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[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

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[its_troublesome]

[Oh, this comes at a great time. Shikamaru's been meaning to speak with her ever since his conversation with Albert. A bad cold just got in the way for the past week.]

You're Buffy Summers, then?

[He's positive you are. But you know. Being polite.]

[Filtered]

[slaying]

Mmhm. That would be me.

[Filtered]

[its_troublesome]

Nara Shikamaru. I'd be interested in talking to you about that combat school, if you have the time.

[Filtered]

[slaying]

I've got plenty of it. Time, I mean.

What's on your mind?

[divinearrow]

I'm not sure what an "admin" is, but if you ever need any other trainers or assistance, I would be more than happy to offer my services.

[slaying]

...Always happy to drag more instructors into the mix. Got a specialty?

[divinearrow]

Archery.

[slaying]

Arrows, huh? Nice. It'd be a nice addition to our little team.

[More Privatey Goodness]

[markofthewise]

[Sooo... filtered against Yue, huh?]

... I take it Suki or Katara talked to you already.

[More Privatey Goodness]

[slaying]

...And I feel like the ham-fisted jerk face.

[ a guilty sigh. ] Things okay, Sokka?

[More Privatey Goodness]

[markofthewise]

Hey, not your fault, I should've talked to you.

[Nope, Sokka is the jerk here.]

It's... fine? Just incredibly complicated. But that's Luceti for you, huh?

[More Privatey Goodness]

[slaying]

...Suki said that an ex has shown up? [ she understands how that could be awkward. ] But you and her are still -- I mean, she talked about canceling the party but you're not going to, y'know, break it off. Right?

[lists_to_port]

[It is evening, and Jack Sparrow is walking toward Good Spirits. Long cons are Jack's thing; he can take a con and draw it out over many years, playing all sorts of people in the process, netting intricate lines of falsehood that become loose foundations for those who build truth upon them.

He isn't fond of this con, however. Cullen House has never seemed quite so isolating, and, reasonably sure that Buffy isn't bartending tonight, he is heading into town for a drink.]

[slaying]

[ she hears his beads a-swaying and clinking before she hears any other sound of approach. she knows it, now. a familiar sound. and -- thanks to current circumstances -- this sound carries with it a certain feeling of danger. and therefore a particular sort of thrilling dread. an adrenaline rush.

so she waits around a bend in the path; expecting him to come into the lamplight, soon. she has news for him and it would be the kind of news that passes for good in a situation like this. ]

[lists_to_port]

[What else might she hear as he trips down the path with that peculiar gait of his? Muttering. Jack is muttering again, still on about the same topic he has been muttering about for a couple of weeks, now.]

Robin Whitby. Robin Bloody Whitby. Robin "Scourge of Denmark" Whitby? Nah. Robin "Chained Manta" Whitby? Bloody hell. Bloody Robin hell Whitby.

[slaying]

[ oh, jack. she doesn't want to hear this. it makes her guilt-tendencies act up a bit too much.

she should never have told him. there were possibly many things she shouldn't have told him.

she scuffs her shoes on the path. clears her throat. any little signal to save their collective dignity before they meet at the path's corner. ]

voice; filtered

[slaying]

...A mushy earth statue? That's -- okay. Awesome. Beats an ice sculpture in the heat, I guess.

voice; filtered

[slaying]

Stuff like this? Parties or statues?