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[Early, early Sunday morning, Buffy is at Giles' apartment and unshackling her chained prisoners. She is morose, guilt-ridden, and fairly worn out after these last two weeks. Her everything seems to hurt and she cannot figure out whether it's from stress or all the fights she has been getting into. Or maybe it had something to do with suddenly no

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Hey blondie.

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Sounds like a date, right?

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[Buffy sighs. The awful part is that it does.]

I could use some exercise.

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Meet you there.

[Nina doesn't wait for confirmation before closing the book. Buffy's sold already, she's confident of that much. And now she gets to see something interesting, one way or another.]

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[Predictably, Buffy shows up with her Slayer scythe in hand. Though she is doing her best to look surly and not at all convinced that this is a good idea.]

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[And Nina is... well, she's checking on the bone of some small animal. Or well, chewing off the last bit of flesh. Alas, poor small forest animal, you were no match. But she's smirking a little when Buffy shows]

Kept me waiting.

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You called it a date, right? Can't go on one without primping.

[She fibs, of course. Her own indecision had held her up.]

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[She bites down on that bone, heading on towards the central console, shaking her head]

Is this where I say you look sexy?

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[Eying that bone and thinking ew, Nina. What are you.]

Maybe. But--uh--apparently I'm not as comfortable with my ball team as I'd like to think so maybe we should just take it slow and stick to the killing things.

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Tease. In that case, hook us up for some of your "vampires" why don't you?

[And... console. She looks over at Buffy with a pointed grin]

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[She gives Nina a small, obstinate frown. Tease. What does she mean by that? But then Buffy is distracted by the console and trying to figure out just how to get what she wants from it. She never did like technology. Not the stuff you had to fiddle around with, at least.

Remembering their fight, she knows that Nina can handle herself. So she programs in the kind of scenario she has been aching for and hasn't quite had since the time she was drafted. Screw all this one-on-one stuff -- the kind that had gone down first with Giles, then with Willow, and finally with Andrew. She doesn't manage much fancy inputting but at least figures they'll up with a decent sized abandoned building and a nest of bloodsuckers. Kinda like the ones she would find every few weeks in Sunnydale.]

Wooden stake. You'll need one. Or something to get your decapitation on with.

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I've got this beauty. [And here she pulls a small dagger which probably looks like it's made of onyx off her waist... but then shakes her head. She replaces it and then looks at Buffy] Got a spare stake, or should I got forest-hunting?

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I always carry one. [And she produces it from her back pocket, holding it out to Nina. It isn't so much a spare but there is a stake built onto the scythe she is currently holding, so it'll be fine.] You go for the heart. Always.

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[She still can't believer she's going to have to fight with wood. That's just weird. She rolls the stake between both hands before nodding. Totally weird, but whatever works, right?]

Heart's in the same spot as a human's, right?

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Yep.

[And as Buffy gives her axe a pair of experimental cuts in the air -- as experimental as habit can get -- the room dissolves into a dark night. The cemtary that forms is dingy and in disrepair. However, when Buffy starts walking it seems to be to the exclusion of the boneyard itself. There is a fat and squat warehouse at the far opposite corner.] Fair warning? [To her credit, Buffy gives this warning like she doesn't even think that Nina needs it.] The Sunnydale simulations have shown a bad habit for acting up and being just a little too real.

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Not going to back out on me, are you? [Because real? Last time she was in here a bullet through the chest didn't hurt as much as it should and it bugged her. She only just figured out the safeties the other day. But... well then]