Buffy Summers (![]() ![]() @ 2010-01-14 22:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | !fizzled, 2010 01, buffy summers, steve berry |
RP: Hardly Surprising
Who: Buffy, open
When: Early evening
Where: Starting at the barn, moving toward town. Find her wherever
Rating: PG to PG-13 depending on who joins
Summary: The Slayer arrives
Status: Open, ongoing
She wasn't sure what she'd been expecting. All she knew was that they'd failed - her little sister had been cut, just a small, little, insignificant cut, and had bled, opening the doorway between worlds - and in an attempt to save the world (for the I've-lost-count-time), she'd chosen the self sacrificial route without really thinking about it...
And now... she found herself ankle deep in snow, outside of a... was that a barn? Well, she thought it used to be a barn. There was a heavy, heavy feel of magic in the air that was tingling the edges of her skin and was the only indication she wasn't in Sunnydale anymore.
She didn't know what she was expecting. She didn't remember dying the first time, and she didn't really know... harps and angels were all bull, she'd always thought, but... there had always been the potential for something better than what she'd been living through. Spike had called it, she thought, when he'd said that all Slayers secretly hoped for death. She hadn't exactly given much thought to other options - she just jumped. Dawn was in danger and she... jumped.
... But anyway, whatever she'd been expecting, it wasn't snow and a busted barn. But she could hardly say that she was surprised.
Shrugging her shoulders - she was only wearing a light sweater, and it was a bit chilly. Glancing up and down the road when she found it, she moved in the direction she thought town was. She expected a long walk in front of her, but... hey. Nothing more than a typical night of slaying, right?