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Characters: Buffy Summers & Jo Harvelle
Location: outside in some random location
Planet: Coruscant
When: Week 20
What: A hunter and a slayer doing what they do best: killing things
Rating: PG-13, probably
[After making sure Sirius is alive and not about to keel over dead, Jo's determined to make herself more useful than him, so she slips away from him after sundown and sets off on her own. She knows it's a bad idea, especially given her shitty physical condition, but a limp and some bandaged broken ribs aren't going to stop her from protecting people. If Dean wasn't around to do this, she was going to have to.
She's loaded down with daggers of various sizes and a blaster, as well as a prototype of a shotgun she's been working on for the past month. All of the weapons apart from the shotgun are hidden under her clothes, and it takes her a few minutes to get used to hustling while loaded down once again. It's been too long since she's been on a hunt, she realizes.
She's following a trail of zombies down an alley, picking off the ones within reach, and when she turns the corner she spots another head of blonde hair in the sea of -
Shit.
Wait.
What were these things again?
With a shrug, she decides she doesn't really care, and takes aim and shoots one of the nasty little fuckers right in the head. It's one right near the other girl, so Jo figures that she'll take notice of her presence.]
I figured I'd come and give you some kinda backup or something.
[Not that they know one another or have ever seen the other before, but Jo prefers to just act as if they do. It makes this whole two tiny blonde girls running into each other at night in a back alley during a zombie attack thing so much easier.]
Location: outside in some random location
Planet: Coruscant
When: Week 20
What: A hunter and a slayer doing what they do best: killing things
Rating: PG-13, probably
[After making sure Sirius is alive and not about to keel over dead, Jo's determined to make herself more useful than him, so she slips away from him after sundown and sets off on her own. She knows it's a bad idea, especially given her shitty physical condition, but a limp and some bandaged broken ribs aren't going to stop her from protecting people. If Dean wasn't around to do this, she was going to have to.
She's loaded down with daggers of various sizes and a blaster, as well as a prototype of a shotgun she's been working on for the past month. All of the weapons apart from the shotgun are hidden under her clothes, and it takes her a few minutes to get used to hustling while loaded down once again. It's been too long since she's been on a hunt, she realizes.
She's following a trail of zombies down an alley, picking off the ones within reach, and when she turns the corner she spots another head of blonde hair in the sea of -
Shit.
Wait.
What were these things again?
With a shrug, she decides she doesn't really care, and takes aim and shoots one of the nasty little fuckers right in the head. It's one right near the other girl, so Jo figures that she'll take notice of her presence.]
I figured I'd come and give you some kinda backup or something.
[Not that they know one another or have ever seen the other before, but Jo prefers to just act as if they do. It makes this whole two tiny blonde girls running into each other at night in a back alley during a zombie attack thing so much easier.]