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{BUFFY} vampire slayer (i_diedtwice) wrote in we_coexist,
@ 2009-03-31 00:01:00

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buffy summers, matthew

All I have to do... [Matthew]
"What do you mean I didn't graduate? I graduated. I was voted class protector!"

Buffy's protests ignored she turned quickly to leave an invisible authority figure, instead finding herself inside one of Sunnydale High School's long destroyed classrooms. Part of a wall with a chalk board was still up, and desks were lined neatly in rubble. Ms. Calendar stood in front of the class dressed in a black leather bondage suit, whip in hand. Jennifer Government stretched out over the teacher's desk like a cat, hand cuffed but also managing to eat an apple at the same time. Her former lover was difficult to focus on. Jennifer's arms were somehow outside Buffy's peripheral vision when she tried to inspect the front of the classroom more closely.

"I hope you all studied for today's test. It's worth fifty percent of your grade." There were groans from the other students, but when Buffy looked around her all the desks were empty.

"I got an A," Jennifer Government stated cooly with a smile.

"Of course you did," Jenny Calendar combed a strand of Jennifer's hair behind her ear.

Buffy looked down and saw she was wearing the white prom dress from her first year at Sunnydale and a black leather jacket. Unsure of what class she was even in, her forehead landed with a hard thud on top of her desk as she realized at the same time that she didn't have a pencil. Or a backpack. Or school books. Her mom was going to kill her.

As the slayer dreamt she whined into her pillow, troubled.

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i_diedtwice
2009-03-31 01:45 am UTC (link)

Buffy looked up at the large, black bird perched on her shoulder. "This isn't Algebra or French class? If it is I am so screwed."

Buffy looked back at the two attractive women at the front of the classroom, their faces distorted and vaguely bat-like. Their eyes were brilliant shades of yellow and cat green. The slayer looked relieved. "Oh thank god."

As the vampires approached Buffy, the slayer motioned with her shoulder for the black bird to perch somewhere a little safer. The vampire Jennifers closed in on the space quickly, one decking Buffy across the face and the other sucker punching Buffy in the gut.

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i_preen
2009-03-31 01:56 am UTC (link)

The raven fell off her shoulder with a flap and a squawk, circling the room above her head as the vampires sought to subdue the slayer in her dreamscape. One of them picked Buffy up easily by the hair and tossed her into the blackboard, which literally cracked down the middle as a cloud of chalkdust made the bird start swearing in fantastically colorful language that would have put conservative hair on end.

It wasn't usually Matthew's policy to interfere in other people's dreams. Most of the time he was just passing through, or--at best--observing. But there weren't any rules right now, because Matthew (in his own mind) was on vacation, and could do whatever the hell he pleased, thanks very much. He flapped down to land on a large globe which sat at the bottom of the stairs that had just appeared, since they were now in a college lecture amphitheater. "Oh come on, girlie, take a little initiative," the raven told Buffy irritably, as the leather-clad Jennifer cracked her whip from on top of the professor's desk.

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i_diedtwice
2009-03-31 02:03 am UTC (link)

"What do you mean?" Buffy recovered slowly. Though she'd felt the hair pulling and the wall cracking there'd been no pain. When she moved it was slowly and gravity had a loose grip on the slayer as she floated uselessly to her feet.

The whip from Miss Calendar's hand lashed forward and struck Buffy across the face. The slayer was blinded as blood dripped into her eyes that no amount of blinking or rubbing would clear.

"I totally studied for this one."

The other Jennifer not clad in leather came forward and stroked Matthew gently on the head, "She's sort of easy, you know."

Buffy didn't respond, not entirely sure what the (recently sired) police officer was referring to.

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i_preen
2009-03-31 02:15 am UTC (link)

The raven turned his head, all but ignoring the other Jennifer. He spoke to Buffy. "Is this a self-torture thing? Because if you're going to stand there and do the self-torture thing I'll find somebody else to be tour guide. Torture is boring." All the feathers on his neck stood on end as the other Jennifer touched his feathers. He gave himself a little shake. "Watch the feathers," he told her, tartly. "You're going to mess them up."

"Well they're not on straight," she said calmly, and gave them a little tug. The primary feather came loose and the raven gave another squawk, but this time it didn't come out quite right and ended up something like "--Hey!" The man that used to be the raven blinked at the lady in leather. He wasn't a tall man, maybe about thirty and rather average-looking in a roguish way. He looked down at his blue shirt and his boring jeans and scowled. "This sucks."

He rounded on Buffy, who was still at the front of the class. "Aren't you a Slayer?" he demanded. "Don't you have practice controlling your dreams? Look at this!" He lifted his shirt and shook it angrily, demonstrating how screwed up this all was.

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i_diedtwice
2009-03-31 02:27 am UTC (link)

"Torture?" Buffy rolled her eyes, which had miraculously cleared of blood. The cut was gone as well. "You're special sort of special, aren't you?"

Buffy looked down at the floor which her feet were having difficulty reaching as she floated uncontrollably. She wasn't the type of person who ever had any desire to fly in her dreams, possibly because she already had super powers and all the annoying responsibility that went with them. This meant of course that Matthew in human form would be perfectly anchored on the ground.

"A little help here?" Buffy did a summersault in the air. The attractive vampires disappeared. She sighed. Spotting the First Slayer Buffy grumbled, "No, not you." The first slayer disappeared.

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i_preen
2009-03-31 02:32 am UTC (link)

The man that used to be a raven sighed heavily, then gave himself a little shake. The blue shirt faded into an iridescent black. He gave himself another shake, and the shirt was feathered. Another hard shake and the raven took off from the floor of the college and up into the sky, which was spotted with rain clouds. He plowed through the air some, avoiding a few floating pencils and swearing at an essay on ethnographic analysis that hit him in the beak, and eventually neared the weightless Slayer.

"You need some decent wings," he advised. He sounded distinctly disgruntled, probably because he'd been on two feet unwillingly. "You're never going to get anywhere floundering around like that."

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	i_diedtwice 2009-04-01 01:07 am UTC (link)
	"I'm okay being wingless. This isn't one of those weird prophecy dreams, is it? Sent to warn me about lesbian bondage vampires and anti gravity demons?" Buffy pushed against the wall of classroom gently with her foot and floated slowly toward the talking raven. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	i_preen 2009-04-01 01:10 am UTC (link)
	"Try not to be any more blonde than you already are," the raven snapped at her. "What do I want with a Slayer's future?" It was, clearly, meant to be a rhetorical question. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	i_diedtwice 2009-04-01 01:15 am UTC (link)
	"Someone woke up on the wrong side of the nest. At least when you were human you were cute." Buffy twirled in the air in a cartwheel shape. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

i_preen
2009-04-01 01:22 am UTC (link)

The raven grumbled, an incoherent sound that was, perhaps, pleased. "Actually came to talk," he admitted, in his rocky voice. He lifted one wing and banked gracefully over her head. He was a large bird, considerably larger than any other raven that sat on the long phone lines and fence posts along North American roads; his dark feathers had an almost beautiful iridescence to them, and when he turned his head to stare down at her, the large button eye shone with intelligence. "Slayers are hard to scare, and I was wondering what you thought of this... City." He tipped his beak down and indicated the spread below them--the shifting landscape of The City itself.

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i_diedtwice
2009-04-06 08:47 pm UTC (link)

"I'm not afraid if that's what you're asking. Am I supposed to be? I feel like my wings have been clipped, like I'm supposed to be doing more than just reacting to the obstacle of the month like grrr, ahhh," Buffy spoke with clawed mutant hand gestures. Looking back at the large black bird and realized that wing analogy might have been inappropriate. "Metaphorical wings. No real wing clipping going on. ...Did I mention you were attractive as a dude?"

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i_preen
2009-04-06 10:32 pm UTC (link)

The raven listened without interrupting, turning to pick up a thermal that lifted him up over her head. He folded his wings and dropped down like a bullet through the air in front of her face. The black silhouette opened up beneath her again, and his grating voice floated up to her on the warm breeze. "That's not who I am anymore." The silhouette flickered, perhaps so far below her that the winged man and the bird were the same.

"Meant for something more, then? How much more can you do, Slayer? How many apocalypses have you averted so far?" His voice had a touch of the sardonic to it.

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i_diedtwice
2009-04-21 02:16 am UTC (link)

"As many as I've had to." Buffy shrugged. Not one to stay on a serious note for long, Buffy turned back to a subject she was well versed in: silly girl babble.

"So when you say that's not who you are anymore is it like a reverse Frog Prince thing? Or is it more of a you were just born that way? I mean, I'm not judging here. I'm sure there are support groups. Some people were just born to become talking animals. It's a noble profession I'm sur--"

Buffy woke up.

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