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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 2009-04-01 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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