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y'all know what this is for....

Who: EVERYONE
What: SHENANIGANS
When: ANY OLD TIME (between Jan 24 and Jan 30 anyhoot)
Where: EVERYWHERE
Summary: Everyone becomes that which they love, covet, adore, or otherwise desire, and it ends exceptionally well for every single person involved. Hooray!
Rating: Who even knows. Anywhere from G to R, I would suppose.

No cut for this -- this is a MASS INTERACTION POST for the You Are What You Love event! For those of you who don't want to have to post up actual entries in your characters' journals (though you are of course still free to do that), this is the place to be all week if you just want to toss out random shenanigans! (Or more serious shenanigans. Or whatever brand of shenanigans you prefer, really.) There's no real need to state your date/location in the subject line of your tag, but you may feel free to do so!

Please threadjack like bosses, and above all, have fun! ♥

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[ is it safer...playing few cards and being accused of having the iq of a whatever? maybe. but nina should note the palpable lack of fear on buffy's face. since the gun had been aimed, she has shown surprise and anger and confusion. but she hasn't been afraid. and it goes beyond the lack of permanent death in luceti. ]

I know why you're him. [ barely a whisper. thanks to her conversation with willow she figures she has this thing found out. she's counting on nina perhaps not having made that leap yet. jack's pointers pound through her brain. find out what they want. use it. ]

[There is a distinct pause here. She had her own assumptions. She had her own hypothesis. But Fergan. There's only so many things this could mean, and if there's a reason - as Buffy claims there is - then... no. No. The head lulls to the other side, and she smirks. She's bluffing, but she is an amazing actor. So enjoy the fearful crazy eyes, Buffy.

Nina is in a horrible mood]

I don't particularly care. [That comes out as a snarl, almost. Hearing that in his voice is strange. It's not as painful as hearing some other things though because the idea of him being so unrefined.]

So you just really, really hate mirrors.

[ translation: you cared enough to smash it. buffy chooses to walk a fine line between swift observation and careful snark. she figures the sympathy route won't work here. ]

No, I do hate being in this form. However, the why does not matter.

[...And now she makes a rookie mistake. it's born of being so uncomfortable. She goes for overkill. She decides to try if T5 is still working. focusing on a point at the end of Buffy's hair, she narrows her eyes and tries to light it on fire. A vein bulges in her head - his head - but otherwise there's no movement from her. Well aside from the fact screwing up a little with concentration.

And, success. A little bit of flame sprouts up there at the bottom of her locks]

[ what's that...smell? oh. god. her hair. buffy risks palm-burns to smother out the flame against her shoulder. ]

What the Hell? [ her eyes flick quickly from firefighting to watching nina. ]

[Was that funny?

It should be funny. But it wasn't. Nina grimaces. She meant for that to be humor, didn't she? She could have tested it elsewhere but... her mood just was too foul for that to mend it, right? Damn. That said, no verbal reply]

[ she took a step back. if she got close to the smashed mirror she might be able to grab a shard of glass. more efficient than a wooden stake. ]

Now I'm going to have to get a hair cut to even that out.

How unfortunate. [Flatly. Droll. ...His head shifts again]

I see you haven't changed.

What can I say? I'm the lucky one.

[ she was going to say something along the lines of maybe i like me too much but stopped herself. sparrow would disapprove. she is supposed to hold information like that close to her chest.

she rolls her shoulders back. false relaxation. ]

Lucky, sure. That's possible.

[Woman you are too obvious, you're forcing yourself. And you stopped short- you know the reason behind it, but you're not telling her? Unlikely. You're far more obvious than that, you simple, stupid, bumpkin]

It's a habit of mine.

[ even tones. god she just wants the gun out of her face. ]

You cannot make a habit of luck, Summers.

[That was snarled. She's angry okay :C]

And yet I do. Call me Paradox-Girl.

[ licking her lips. this was getting ridiculous. perhaps she should try to disarm him. her. whatever. ]

In that case, you will survive me pulling this trigger.

[And then, with that little quote as her only warning, she pulls the trigger. It's unlike her to give a warning like that, but she's angry enough that she's being theatrical. Sloppy]

[ the tip-off saves her. buffy ducks to the right and the bullet bites into her shoulder, taking a chunk with it. it lodges in the wall behind her but the blood has begun to freely flow. buffy expresses the pain with a tough, guttural grunt but focuses on the next move. she reaches for a large slice of broken mirror and it, too, digs into her skin. her palm also bleeds.

she tries to move fast and slip under nina's guard to check her against the opposite wall with her uninjured shoulder -- hoping to hold the mirror shard up against a throat that towers above her short stature. her breath is heavy.]

[Suffice to say, it works. the moment she fired, Nina noted how dumb that was, and she is pinned before she can get another clear shot. In lieu of shooting at Buffy again, she instead positions her arm in the midst of the check to reposition the arm with the gun.

This is not without flaw though, because indeed she is still pinned. And has the glass up towards her neck. However-

Namely, once pinned, the gun is resting with the barrel against the other woman's abdomen. unfortunately, with a slug-thrower like this, there's a distinct chance of misfire. Plus, if she kills Buffy right now (as this shot might do) that glass shard might well go into her next. Instead, she cocks the barrel down and goes for a nice, neigh-point-blank shot towards Buffy's knee.]

[ she feels the barrel being cocked against her stomach. a quick, sharp inhale matches the movement and braces her body tight against nina's stolen form. her elbows dig hard against the man's ribs. she tried to step backwards without letting go of her pin but...ah, fuck. the bullet tears through the right side of her knee. it doesn't hit bone but splits the flesh and rips denim.

all of buffy tightens up -- her fingers on the shard, the shard against nina's throat. but she'll have to break that threat. gritting her teeth, the slayer reaches for the hand holding the gun. she aims to grab the wrist and then slam down on the elbow with her opposite elbow. disarm. it'll free nina from the hold but perhaps she can remove the firearm from the equation and then get the hell out of dodge. ]

[See, this is what she was afraid of. Fergan's body is nowhere near strong enough to resist Buffy's freakish strength manhandling it. Resistance would result in breaking an arm, and the medical equipment here sucks. So as soon as it's grabbed, she releases the gun. She doesn't try to resist further either. Hatred burns in her - his - eyes, but she can't afford to resist more.

She'd die]

[ buffy cradles the gun -- it looks like she barely knows how to hold it. her shoulders and chest heave with frustration and anger and adrenaline. ] Get the hell out of here, Nina.

[ she shoves away from the man's body. put distance between them. leave the door open for her to leave.

maybe she should just turn the gun on her. end her problem. temporarily. but damn, buffy could get a bad case of hesitation at the most inappropriate times. ]

[She should, she really should leave, but Buffy relented. Buffy didn't kill her. she knew the other woman there would hesitate, but she can't help it. Her face remains stern for a moment before - in his voice - she begins to laugh. A nice, honest, cold laugh. IT sounds so weird coming from him, but oh well]

Take the out.

[ her shoulder and leg ache and the blood is spreading. she looks a mess. but her footing is solidifying. adrenaline drowns out the pain and she is plunged into the core of what being a slayer entails. juggernauting the hell out of a fight. ] Just because I don't like guns doesn't mean I won't stoop to using one. Now, scram.

Kill me then. I dare you.

[The words come out because she thinks. And she's smirking. Oh it probably looks so out of place on this body, but she takes a step forward towards Buffy. This body is so weak. Can you do it? Will you do it? She would. But will you, blondie?]

[ lesson number hundred and ten about buffy summers: she's not a willy nilly killer. not that she balks, but...] What difference would that even make? You'd just be back in a week.

Coward. [And at this, she does walk past, towards the door, to leave. You decide if you want to let that slide]

"It's called being the bigger woman," she hissed through clenched teeth. Damn those wounds were hurting.

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