Delilah Zamora (electricdelilah) wrote in btvsal, @ 2010-08-09 21:09:00 |
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The Power of Grey Skull Indeed...
Who: Delilah and Sin
Where: The Hyperion
When: Monday Afternoon, 8/9
Delilah was looking over the weapons that she had picked out for Sin to train with today. Some might say that she was taking her life into her hands in a very serious way with giving the klutzy girl a sword, but she had to train in order to be a proper Slayer, and Delilah planned on standing FAR away when she was actually wielding it.
"Ohhhhh Watcher of miiiiine...." Came that hilariously chipper sing-song voice, as Sin cam skipping down the stairs into the basement of the Hyperion. "This place? Kicks ASS. Seriously. I mean, sure... the parts that G-Man hasn't renovated yet kind of resemble something from a bad zombie movie, but still. Aces all around, babe." Ever get the feeling Sin would honestly talk non-stop if she didn't have that pesky need to breathe? Yeah. Same here. "Oh hey, by the way, you guys might wanna get Kayla Barnes some major freakin' THERAPY before she blows an o-ring and kills someone. But hey, what do I know, right?"
Delilah blinked, because it always took her a second to figure out just what in the hell it was that Sin was talking about, since she talked fast and also peppered her speech with 'Americanisms' that she didn't always get. "I'm sure that her Watcher will look into getting her some sort of help soon," she said to her simply.
"Yeah. Well... she almost went all Tyson on Drill Sergeant Dellallo, and while that might made me giggle a little, the tyrant is very important to my mom. So... call me protective." She grumbled, still kinda wanting to punch Kayla in the head. "Oh... thought you might be interested in knowing that I'm just as clumsy in a dress as I am in pants..." she smirked, pointing to the scuff-mark on the side of her face and the cute red and white skirt set she was wearing. "Evidently Operation: Pretty Up Sin can't solve EVERYTHING..."
"I know. Mr. Giles told me about it." She still called him Mr. Giles in front of everyone else, at least for now. She didn't want to exactly debut their relationship until it was OK with him, since they were coworkers. "And I would imagine that a dress would make you trip more, since there is more fabric to get in the way."
"Well, at least I know that while I can wear nicer clothes occasionally and make my hair look moderately normal... the great big dork in me will never totes go away." She gave a playful shadowboxing punch towards Delilah, unaware that, in her haste to get ready, she'd forgotten to take off her engagement ring, as she USUALLY did when coming to train or do anything around her fellow slayers and watchers.
Delilah actually caught a glimpse at the ring. "I'd take the ring off if you don't want to accidentally lose the stone inside of it," she reminded Sin.
"Oh crap in a HAT." Sin blushed, sticking her hands behind her back. "Heh. Um. Yeah. So! Crazy, crazy weather we're having, huh? Woo!"
Delilah rolled her eyes. "Sin, I don't really care if you're engaged to someone or not, as long as they know what sort of life they might be in for with a Slayer for a wife."
"Wow. See... I was expecting either anger, or disappointment, or maybe even a surprisingly happy congrats. But you? Manage to find new ways to surprise me all the time." Sin rambled on again, smirking. "Kudos on the spectacular display of not-caring."
Delilah tilted her head at Sin for a second. "Congratulations obviously, but I'm not sure why I should be angry or disappointment," she said to the younger girl. "Besides, your personal life is yours, isn't it? I'm not one to control it."
"Oh. Well... the whole I'm-only-seventeen' thing is one... I mean granted it was cool when Winger sang about it, but this is real. And I guess I just kinda care what you think. You're sorta like a second mom to me. Just... a mom who ISN'T being molested by Drill Sergeant Dellallo."
She made a face. "I'd rather not be molested by Ms. Dellallo, thank you," Delilah said to her. "I think that you're old enough and capable enough to make your own decisions about many things. I actually think that you have a pretty good head on your shoulders.
"D'awww." Sin grinned and threw Delilah into a great big hug. "See... now that was almost sweet! You're gonna end up all mushy and weepy over me yet."
Delilah hugged her back. "Well, it may happen one day," she said with a slight smile. "For now, though, while don't you change clothes and we get to some training, shall we?"
"SO emotional. Really. Yer gonna make me cry, babe, seriously." Sin snarked at her, walking over to change into her sweats. Hey... they were two rare straight women... what did she care if Delilah saw her changing?
Delilah had turned away, looking at the table again in order to figure out what to train with today. "Do you have a preference as to what you want to train with?" she ashed over her shoulder in Sin's direction.
Slipping the skirt off, the (current) blonde wiggled her little butt into her sweatpants, putting a sleeveless Top Gun tee on over her sports bra. "I dunno... I was thinking pretty much anything you think I can handle without causing grievous injury to myself would be just ducky."
"Well, technically all of these can cause grievous injury, because that's sort of what they are made for," Delilah pointed out. "Just don't turn them on yourself. I plan to be on the other side of the room."
"Oh sweeeeet... a sword!" Oh dear. She ran over to it, grabbing it and thrusting it into the air. "BY THE POWER OF GRAYSKULLLLLL!" She started to joke, before she went to take a step forward, lost her footing, and accidentally chucked the sword behind her, where it stuck into the wall. "Well... CRAP."
Delilah only blinked when Sin hucked the sword and it ended up embedded in the wall. "Hopefully Mr. Giles doesn't charge us for the hole in the wall," she said, looking over the sword.