The door to the popcorn room flew open with a bang and out stalked a curvy brunette, covered in butter and looking none too pleased with the situation. Faith Lehane looked down at herself and scowled. Her favorite leather jacket was ruined. Not to mention her jeans and the new slinky top she had borrowed swiped from Buffy’s closet the day before.
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And every now and then, he saw someone emerge greasy and disoriented.
This one seemed to be a lot less confused than most of the newly-unpopcorned. He looked at her thoughtfully, trying to take her measure.
"Are you one of the ones who remembers?"
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"Remembers what, Jeeves?"
At that moment, a house elf ran across the hall, disappearing into another room. Faith groaned. "Oh you've gotta be fuckin kidding me. Hogwarts? Again?"
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The Slayer looked around, annoyance quickly bleeding into acceptance. If there was one thing she did, it was adapt. "I remember enough. Crazy ass Hat, flying staircases, and nothing to slay." The lack of fighting was what annoyed her the most. She was going to get antsy quick if she couldn't find some targets to pummel.
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She stopped walking and looked around. "This place is.. familiar. Where are we?"
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The Slayer looked annoyed and shouted for a house elf, whom she promptly tossed her greasy jacket at. "You know the drill, and watch the stakes, don't wash them."
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Raising his head, he looked at her with a faintly intrigued expression. "Have you just unpopped?" he asked, having never seen the result of one, but having heard of it.
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She frowned a little, looking around. "Unpopped?"
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He made his way over to her, just a bit closer.
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It was bad enough that he'd been hexed female, was being forced to wear absurd clothing, and still had to juggle learning two new types of magic, but on top of all that some asshole had to trail butter all over the fucking place where she was walking. The curses are unprintable (and mostly unrecognizable) but a demon cursing was, in fact, enough to blister the paint on a few portraits hanging nearby, while their subjects fled in terror.
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"Whoever invented heels should be taken out and beaten with them," she said, offering her a hand up.
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"Thanks," she said, watching the second shoe sail out of sight. "For the trip and the hand up. I was sure I could master walking in those things eventually, but being a woman is a lot more difficult this time than last." She lifted an eyebrow, looking the new girl up and down. "Just unpopped, eh? Know where you are yet, or did all your memories wipe?"
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Faith looked up at the rather tall.. um, yeah. "It's kinda familiar, I'm sure it'll come back. But seriously? What the fuck is up with the butter?"
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