RP Log: Buffy & Alex
Characters: Buffy Summers and Alexandra Roivas
Setting: The park and surrounding side streets, late Sunday night.
Summary: While out hunting beasties Alex crosses paths with THE Buffy Summers and the two have a sort of stand off. Fades away at the end but lets assume they have coffee and pie and become bffs fill each other in on their non-demony identities.
Ratings: Apart from serious doubting and mild paranoia/suspicion there's nothing to be scared of.


Gently closing the lid of her laptop, Alex glanced at the window and was slightly surprised to see the last tinges of red from the sunset. Even though she was technically on leave from work and knew that her workload was supposed to be covered she couldn't help using up the pre-dusk time to sneak in a couple hours of work. But the lingering rosy light reminded her that she had other tasks at hand and started changing out of her comfy lounging gear and into more sensible options. She was just pulling on her jacket, covering the sword secured on her back when night finally over took the sky outside.

Alex let herself out of the hotel room and stowed the room key into a zippered pocket, feeling reassured by the weight on her back. She had seen a few unwanted characters in the park the other night and they'd managed to slip away, her mission for the night was to even the score. Prescott Valley at least had the generosity to be small, she mused as she crossed the downtown area heading for the large park in the centre of town. Following the brick path past a fountain, tossing a quarter from her pocket as she passed, Alex let her mind wander over her weekend. It would have been nice to use her vacation to keep a more desirable schedule but since evil hadn't yet managed to keep the sort of schedule that would let her have a normal morning she figured it was a pipe dream. She cut across the grass, heading for the trees, and wondered if she'd at least be able to get another of those chais on the way home when she noticed movement in the trees ahead of her and slowed to a halt.

Said movement darted from the trees ahead at a break-neck speed as Buffy Summers sprinted at a breakneck speed after a vampire, her long blond hair trailing behind her. It would have been impossible for someone to keep up with her, unless that someone knew what they were doing or had some sort of powers akin to Buffy's own, and these days, those seemed to be a dime a dozen.

Patrolling in Prescott Valley was strikingly familiar to patrolling in Sunnydale, uncomfortably so most days except for one, tiny little fact. There weren't nearly as many cemeteries. At the rate things were going, Buffy was sure it wouldn't take long. When she'd heard that they had been planning to fill in the crater that was once Sunnydale, she'd kept her ears to the ground from her Scottish castle, and the moment she caught any wind of supernatural activity, she'd been right over on the first plane. Well, more like Willow's magical transporting powers, but that was neither here nor there. A month later, Buffy bought a large house, one that could double as Sunnydale's headquarters (with at least five bathrooms, thanks). Before long, the whole gang seemed to have joined her there.

Fighting vampires -- the normal kind -- was a relief after the Hellmouth's attempt to swallow her. After Twilight and the entire US government after her. This vamp was toast, and he didn't even know it yet. Buffy decided to have a little fun, taking a sharp right turn down an alley she knew would cut the vampire off.

Bad hair, bad acne, bad clothes (though not outdated quite yet) pulled some sympathy from the Slayer, but not enough to stop the chase. And certainly not enough to keep her from plunging that stake right through the heart. When the ashes had settled, Buffy exhaled. "They just keep making them younger and younger. Next thing you know, we'll have a little Claudia running around."

On alert, Alex was already reaching up to pull out her sword when the pair burst from the bushes. The vampire and blond sprinted past at full speed and left Alex in their wake, staring in surprise at their retreating forms. Rather than continue to stand in the dark park, brandishing a sword, and looking like a nutjob, she reacted on what could only be bizarre instinct and ran after the pair. She hadn't gotten a good look at either of them but they were fast, obviously faster than any normal human should be, leaving her to believe they were either demons or the steroids on the market were a lot more potent than the news was reporting.

At the end of the alley she caught up to the pair and skidded to a halt at the end of it, watching the vampire explode in a cloud of dust. The dust settled around the blond's feet and, despite the multitude of questions she suddenly found herself coming up with she simply stared hesitantly. If it wasn't for the fact she'd just seen her take down something obviously evil she'd have already been charging, sword raised. Something about slaying evil though tended to give one pause.

With a back of her stake-holding hand, Buffy pushed her hair from her face and took a few steps backward. For the moment, she didn't seem to notice her audience. Screwing up her lips, she turned around to retreat back down the alley and suddenly stopped.

"Oh great," she grumbled to herself. "The one time I leave the scythe at home, and someone with a sword has to show up."

Flipping the stake in her hand, Buffy strode off to meet her new fighting partner. Glancing around the alley, she tried to find something she could use to at least block sword blows. She only found some old cardboard boxes, some piping (which might come in handy), and paper. Hardly a fair fight, she thought. "Let me guess," she called out to her visitor. "You're going to avenge your pimpley-faced vampire lover's death?"

Curious, Alex watched the other woman stride to her, the aggressive vibes emanating. Still unsure of the threat, Alex tightened her grip on the sword and pulled it in front of her, though not yet moving into a fighting position. "I might," she responded, surprised at the opening remarks. "If that was my pimpley-faced vampire lover. And meant more to me than just being, you know, evil." She watched Buffy's eyes take in their surroundings and took a slow step forward. She had to give the town this, it was doing a great job of keeping her on her toes.

Buffy frowned, bending down -- though not taking her eyes off the girl in front of her -- to grab one of the longer, thinner pipes. Great, another demon who thought they could take her on. She hated the ones who had some great, grand purpose.

"Then I guess I'll just have to settle for destroying whatever evil plan you've got. What kind of apocalypse are you trying for this time?" Buffy slowly stood up, pocketing her stake and testing the pipe's weight. "Rain of toads? Opening the Hellmouth? Opening dimensional gates and letting demons in? Uber-vampires?" Making a face, she asked, "It's not the uber-vamps again, is it? Because I really hate those things."

"Uber-vampires?" Alex stared at her, bemusement covering her face. She had really only understood about half the things the other woman had said but found herself very intrigued about the ones she hadn't. "You're implying they come in everyday bad and uber varieties?" The pipe she took as a not-so-subtle hint that this conversation was going to go nowhere, but she couldn't bring herself to sheath her own weapon just yet. "Who are you..." she asked, point blank, not willing to accept one staking as any indicator of whether this woman was friend or foe.

"Oh, like you don't know already," Buffy answered, clearly getting testy. The woman claimed to be evil, and yet, she had no idea who Buffy was? What a Slayer was? "You know, being evil and all. Are you a demon, a witch, or just your average D&Der? Not that all demons, witches, and D&Ders are evil, but the odds are stacked against you."

Buffy had her doubts about all of the above, to be honest. This woman was about the right age to be one of the leftover Slayers they'd never managed to track down. "Are you having weird dreams about monsters? Did you suddenly wake up with super-human strength?"

Now she had become the evil one? Puzzled, Alex felt reminded, yet again, why conversations with herself were always easier than the ones with other people. "None of the above," she said honestly, not sure any title or label could be contributed to her but she figured she could at least rule out those three. She felt certain she was fully human and she was pretty sure having magic wasn't enough to make someone a witch. She didn't know the logistics but she was certain there was a lot more to it. And as for D&Ders....well, she had so far clung to her status as a non-roleplaying nerd and she planned to continue that trend.

The change in the woman's line of questioning caused Alex's brow to furrow slightly. "Sometimes, I do. Though usually those turn out to be more reality than dream." That kink in her back from the horror was still stubbornly hanging on, "Regrettably." And did she suddenly wake up with superhuman strength? Who really asked things like that? Then again, this someone had just taken down a vamp so perhaps it was a logical choice. The question brought the events in Rhode Island and the tome drifting back into her mind for a few moments, remembering when she'd gotten the powers from. The feeling when everything in the book transferred into her was really unforgettable. "Something like that," she finally said.