first patrol ❊ ⊰ video ⊱ ❊ when god is gone and the devil takes hold...
'This is your stop.'
[ Her face contorts into confusion, then... flat out irritation. What happened? Did she die? Did something go wrong with the --mystical event thingie? -- Why is this guy all cloak-ridden? She scrunches her face up and squints her eyes, completely perplexed. ]
Wha-? No! No stops. And -- and, where am I? What'd you do with Willow? And - what's this -- [ The communication device. Yep. Which is conveniently filming everything. She turns it over in her hand a few times - enjoy the dizzying experience, friends! - before she leans in super close to it and suddenly realizes it's super epic technology. ] - Nifty. So, um - free new-ageyness with every, what - death?
Oh, god. [ the color drains from her for a second - ] Death. Am I dead? Did the mystical thingie actually wind up mystically frying me? [ Charon is disinterested entirely and just wants her to get out of the boat and his repetition of the previously spoken phrase indicates so. ]
Nuh-uh. Not happening. I am so not leaving this boat! Not until splainy. [ But after another staredown that leaves her feeling a little bit chilly, she slowly climbs out of the boat. ]
God, where am I, anyway? And what -- [ She starts to look around, completely missing the fact that Charon will be disappearing-act-a-fying as she does - ] -- ew, it's all dank and -- could you be any more mor-- [ But then she sees that he's not there anymore. And she's talking to herself. ] -..bid?
[ She huffs, puffing out her cheeks, frustrated and way more than out of her reality. That part, she knows. Which is all the more bleh-making. ]
Just another day on the job, Buffy. One, two, hut-hut.
{{ OOC -- I'm fixin' ta sleep here pretty soon so responses may be delayed but never fear! They'll happen. B) }}
[ Her face contorts into confusion, then... flat out irritation. What happened? Did she die? Did something go wrong with the --mystical event thingie? -- Why is this guy all cloak-ridden? She scrunches her face up and squints her eyes, completely perplexed. ]
Wha-? No! No stops. And -- and, where am I? What'd you do with Willow? And - what's this -- [ The communication device. Yep. Which is conveniently filming everything. She turns it over in her hand a few times - enjoy the dizzying experience, friends! - before she leans in super close to it and suddenly realizes it's super epic technology. ] - Nifty. So, um - free new-ageyness with every, what - death?
Oh, god. [ the color drains from her for a second - ] Death. Am I dead? Did the mystical thingie actually wind up mystically frying me? [ Charon is disinterested entirely and just wants her to get out of the boat and his repetition of the previously spoken phrase indicates so. ]
Nuh-uh. Not happening. I am so not leaving this boat! Not until splainy. [ But after another staredown that leaves her feeling a little bit chilly, she slowly climbs out of the boat. ]
God, where am I, anyway? And what -- [ She starts to look around, completely missing the fact that Charon will be disappearing-act-a-fying as she does - ] -- ew, it's all dank and -- could you be any more mor-- [ But then she sees that he's not there anymore. And she's talking to herself. ] -..bid?
[ She huffs, puffing out her cheeks, frustrated and way more than out of her reality. That part, she knows. Which is all the more bleh-making. ]
Just another day on the job, Buffy. One, two, hut-hut.
{{ OOC -- I'm fixin' ta sleep here pretty soon so responses may be delayed but never fear! They'll happen. B) }}