melt your silver down / kiss your lover's face / the sirens start to sound

[herotypical]

Who: [Bad username or site: lists_to_port title= @ livejournal.com] & [Bad username or site: slaying title= @ livejournal.com]
What: a battle dome date
When: july 9th
Where: the battle dome
Summary: one part training exercise, two parts tourism
Rating: r -- for violence. and then who knows what. better to be safe than sorry idek?

Buffy Summers asked Jack Sparrow to meet her at the battle dome. It was a plan that had been discussed before the pirate had disappeared and now that he was back? Well -- she cared very little for dawdling. They had dawdled before but now was the time for seizing. She had yet to overcome the horror of waking up alone for yet another morning when she had expected to be the furthest thing from it.

People change. And Buffy mused quietly upon the changes to be found in Jack as she waited just outside the dome's entrance. She had a bag-o-weapons at her feet and a plastic bottle filled with some sort of over-sugared juice in her hand.

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[herotypical]

The scythe glimmered in the head lamps. She held it firmly and felt the sweet build-up of pre-fight adrenaline. She knew that Jack dreaded the thirsty undead's cameo but Buffy would be forever lying if she tried to suggest that she wasn't just itching for someth ing a little more along these lines. And so Jack's call to war made her laugh -- good naturedly.

"Being the bait doesn't suit you, hon. But the attempt is appreciated."

There was a low growl from the far left. Bingo. Perhaps Jack's yelling had, indeed, done the trick.

[all7seas]

"Now. Defend me, slayer. Rescue me." And the pirate lay back on the hood of the car, arms folded behind his head---relaxed and clearly not fussed. At least on the outside.

[herotypical]

With a roll of her eyes, she turned away from the pirate. "Speed-demon, fresh, and lazy. Gee, don't I pick winners?"

But the source of the growl had resolved itself from the shadows and a tall, leather jacket clad vampire strolled into the light. Bumps out and fangs bared. Buffy dropped into an easy stance and was, for a moment, glad that Jack couldn't see her eager smile.

The sim-vamp did not speak. He simply lunged straight for the fight. It was a short one; the difficulty was down low and Buffy's expertise had always been high. A hard thud from the butt of the scythe and then she had the creature pinned beneath her foot. A swift staking and two more were approaching from twelve-o-clock.

[all7seas]

"You make it look like a dance, sweetness."

While the pirate spoke lightly, he was actually impressed by her style. This was the Slayer. She was cool, efficient, deadly. Oooor undeadly. Whatever. A smile of pride spread over his face as she turned toward the two newcomers.

[herotypical]

Sure. Maybe. If it was a dance where all the moves were hard and precise and unforgiving. She kicked high against the first newcomer's chest and arced wide with her scythe blade -- slicing mercilessly into the second's arm. And then she ducked and a punch sailed over her head. Normally, she might be taking many more hits than this but with the danger dialed so low? She was untouchable.

Buffy twisted and tripped up one vamp as she staked the other. Dust -- fine and bright in the car light. She wrestled momentarily with the first vampire before noticing another member of the pack approaching from the rear of the car.

Jack. With only a little more urgency, she shoved her opponent aside in favour of slipping one of those pocketed stakes into her hand. She threw it with devilish aim and it buried itself deep in the approaching vampire. No wonder she was so good at darts.

[all7seas]

"And me here so helpless," he continued. "Me lying on this car as the devils come 'round. I wonder if cars can be used to slay vampires. Just run 'em down, eh?"

He raised one lazy arm and swooshed it through the air dramatically.

"And she has saved me. I'm a lucky pirate to have her, really."

[herotypical]

"Won't help. They'll just get up again. Heck -- I've been hit by them and I just get up again."

And mid-sentence, she decapitated the last vampire -- the one she had rebuffed but hadn't dusted -- with the business end of her scythe. The dust settled on her shoulders and she brushed it off. Listened. It was rare to come across a roaming gang larger than that, anyway.

[all7seas]

Jack was still reclining on the hood of his car.

"That is a very sad thought indeed, you bein' hit by one of these machines. Horrid, really. What, no more?"

[herotypical]

She grabbed onto his foot, tugging him forward.

"They're not the most social creatures. Vamp-gangs aren't as common as you'd think. Besides? There'd always be more in the graveyards. Which is why we're going to avoid them."

[all7seas]

He slid down and landed on his feet, still leaning against the machine that he decided he liked very much indeed.

"And you've barely broken a sweat!"

[herotypical]

"...This is like cheating. Those ones weren't half as strong and fast as they're meant to be." And yet her cheeks still had a happy flush to them. Real or not, it was hard to beat a good dusting.

[all7seas]

"But you're happy," he remarked softly, reaching out to brush his fingers against her cheek. "Also? You know how to show a pirate a good time, Annie."

[herotypical]

"...So I have a lot of excess feelings to work off. That's all."

Things to hit and smash and cut also helped in Dawn's absence. She reached up to touch his wrist and felt a creeping self-consciousness. "But I promise the time gets even gooder."

[all7seas]

Sparrow waggled his eyebrows suggestively and jerked his head in the general direction of the back seat of the car. Yes?

[herotypical]

"Not those kinds of feelings, Romeo. Besides -- don't you think it's a little...y'know? Not the right place for what your eyebrows are currently suggesting?"

[all7seas]

"There's such a thing as a wrong place?"

Just drag him off, Buffy. Arguing is useless.

[herotypical]

"When that place is the place where everyone comes to train and I'm pretty sure the doors don't lock and did you know that there are actually viewing windows up above for people to play spectator? Wrong. Place."

She began to walk.

[all7seas]

"OH. Right. Battle Dome." He looked regretfully at the car before following her. "Viewing Windows were not a very brilliant idea in this place, were they? How are people meant to get their privacy?"

[herotypical]

"...I'm kinda guessing that your average person doesn't use the place for dating."

Fine, fine. They could go visit the car again later. Or possibly a different car. Somewhere with fewer buildings to run into.

[all7seas]

"This town is ever so much more bigger than those where I'm from." He stared off down a sidestreet running perpendicular to the one they were on. "But not so boxed in as London is."

[herotypical]

"And this is pretty small compared to LA. They've got skyscrapers, there."

The street-lamps bathed everything in a yellowish glow as the town centre gave way to more residential housing.

[all7seas]

"Skyscrapers?" A questioning tone, but Jack wasn't too interested at the moment in an explanation. He was too busy staring at those street lamps. "But no one's lit them! Oh. 'Lectricity..."

[herotypical]

"Buildings," was the only explanation she gave. "And welcome to the century of modcons. I know we've been plugged into the grid in Luceti for as long as you've been there, but it's nothing like here. There are power lines and phone lines and cable lines and internet lines. I don't even know the first thing about how it all works. But it works."

[all7seas]

"All mysteries solved in this place, eh?

...Do you have any maps at your house, Buffy?" Because now he very much wanted to see how far the edges of the map had been pushed.

[herotypical]

"Sure. I think there's an old atlas. Unless you mean of the town, in which case I've got the schematics for the sewer systems and most of the public buildings on file."

Willow, you magnificent hacker.