voice & action ✪ now with added filtery goodness

[slaying]

[ buffy has been running on autopilot. smile at the right times, nod in the right moments. make the appropriately inappropriate remarks about over-sugared coffees and pop music at all the wrong times in just the right ways. it isn't hard to do once she sets her mind to it; after all, she had done it in sunnydale for seven years

Comments

[Voice]

[consultmybooks]

...would it be inappropriate to submit my name?

I did help train the Potentials, before...[before Buffy cast him and Faith out]...for a while.

[Voice]

[slaying]

[ this...this catches her entirely off guard. ]

I don't -- oh, wow. I don't know how that would work. [ they've been equals before but never quite so blatantly. never in the language. ]

Re: [Voice]

[consultmybooks]

I can organize. I can break things with my fists, although not as well as you can.

[This could be a truly disastrous suggestion - he knows that. It could be the army all over again.

But they've both been telling themselves that this place isn't like home, so...why not at least try to hope that things might be different?]

I do fulfill the qualifications you specified, although I certainly understand if it would be...strange.

And I would only be assisting.

[Voice]

[slaying]

It's mostly about fitting the student with the right teacher. And making sure that's working. And looking after the over-flow, if there's any.

[ she lapses into a silence. seriously considering this. ]

[Voice | Filtered]

[crytearsofjoy]

Engagement party, huh? Count me in! [Don't bring up the Pirate. Don't talk about the Pirate. Forget about the Pirate. Don't even think about Buffy and her ex(?)Pirate-]

[Voice | Filtered]

[slaying]

...Great. It should be a blast. Y'know, weather-permitting.

[Voice | Filtered]

[crytearsofjoy]

I'm sure! If there's anything I can help with please let me know.

[Voice | Filtered]

[slaying]

Asking for a potluck's not too tacky, is it?

[action]

[noprevaricating]

[Archie has never run into Buffy while she's on patrol, nor has he really heard that it's something she does. He's just out for a nighttime stroll, unwrapping a cookie from the bakery.]

[action]

[slaying]

[ well! she's dressed fairly regularly -- for her, at least. jeans and a light jacket. but the blood-red scythe (the same red as her wings, actually) is tipped over her shoulder as she walks. ]

Hi. [ her greeting is cheerful -- although she knows she doesn't have to force the facade around someone else 'in the know'. ]

[action]

[noprevaricating]

[Yes, but Archie doesn't know she does these patrols. So he gives her a blank, slightly suspicious look.]

Did I do something wrong? [It's a joke.]

[action]

[slaying]

...I don't know -- [ she jokes back. ] Did you?

[ Voice | Private ]

[markofthebrave]

[...ah. Hmm.]

Ah. Buffy?

[ Voice | Private ]

[slaying]

[ this is going to be all the shades of awkward. ]

Mmhm?

[ Voice | Private ]

[markofthebrave]

When were you thinking of having this party, exactly?

[ Voice | Private ]

[slaying]

Sokka and I talked about it a while ago. We thought sometime in June might work. Y'know, once it's warm enough.

[hippocraticly]

[ McCoy's been stuck in the house for most of the day and has spent the time cooking up a storm in the kitchen. now he's sitting at the table waiting for his culinary efforts to bake and fiddling around with his medical tricorder. ]

[slaying]

[ after a few various safety-related errands, buffy comes home for supper.

she breaths in deep once she's through the door. ] Something smells yummy.

[hippocraticly]

Chocolate pecan pie. [ because he's been feeling inspired with a child in the house. ]

[slaying]

...I love you, Bones. You are a god among men.

[ desserts are awesome. ]