"Well, it's good to know you know your place now. The pathetic part. All bark, no bite. Might as well just dust, do the world and yourself a favor."
I was pathetic? Well, considering her choice in men, I had to laugh at that. First Angel, then Parker and that whitebread soldier boy Riley who I'm half convinced is completely made out of a block of wood. I allowed myself a chuckle. Right, I'm pathetic. Why am I still here, and not dust? Because she can't kill me, Buffy might not realise it yet, but she likes to have me around. I smirk at her.
May I suggest we seek a place for cover first? Where we can be certain to be at least dry and somewhat secure? I've a feeling it's going to...rain...or something, soon. And standing here on this beach snarking at each other, as amusing as it may seem, is not going to get us anywhere near back home.
"See? He's the brains of the outfit. What did I tell you? Still needs to get that stick out of his arse though." I moved closer to the two of them. I nodded when Buffy pointed to the woods.
Oh for god sake, it's like walking around with a couple for five year olds. Is this what Angel felt like when Cordelia and I were having our...arguments? I'll have to give him credit properly when I get back home. If I get back home. And they just don't seem to stop
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"No...I'm not injured or hurt." I called back up to them. "Didn't know you cared so much, warms the cockles of my undead heart..."
I fumbled in my pocket for the lighter I always carried with me. Finally I had it on, and looked about a bit. I could feel a breeze which didn't seem right to me. Wasn't I down a trap? Then something caught my eye.
"Alright, this is odd. There are hand and footholds carved in the side of the wall. And I can feel fresh air coming from somewhere. Like there is an opening, but I don't see any entrance."
I tried to get a bead on where the draught was coming from, and found myself standing in front of a bit of wall. There were faint shapes carved into the dirt.
"I think there are some letters or picto- whatever's in the wall here. Might be an inscription. Maybe watcher boy needs to come down here an have a poke around."
Watching the faint flicker of light all the way down I can see a shock of bleached blond hair. This hole is very deep and so very obviously not natural. I frown as he tells us what he can see there and look over at Buffy. She shrugs and looks confused
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The watcher bloke was having some trouble getting down. Don't know what his problem was but he descended like an old granny, taking his sweet time. Buffy got around him and got to the bottom first, grabbing my shoulder for balance. So! I was needed for something. I was in half a mind to grab at her to help her down the last few steps but she would have just assumed I was trying to cop a feel and then well, I'd have been dusty boy, so...I didn't. Was tempted to though. Watching her back down towards me in those pants... What the hell? Was I going daft? Did I have a deathwish?
I eyed her as she tried to find the source of the breeze. Then chuckled when she put her fist through the wall and casually shrugged saying there was a tunnel there.
"Punch first, ask questions later, the slayer motto, through and through."
"Yes, well. Excuse me for being nothing but a mere mortal, Miss Summers. Unlike yourself and...Mister the Bloody down there, I do not have super powers." You are the weakest link, goodbye. I'm in deep trouble here. I really am nothing but a mere mortal while those twho are super strong, fast and god knows what else. They can probably see in the darkness as well. Twits
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"You're lighter would be very much apreciated by now, Mister the Bloody"
When Wesley asked for it, it sounded halfway like a request, not a demand as it would have been with Buffy. Speaking of, she grabbed at me, or more specifically at my chest. Who was copping a feel now?
"Sorry love, don't have time for a grope in the dark." I drawled at her. "Maybe later though."
"Yes, get out your lighter and go check out the tunnel."
See. Imperious, demanding. What was I? Her little foot soldier? She shoved me forward and then made some equally annoying remarks at Percy. At least she was equal opportunity with who she bossed around and irritated.
"Well, go in, check it out, I'm right behind you."
"Likely story, slayer. You're probably checking out my behind, right?" As soon as I'd said it I nearly kicked myself. I must have fallen on my head or something. I quickly strode forward down the tunnel before she could do the kicking for me.
"Thank you for mentioning that, Miss Summers. Wouldn't want to miss the honor of having your eyes rolled at me." Rolling my own eyes I inch a bit toward the tunnel where they're both standing. "Twit," I mutter under my breath. Finally reaching the damn tunnel, I grab hold of the corner.
Glancing around the corner, I swallow and bite nervously on my lip. That...very dark as well. And we've no idea where it's going. Where's that sodding lighter? Sagging a bit against the wall with a sigh I listen to them bicker again. Oh for christ sake! I feel as if I'm on a field trip with a couple of five year olds. Or maybe some hormonal adolescents.
"When you two are quite done with the forepl-...powerplay?" Oh lord, what am I saying? Quickly I dive into the tunnel after Spike holding onto the wall. Glancing over my shoulder I watch as the shadow figure which I assume to be Buffy follows us rather fast. "Mister the Bloody? Lighter please?" I ask rather impatiently. "I'd like to actually see something dammit." Too dark here, it's too dark.
"Besides, why stare at your ass when I'll be staring at Wes'"
Percy was behind me? Well I hoped he wasn't staring at MY arse.
I flicked the lighter on, didn't want to have him stumbling around and groping in places he shouldn't be.
"We'll have to come back, my bag is still up the hole."
"Oh no! You won't have the appropriate bed attire and your hair will get all tangly. What a shame." I quipped, moving further down the hollowed out corridor.
"What's that smell? Or should I say stench..." I came to a T-junction and debated whether to follow my nose or not. To hell with it, it was better to know what was down here than stumble into something later on. I took the left tunnel and soon the smell got stronger.
The tunnel opened out into a small cavern, and inside...
"Okay, this Alice down the rabbit hole thing? Just got a whole lot creepier."
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I was pathetic? Well, considering her choice in men, I had to laugh at that. First Angel, then Parker and that whitebread soldier boy Riley who I'm half convinced is completely made out of a block of wood. I allowed myself a chuckle. Right, I'm pathetic. Why am I still here, and not dust? Because she can't kill me, Buffy might not realise it yet, but she likes to have me around. I smirk at her.
May I suggest we seek a place for cover first? Where we can be certain to be at least dry and somewhat secure? I've a feeling it's going to...rain...or something, soon. And standing here on this beach snarking at each other, as amusing as it may seem, is not going to get us anywhere near back home.
"See? He's the brains of the outfit. What did I tell you? Still needs to get that stick out of his arse though." I moved closer to the two of them. I nodded when Buffy pointed to the woods.
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I fumbled in my pocket for the lighter I always carried with me. Finally I had it on, and looked about a bit. I could feel a breeze which didn't seem right to me. Wasn't I down a trap? Then something caught my eye.
"Alright, this is odd. There are hand and footholds carved in the side of the wall. And I can feel fresh air coming from somewhere. Like there is an opening, but I don't see any entrance."
I tried to get a bead on where the draught was coming from, and found myself standing in front of a bit of wall. There were faint shapes carved into the dirt.
"I think there are some letters or picto- whatever's in the wall here. Might be an inscription. Maybe watcher boy needs to come down here an have a poke around."
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I eyed her as she tried to find the source of the breeze. Then chuckled when she put her fist through the wall and casually shrugged saying there was a tunnel there.
"Punch first, ask questions later, the slayer motto, through and through."
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When Wesley asked for it, it sounded halfway like a request, not a demand as it would have been with Buffy. Speaking of, she grabbed at me, or more specifically at my chest. Who was copping a feel now?
"Sorry love, don't have time for a grope in the dark." I drawled at her. "Maybe later though."
"Yes, get out your lighter and go check out the tunnel."
See. Imperious, demanding. What was I? Her little foot soldier? She shoved me forward and then made some equally annoying remarks at Percy. At least she was equal opportunity with who she bossed around and irritated.
"Well, go in, check it out, I'm right behind you."
"Likely story, slayer. You're probably checking out my behind, right?" As soon as I'd said it I nearly kicked myself. I must have fallen on my head or something. I quickly strode forward down the tunnel before she could do the kicking for me.
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Glancing around the corner, I swallow and bite nervously on my lip. That...very dark as well. And we've no idea where it's going. Where's that sodding lighter? Sagging a bit against the wall with a sigh I listen to them bicker again. Oh for christ sake! I feel as if I'm on a field trip with a couple of five year olds. Or maybe some hormonal adolescents.
"When you two are quite done with the forepl-...powerplay?" Oh lord, what am I saying? Quickly I dive into the tunnel after Spike holding onto the wall. Glancing over my shoulder I watch as the shadow figure which I assume to be Buffy follows us rather fast. "Mister the Bloody? Lighter please?" I ask rather impatiently. "I'd like to actually see something dammit." Too dark here, it's too dark.
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Percy was behind me? Well I hoped he wasn't staring at MY arse.
I flicked the lighter on, didn't want to have him stumbling around and groping in places he shouldn't be.
"We'll have to come back, my bag is still up the hole."
"Oh no! You won't have the appropriate bed attire and your hair will get all tangly. What a shame." I quipped, moving further down the hollowed out corridor.
"What's that smell? Or should I say stench..." I came to a T-junction and debated whether to follow my nose or not. To hell with it, it was better to know what was down here than stumble into something later on. I took the left tunnel and soon the smell got stronger.
The tunnel opened out into a small cavern, and inside...
"Okay, this Alice down the rabbit hole thing? Just got a whole lot creepier."
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