a vision and it has to be one of the literal ones... I preferred the metaphorical approach, myself. At least that way I wouldn't be stuck in a giant metal room!"
With raised voice, attention turned to the very device sending out her holographic signal by default and, head tilting, retrieved it from pedastal. A telephone, maybe? Seemed a little advanced, though.
"Oh, God... I'm on an underworld version of 'Big Brother', aren't I?"
Her words trailed off. The blonde evidently startled and looking about herself with a severe look of confusion. Where she had been locked in argument, gone were all familiar surroundings. Replaced, instead, with what seemed for all the world like the Terminator's personal recording studio. An awareness of something upon wrist causing the newest such visitor to glance down at the same, inspect, frown at and then rub the seamless bracelet with annoyance. Things had not only changed around her, but to her and, more to the point, to those who had, only moments ago, been sharing the same living space.
Namely, making them vanish.
Buffy Summers. Except... Quite obviously not Buffy Summers. Not the one native to Taxon, anyway. The vampiric crest and fangs were something of a give away, in that regard. Besides which, the stake she next went for, at waist, was most definitely made out of silver, not wood.
"Great..." Came the sarcastic announcement, once assured nobody lurked within the chamber, itself. Befanged Slayer glancing up at ceiling with more than a touch of annoyance. "She gets a vision and it has to be one of the literal ones... I preferred the metaphorical approach, myself. At least that way I wouldn't be stuck in a giant metal room!"
With raised voice, attention turned to the very device sending out her holographic signal by default and, head tilting, retrieved it from pedastal. A telephone, maybe? Seemed a little advanced, though.
"Oh, God... I'm on an underworld version of 'Big Brother', aren't I?"