[ Zombies? Are you serious? Whose brilliant idea was that? I can barely them seriously. Gotta find a way to set them all on fire. In his 300+ years of life, Czeslaw had seen beasts both human and alchemical in origin and many other manner of strange things. Zombies were simply not efficient as say, homunculus, so he wasn't entirely familiar with them. He didn't like how they got up and kept going even as they rotted. That sort of immortality is a little too close to home. The ones he killed when they got too close? He was doing them a favor. He didn't have a single problem with that.
The first thing he did was get a sidearm off a dead cop, but the kickback made it impractical, and was really too small for his hands. He has it tucked behind him, under his cute little button-down military peacoat.
When someone calls, out runs a kid who is dressed like a tiny adult. IE, like his mother hates him and spends too much money to have his things custom fitted, and like he probably has both piano and elocution lessons
( ... )
[ That was not a girly scream of panic. That was a manly battle cry, and the leaping up in the air was, um... a defensive strategy, designed to intimidate his opponent. Yes. That's what what was.
And yes, okay, his opponent was Little Lord Fauntleroy, but hey, small children in fancy dress were scary, okay? ]
Oh. Um. Hello there, small person who is thankfully not a zombie. ...You're not, are you?
[ Great. One adult in this entire lousy town and he's a coward. I knew this trip was a bad idea.
...Time to take the reigns of this thing and make him think it was all his idea. Moron.
And it had seemed so simple. Just a little jaunt out to Chicago on the train, but it seems Czeslaw and trains just don't mix, because his broke down. He had resigned himself to take the bus instead, and that broke down.
Funny thing. A buttoned-down little boy like him was the subject of head-pats and plenty of free hot chocolate, but in a crowd of people, his neatly combed hair and finely made clothing, he was practically invisible by virtue of being below eye height and so very boring.
By himself, here, wielding a crow bar that's just too big for him, he looks out of place. Or maybe it's the addition of a few blood spatters.]
N-no, at least, I don't think so? What about you, mister? Did one of those... those things bite you?
[Czeslaw is a master of the squeaky, scared voice, of wide, white-eyes and a trembling lower lip. He backs away slightly,
( ... )
[ Oh, the poor scared little kid! Xander's so used to the kids in Sunnydale and their familiarity (if not immediate post-event amnesia) with all things supernatural. He's forgotten that there are people out there who don't regularly see vampires and slime monsters walking the streets at night. ]
Me? Nah. No nibbles here! See?
[ He holds his arms out, and then one leg. And then the other leg. And then he does the Hokey Pokey and turns himself about. ]
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The first thing he did was get a sidearm off a dead cop, but the kickback made it impractical, and was really too small for his hands. He has it tucked behind him, under his cute little button-down military peacoat.
When someone calls, out runs a kid who is dressed like a tiny adult. IE, like his mother hates him and spends too much money to have his things custom fitted, and like he probably has both piano and elocution lessons ( ... )
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[ That was not a girly scream of panic. That was a manly battle cry, and the leaping up in the air was, um... a defensive strategy, designed to intimidate his opponent. Yes. That's what what was.
And yes, okay, his opponent was Little Lord Fauntleroy, but hey, small children in fancy dress were scary, okay? ]
Oh. Um. Hello there, small person who is thankfully not a zombie. ...You're not, are you?
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...Time to take the reigns of this thing and make him think it was all his idea. Moron.
And it had seemed so simple. Just a little jaunt out to Chicago on the train, but it seems Czeslaw and trains just don't mix, because his broke down. He had resigned himself to take the bus instead, and that broke down.
Funny thing. A buttoned-down little boy like him was the subject of head-pats and plenty of free hot chocolate, but in a crowd of people, his neatly combed hair and finely made clothing, he was practically invisible by virtue of being below eye height and so very boring.
By himself, here, wielding a crow bar that's just too big for him, he looks out of place. Or maybe it's the addition of a few blood spatters.]
N-no, at least, I don't think so? What about you, mister? Did one of those... those things bite you?
[Czeslaw is a master of the squeaky, scared voice, of wide, white-eyes and a trembling lower lip. He backs away slightly, ( ... )
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Me? Nah. No nibbles here! See?
[ He holds his arms out, and then one leg. And then the other leg. And then he does the Hokey Pokey and turns himself about. ]
And that's what it's all about!
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