[Voice / Action] backdate to morning

[wingenvy]

Hey, I wanna talk to that Malnosso guy who gives people stuff from home, ASAP!

Oh, and BRAVE VESPERIA, it's work time! This is also to anybody who offered to help build that new hang-out house- the space is all cleared up and the ground is ready, and I've got the materials, but I need help putting it together! If you're still up for giving me a

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[slaying]

[Buffy is out in that direction due to an extreme case of avoiding her guard duties at the clinic. Captain Jack Sparrow has her chomping at the bit and if she spends too much time around there, she feels more inclined to hit him. Again.

It's the cusp of evening, and in her preoccupied attempt at patrolling off some of those frustrated feelings she trods right over the dozing Zack. Whoops. Sorry.]

Huh--What? [She trips, but regains her balance.

Also, Buffy future-datedly sarcastically thanks you for the numerous renditions of All By Myself she will now have to endure in her workplace.]

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[wingenvy]

[OW THAT WAS MY FACE]

Hey!

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[slaying]

Oh, my God. [She takes a good three steps backwards, palms outstretched in supplication. Well, as supplicating as they can be with a massive battle axe in one hand.]

Sorry. My bad.

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[wingenvy]

[Zack does his characteristic roll-flip to get back on his feet, dusting himself up a bit. For someone who just got stepped on, he doesn't look like he's in any pain.]

Nah, it's okay. But you didn't hurt yourself, did you?

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[slaying]

[Oh, classy manoeuvre. There is a slight look of appraisal--and, ah. Yes. She remembers you from over the journals and from a brief conversation, once. Zack. She knows you far better by Aerith's word-of-mouth than anything else.]

Me? Nah. People-stomping is kinda a low impact sport for the stomper. Not so much for the stompee. [But, luckily, she's a tiny little thing. And wasn't exerting any of that there Slayer strength.]

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[wingenvy]

[He remembers you too |Db he always remembers the pretty blondes.]

That's good. You're Buffy, right? Aerith's friend.

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[slaying]

Yep. Which mostly reminds me how very much I need to catch up with her. [A dose of Aerith would not go amiss, right now. Some girly time would be nice, considering how many men she has had to deal with over the past few weeks. Jack, Bones, Spike. All of them important and frustrating in equal measures.]

Which--of course--makes you Zack.

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[wingenvy]

Bet she'd be happy to hear from you. And hey, you can come visit whenever you want- a friend of Aerith's is a friend of mine! [He offers out his hand.] Nice to meet you, by the way.

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[slaying]

[She shakes his hand--and remembers where else she knows his name from.]

O-oh! You're hitting the field with me, too. Next draft, right?

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[wingenvy]

Oh yeah, that. [He'd actually sort of forgotten about that, erk.] Well, that ought to be loads of fun, eh?

[action]

[slaying]

Sure--if your definition of fun includes having no fun at all.

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[wingenvy]

At least it's something to do, though. I've been getting cabin fever in this place, it's been so quiet! I mean, I like peace and all, but I'm more of an action guy, myself.

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[slaying]

I could dig a little action--just not in the yay this is fun kind of way. But...yeah, talk about restless. I just hope there are no big bad surprises out there.

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[wingenvy]

If it's anything like the last one people got sent off into, it shouldn't be too bad. I hear we get some sweet luxuries for the trouble.

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[slaying]

Plus the chance to blow off some steam. Could be worse.

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[wingenvy]

Definitely worse. I'll take this over a kidnapping any day of the week.