whinging and whining about an upcoming holiday @ luceti

[herotypical]

Zombies? Really? A-and on Halloween?

[ a huff; a roll of her eyes; a saucy solidity to her crossed arms. ] Halloween is supposed to be the night when demons are a little less demonic -- which makes it the Slayer's night off, too. I should be -- u-uhm -- sipping cider and playfully complaining about how often I have to answer the door, dishing out treats for the costumed kiddies. I should not be pitching in to stop a plague-fest. And don't even look at me with those filthy wanna-get-you-infected eyes; you know I'm not much with the damselling.

Normal people would be...well, running and screaming right about now. But after that? They'd be demanding double-pay. Time-and-a-half. A Halloween bonus. [ but she doesn't get paid, so... ] I'm expecting some major deferred holiday compensation, keyboard girl. Or else you and me are gonna have words.

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[redwingingit]

Zombies are easy though! You cast Curaga and they melt. Firaga is also pretty effective, but I don't know any black magic. [Lol Final Fantasy game mechanics.]

[herotypical]

Y-yeah. I'm not much with the magicking, either. Damselling and magicking. Two things I don't do. Personally.

I have other persons for that.

[redwingingit]

Got any torches or phoenix feathers? Bomb fragments? Red Fangs?

[herotypical]

Mostly? I'll be rocking anything sharp and pointy, along with my very own not inconsiderable muscle. Not sure any of that fancy stuff'll work on these baddies.

[all7seas]

Watch out, Buffy-mun -- when she has "words"? She has words.

[herotypical]

Shh. I'm the one doing the warning here, not you. It's not even all that tough; she's more incomprehensible than intimidating.

[all7seas]

Right -- bein' very very quiet then, me.

[herotypical]

Mmhm. Because I'd hate to have to have words with you, too.

[holmesisnowhere]

[There's not much that Sherlock says in response to this rant, he just watches. He's studying, of course, but that's understood. Tucking his hands into his pockets, he just takes a few steps forward. Slowly, so as not to startle the ranting blonde.]

[herotypical]

[ happily (or sometimes not so happily) attuned to when things are going a little hinky, buffy summers is quick to turn and eye up the cheekboney-man who's watching from her rant's sidelines.

huh. ]

...Can I help you? Or are you just here for the show. Maybe I should've charged for tickets -- could've helped with that whole not-getting-paid problem.

[holmesisnowhere]

[Still nothing. Mister Cheekbones leans forward and stares at the blonde's face, squinting at her, as if to inspect a very small insect. Or maybe a yapping dog. He's completely silent, pacing a slow circle around the woman with even, soft footsteps. It seems like his height would make him especially clumsy or loud, but he's like a cat, creeping in that slow orbit.]

[Finally, he speaks.]

Did you say demons?

[herotypical]

[ her arms remain crossed. if his squinting is unnerving, she doesn't show it. here is a woman accustomed to ignoring scrutiny and powering forward on her own very confident steam.

still... ]

I said a lot of things. Demons did happen to be one of those things. I guess.

[allbloodyhail]

You should know better by now , Slayer.

[herotypical]

...But can't a girl keep hoping?

[ isn't that the whole point of being a hero? hope? ]

[allbloodyhail]

As you like. Hear it's good for that morale stuff.

[herotypical]

And if only morale were as insidiously prevalent as the insult to taste that is candy corn. Y'know, around this time of year.

Oh, Buffy. You're too awesome. XD

[spider_kisser]

Fighting zombies on Halloween actually sounds...kinda neat! I'm not sure I get your hang-up with it.

she's a peach!

[herotypical]

...It kinda gets old hat when it's every Halloween that decides to put the legit spook in spooktacular.

She's an epic winnah!

[spider_kisser]

I thought you said that Halloween is usually your time off?

[withinterest]

"Zombies on Halloween? How distasteful," Alex said, making a noise as if he had, in fact, tasted something unpleasant. "Like mixing mint jelly and cream cheese."

[herotypical]

"A-actually," she half-smiled and indulged a little Summers tastebuddery with the stranger, "that doesn't sound half bad. Depends on the cream cheese."

[withinterest]

"Well, perhaps not with strawberry," he pondered. Mint and strawberry was a rather indulgent favorite of his. Tart and sweet, yes, very nice. However... "Let us say it is very old cream cheese, perhaps the kind stuffed with peppers."

[herotypical]

[ o-oh. her sardonic reply flutters and shakes under the weight of suddenly seeing one person who's always a little...difficult to see.

difficult and thrilling. ]

Doesn't mean I'm not gonna complain about it. I still have that prerogative left to me.