[action]

[slaying]

[Nightfall is settling in. Buffy, in comfy sweats and a wife-beater (a la icon), is out for a jog. Slayer-gone-normal-girl has got to keep up her athleticism somehow--and that how involves a few evening runs. Her hair is tied back and the low pony tail slides irritatingly against her red wings

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[sortabeautiful]

[Even if patrolling is not a necessary task in Luceti, Jacob finds it hard not to at least take the time to do a quick sweep of the area around the village once every night. It was incredibly easy to do when you moved as fast as he did, and required very little effort unless he decided to push his limits and to the edges of the barrier.

The enormous russet wolf was surely large as a Clydesdale now, if not slightly bigger, and was built far more powerfully. He wasn't undetected, but aside from who he told, no one seemed to connect him to the large beast.

Slowly, the wolf slunk out of the woods. The stink of vampire dulled his senses, a large paw swept over his nose as he grunted in irritation.]

[slaying]

[Holy crap, a giant wolf. Buffy's heels dig hard into the ground and she instinctively assumes a rough and loose combat stance--more defence-oriented than anything else.

Her heart rate speeds. What was it, now? Demon? Monster? Something else?]

[sortabeautiful]

[The sound is enough to attract the big beast's attention. Jacob swivels his massive head, intelligent eyes scanning the area until they land on - oh dear, that was... Buffy, wasn't it?

He stood shock still, ears tilted forward slightly - if she tried to attack he could probably easily outrun her... though, he was sure he'd left his pants behind one of the bushes here.]

[slaying]

[No attacks, no. Just...stance. Lots and lots of stance. She knows her current limits and they are not in her favour if it came to blows with a massive...dog...thing.

And then the coin kind of drops. Her body stiffens. Was this perhaps that kid--the one who knew the veggie vamps?]

[Action]

[lists_to_port]

[Buffy might notice Jack Sparrow, poking a long-ish stick into a hole at the base of a tree and grumbling to himself. He's only wearing one boot.]

[Action]

[slaying]

[She certainly does notice. Her brows furrow and she slows to a walking approach, tilting her head towards the guy doing the weird...poking thing.]

Uhm, hello?

[Action]

[lists_to_port]

[Jack spins around in a startled manner and tries to hide the fact that he's one boot shy of a pair. In fact, even though he's standing on one foot and clearly hiding a long stick behind his back, he is taking "act casual" to illustrious new heights.]

Evening, Miss.

...

Erm, lovely night to be... [He squints at her wifebeater]...cavorting about with not much clothing on?

[Action]

[slaying]

I'm totally not cavorting. [She responds, brusquely.] And this is plenty of clothing. It's called athletic wear for a reason.

[But it was time to shove some of that attention off of herself and back on him.] Missing something, huh?

[Action | Does semi-friendly and known count? :) ]

[callmerogue]

[ Nothing too interesting going on - though Rogue is enjoying the cool night breeze outside the community house she's taken up residence in. And shock of shocks, she's actually not wearing her cloak - lookit, bare arms. ... on account of not expecting to run into anyone out this late. She hesitates, but after a bit does call out. ]

Y'jog at night...? [ Don't most people do that during the day? ]

[Action | absolutely! ]

[slaying]

[Buffy slows as she recognizes the girl from the bar. She raises one bar arm in greeting.]

Sometimes. [The answer is...vaguely vague. She doesn't want to own up to the fact that it's a semi-patrol.]

[Action | Awesome! ]

[callmerogue]

[ Rogue lifts a hand to match the greeting, sans bar. She glances around uneasily, wishing she'd brought her cloak with her, and absently wraps her hands around her elbows. ]

Guess it's 'bout th' right season for cooler joggin'. Better'n running during the day when it's all warm an' all. Didn't know ya were into the whole exercise thing. [ That's right, she thought everyone around here were a bunch of lazy lumps. ]

Action | lmao and by 'bar' i had meant 'bare' -- i fail ]

[slaying]

It's kind of a new hobby of mine. It wasn't exactly necessary, before.

[She looks mildly uncomfortable, and tries to cover this by continuing her approach.]

[derek_bliss]

[Derek's a fan of early morning runs, himself, but he'll take walks at night every once and a while.

Tonight, he's following the curve of the river behind C6 and going north towards the center of Luceti. He seems to be thinking to himself, but will pause when he catches a glimpse of Buffy and nods to her.]

[slaying]

[She slows on her approach.]

Hey, you. [There's a smile and Buffy takes a moment to recatch her breath.]

[derek_bliss]

[Derek will return the smile.]

Long time, no see. Getting a run in?

[slaying]

Keeping in shape--or, preoccupied. Or something.

[Action]

[ratatosk_knight]

[Emil is up on his porch just enjoying the warm weather this evening, Sial asleep at his feet. When Buffy passes the house, the chimera will look up and chirp curiously, recognizing her as one of the people who was in that house Emil stayed in for a little while.]

[Action]

[slaying]

[O-oh, Buffy smiles affection down at the chimera...then continues on to smile at Emil, as well. She slows down and approaches the porch.]

Settling back in, Emil?

[Action]

[ratatosk_knight]

Yeah, I am... thanks. At least now you don't have to worry about me blowing up the microwave again.

[Don't mind Sial just rubbing up against your legs there, Buffy.]

[Action]

[slaying]

[She reaches down to give an absentminded scratch.]

Hey. Water under the bridge--Emony's gone and suped the thing up, now. Some future tech thing.