Buffy Summers (buffy_da_slayer) wrote in btvsal, @ 2010-05-04 16:13:00 |
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Current location: | Ash's House |
Current mood: | worried |
Entry tags: | ash kowalski, buffy summers, place: la |
Reporting In
Who: Buffy and Ash
Where: Ash's House
When: Sunday, April 25th
Feeling better after spending the night with Kevin (and not just for THOSE reasons, thanks), Buffy headed over to Ash's home in the morning to tell him about what she had seen the night before. She had remembered someone seeing something called Famine or something a while back, so this had to be related to it, right? She knocked on Ash's door.
Did it make Ash awesome, creepy, or something in between that by now, he actually knew Buffy's KNOCK? The moment he heard it, he rushed to the door, having been in the middle of meditating. He wore just the comfortable black basketball shorts he used to relax in, but sort of forgot about modesty when he saw how.... worried his Slayer looked. "Buffy? What is it? Come... come on in..."
"Got my butt kicked last night against some...demon thing or whatever the heck she is," Buffy said as she walked inside. "I feel a lot better than I look." Her face was probably covered in bruises because of the punches and headbutt, but they didn't hurt nearly as much, anymore.
"Let me help you find out what it was..." Ash said, those eyes turning coal-black, "And then together, we'll tear it to shreds and dance upon it's entrails." Yikes. And people wonder why Courtney talks the way she does? Jesus.
"It said that it was one of the four horsemen," Buffy said to him. "Not exactly sure if we're going to be dancing on her entrails any time soon with a pedigree like that."
"Another one? Shit." He sighed, shaking his head. "Slayers might be useless against the Horsemen. I'm going to do my best to get any sort of magic-users I can think of together, see if we can come up with something. ANYTHING. You're lucky to be alive, Buffy."
"Well, technically there are like, four of them, right?" She didn't like hearing that she was useless against them, though. "Why am I useless against her? I gave just as hard as I took, and she had to walk away from it, too. I kicked her butt right back."
"I could be mistaken, Buffy. But the Horsemen are biblical figures. Things that, frankly, I don't know if ANY amount of brute force can stop." God, he couldn't believe he was about to make this reference. Damn becoming friends with Wells... "It's like that story The Death of Superman. When he encountered that monster, Doomsday. It was an unstoppable force of nature. Superman fought it, and fought it, and beat the SHIT out of it, but even after fighting until he died, he only managed to stop the thing for a while. It was virtually unkillable. That's what I'm afraid these Horsemen might be like."
She sighed. Point made. "Fine, then what *do* we do about them? Can we throw fireballs or something at them then?" OK, Buffy didn't get magic very well, obviously. She just figured that Ash could do, well, basically whatever it was that he wanted.
"That's what frightens me. I have no idea. I'm going to consult Mr. Giles, Mr. Marchese, and Mr. Wyndam-Pryce. Hopefully one of them will have SOME idea of how to handle this." Nothing got to Ash more than feeling useless. NOTHING.
"I'm sure one of them will know more about what to do," Buffy said to him. Feeling useless pissed her off beyond belief as well.
"This could be really bad, Buffy. We hear the word 'apocalypse' tossed around a lot... but these are the actual Horsemen here. That means... the real thing can't be far away." He sighed, feeling sick to his stomach. He'd just gotten Lucy back... was he going to lose her again, in the form of the world ending?
"Yeah well, avoiding the apocalypse is kind of what we do, remember?" Buffy pointed out to him. Hey, someone had to be the optimist here, right? "Come on, we didn't finally get most of our lives right only to have it blown up by some stupid horsemen who don't even have horses."
"You know?" He blinked, "That's a REALLY good point." Leave it to Buffy to bring something like that to light. "Not ONE of them actually has a damn horse. What's up with THAT?"
She shrugged. "Maybe they aren't the real deal, or maybe they aren't at full power yet or something," she said. "Or maybe they aren't all here. I mean, we've only seen like, two, right? Isn't there supposed to be four?"
"There are." He said with a nod. "Death, War, Famine, and Pestilence, if memory serves right."
"Well, we've seen Famine, if I remember correctly, and now War, although she looked more like a Billy Idol wannabe than anything else." Buffy snorted. "Anyways, that leaves Death and Pestilence."
"Neither of which, especially Death, I have any real eagerness to meet." He said with a sigh. "Alright. Look... go... go talk to the other Slayers. Tell them what you saw and what you fought. I'm going to go and tell the other Watchers what *I* know."
Buffy nodded. "I can do that," she said. "If they're not all around, then maybe we can prevent this from happening before it really gets out of hand." Well, more out of hand than water turning to blood and frogs falling from the sky, yeah.
"Good. Call me later, let me know how it went. And Buffy?" He leaned in, hugging her tightly. "Be careful, alright? If anything happened to you I'd..." he just let it go, and didn't bother finishing the sentence.
She nodded again. "I know," she said to him, hugging him back. "Same to you, OK?"
"Yeah. Now go." And don't die, he thought, sighing.
She held on for another second before letting go, turning and heading out the door.