[Location: Osten] I'm gonna wash that man right outta my hair

[melakafray13]

Melaka Fray couldn't find anything more comfortable than her hammock right now. Strung up in the corner of her room in the Watcher's library. Was a little piece of heaven. If she didn't toss and turn. Which she was doing at the moment. Her eyes shut, she turned a little too far and tumbled out of her bed, hitting the floor with a thump. "Damn," she

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[likeajoan]

Buffy was on one of her typical pointless patrolling exercises that were meant to make her feel like a valuable member of society, when she spotted Mel ahead of her, apparently scrutinising the contents of a bag. She happened to have her scythe with her, blade resting against her shoulder-- which was a little awkward considering she'd snapped Mel's, but she wasn't about to divert her path, based on that.

"Hey." She offered, as a rather conservative greeting.

[melakafray13]

She stopped searching the contents of the black sack, lifting her head as she heard the greeting. She knew that voice. She disliked the owner of that voice immensely.

Melaka turned her head, making doubly sure that it was who she thought it was. Her shoulders slumped. Sometimes, she hated when she was right. "Hey," Fray replied monotonously. Her fingers itched to curl into a fist but she fought off the urge...for now.

[likeajoan]

Despite being less than a genius, Buffy is certainly by no means stupid or oblivious to body language, signals, vibes and all variations thereof--Melaka's feelings were abundantly clear to her.

In return, her expression hardened slightly and she did something which was approaching an eyeroll. "Woah, watch that enthusiasm there, you might fall over."

[melakafray13]

Melaka scoffed, actually completing an eyeroll and sneered at the blonde slayer, "If I do fall, it's spled for me that I've got you to kick me when I'm down."

Lifting her hand to her hair, she pushed her long bangs back before looking to Buffy. There'd been no real problems with them when Buffy had come to Haddyn. At least, not until the Madwoman had told Mel that her world would end if Buffy managed to get home. Then it'd all gone to the aquahogs from then.

[erudite_watcher]

Giles was walking from the Magic Box back to Sanctuary when he noticed the movement from the corner of his eye. He was just in time to see the woman climb down the side of the building with an ease and grace that no normal human could show. If it weren't for the bright pink tips of the black hair he would have thought it was Buffy; perhaps that meant this was the elusive other Slayer he had yet to meet?

He stood back a polite distance and watched as she filled the bag from objects from the replicator, waiting for her to be finished before taking a few steps closer. He was about to greet her when he changed his minding, deciding to see what she would do.

[melakafray13]

When she turned to head back to the library, she stopped, seeing the older gentleman on the street, watching her. She didn't recognize him off the top of her head, nor does she remember speaking to him. Melaka wasn't exactly the most social of slayers. At least compared to Summers at that other one.

Mel's brow furrowed before one arched slowly. The hell was he staring at her for? It's not like she wasn't wearing pants. "Yeah?"

[erudite_watcher]

If someone took the attitude Faith had back in her high school days and mixed it with Kennedy's it would be no where near the vitriol this woman was able to project with her body language and a single word. Interesting - and potentially dangerous.

"Forgive me - I was admiring the with which you climbed down that wall. Very impressive."

[melakafray13]

"You should see me when I've been tossed off the side of a rutting building," Melaka replied, eyebrow still arched as she looked him over.

She then shrugged in explantion to her skillful climbing. "I'm good at stuff." That had been her answer for everything that was different about her. The speed, the strength, the healing.