[033 - action]

[slaying]

[After a highly successful move into her new base of operations, house number seven, Buffy is picking up the patrol slack. After all, a winter wonderland does not mean that evil takes a day off. Quite the opposite, she imagined. A snowy landscape was like a cruel place to her and she could believe that evil liked that kind of thing. Well, evil plus

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[enrappigtured]

[An emperor, that's what!

Peony is out and about too, looking for New Feathers. He spots her and waves.]

[slaying]

[Oh, look. An emperor. Buffy drops the serious-face and raises a mitten-covered hand to wave. Cheerfully. Zero to friendly in one point three seconds.]

Hey, your highness! [The superlative was more fun than sincere.]

[enrappigtured]

Buffy!

[He walks towards her.]

How are you?

ack, notifs don't seem to be working for this entry

[slaying]

Doing good, despite the oh-god-horrible weather.

[She smiles.] How about you?

[cryology]

[A Nobody, out to take care of restocking his lab supplies, and taking advantage of the fact that fewer people are out at this time of day.

He doesn't seem to have bothered to dress for the weather, either.]

[slaying]

Jeez, aren't you cold?

[Buffy, passing him on the street, blurts this out before she manages to stop herself. Go, impulses, go!]

[cryology]

[Vexen turns at that and treats her with what could only be called a look of serious disdain.]

Hardly.

[slaying]

Hey, sorry.

[Buffy takes that disdain and raises with some light sarcasm.] Not all of us were raised in the arctic. I happen to be a little less down with the coldness.

[redroseprince]

[A DOGGY. Just a doggy. He's sitting outside of Community Housing 4 if Buffy ever goes that way, and appears to be watching her with great interest.]

[slaying]

[Hey! A doggy. A tame doggy?

Buffy approaches, holding her fingers out for the canine to sniff, if he'd like.]

[redroseprince]

[A very tame doggy. When Buffy holds out her hand he trots up to check it out before wagging his tail hesitantly.

His owner is around. Probably a little bit behind him, but she's too timid to say anything just yet.]

[slaying]

[Buffy looks up and notices the owner, idly petting the top of the dog's head while she watches.

The Slayer holds one hand up in a brief, but friendly wave.]

[fightlikeacow]

[Guybrush is returning to town from the forest. He's holding a rolled-up sheet of paper. He looks unhappy.]

[slaying]

[Buffy, eyes on the path ahead of her, doesn't see the returning man. Not at first. However, after slamming indelicately into him (by accident) she starts to become a bit more aware of his presence.

She takes a few steps back and also looks unhappy.] Oh my God, I'm so sorry.

[fightlikeacow]

[Guybrush stumbles backward, dropping the paper.]

Oh! Hi there...

[slaying]

[Buffy reaches down to pick it up for him.]

Totally my fault.

It has to happen

[seedprodigy]

[A mercenary, heading home with food for she and her roommate who can't cook to save their lives. She's wrapped up even more than Buffy is as well.]

oh god yes but why am I not getting notifs? sad. =(

[slaying]

[Hm. That person looks like they have a similar mindset in the wrapping-up-warm department. Buffy smiles and tilts her head.]

Looking well-prepared!

Because LJ is fail - they're sending notifs for tags done NOT on your journals. Seriously.

[seedprodigy]

[That's because Quistis turns into an icicle in winter. This isn't exactly Balamb, and she's pretty cold-natured to start with.] Hmm? [She glances up at the voice, then smiles - which can't be seen because of the scarf wrapped around half of her face.] I don't see any reason to catch cold by not dressing appropriately. They aren't fun, after all.

oh jeez

[slaying]

See? My feelings exactly. Except I think you feel those feelings a little more keenly, what with the lots and lots of appropriately dressedness.

[She's actually impressed that you've managed to get that dressed.]