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[boxerslayer]

who: Jia Lanpen Pog AKA the boxer slayer
when: Oct. 16th during her sleep.. ( roughly 2pm to 8 pm)
where: Buffy’s room, in dreams and visions
invited: Buffy, forgotten slayer
Why: Buffy is visited by two who have pasted on.

Jia stood there on the edge of sleep of vision, watching the golden haired Chosen readying herself for sleep, and prepared. There

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[her_sacred_duty]

Buffy's first thought was relief that she hadn't worn her well-loved sushi pajamas to bed that night. As ridiculous as she felt in her white camisole and shorts before this elegant woman, the worn pajamas would have been ten times worse. At any rate, she realized that there was no way she could have matched the quiet dignity of the slayer who stood before her in the whirly dreamscape she had abruptly woke to discover.

She took in the scene warily, trying to adjust to this unexpected vision. The scents seemed real enough as they wafted to her, the hint of jasmine reminding her of her mother's perfume when she was younger. Taking a deep breath, she took a step closer to the woman--Jia, was it?--and returned her bow with an awkward one of her own.

Forcing her scattered thoughts into some semblance of order, she nodded slowly at the woman's insistent command. Just because her interactions with the first slayer had always been disturbing, enigmatic, and dangerous didn't mean that she couldn't learn something helpful from this one. Just

[boxerslayer]

Jia looked at the blonde, and did not smile.

“You are the Chosen, and yet you have no honor. You have no sense of dignity or respect for your station. You have done much wrong in the eyes of those of us who have fought and died with honor. You cheapen yourself and the line with your actions.”

Jia gestured gracefully to the surrounding area, to the low trees and vegetation that were thick and hazy with the orchid and jasmine fog.

“You once were here, and then were ripped from our embrace. You gave everything for honor, and for life. Now, you disregard the gift you have and choose to seek out pleasure.”

[4gottenslayer2]

From all around them, came the sounds of her Ryuteki, her Japanes bamboo flute, which meant that she was done meditating, and was calm, if only for the moment. the sound was soft, and beautiful. It evoked emotion. At one moment, it would evoke happiness, and half a note later, evoking sadness, anger, and so forth. The sound seemed to be coming from everywhere, and nowhere, making it difficult to pinpoint.

This had always been the time when The Slayers had gathered around, and listened to her play. Taking these brief few moments to relax, and focus on something beautiful once again. But tonight, the shadows were restless. The Flaxon Slayer was heere tonight. Soon enough she would face Sakura, The Nameless.

[her_sacred_duty]

Shaken by all this, Buffy felt her face tighten at the other slayer's criticism. What did she know anyway, of what Buffy's life had been since Willow's spell had resurrected her? What did anyone? Talk of dishonor had always raised her hackles, and today was no exception. Vision or no, former slayer or no, Buffy was not about to let herself be condescended to.

"Pleasure?" she repeated, infusing every strain of incredulity she could muster into the word. "Watching my friends get hurt? Spending every night slaying monsters that keep on coming no matter how many I get rid of? Being stuck here battling a former friend? Oh yeah, I'm having a fine ol' time."

She was silent for a long moment, fencing in the more hostile words that she wanted to unleash. It wasn't Jia's fault that she had touched on such a raw spot, but Buffy felt burned by her recriminations nonetheless. Last year--a few months ago even--she would have felt that every word was merited and fallen silent in the face of the slayer's rebuke. She had made mistakes, let people