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.

Comments

[all7seas]

He might. He might remember that.

"Zombies, perhaps? Pirates for certain. In Tortuga, nearly everything's dangerous, even the smallest serving-wench. It'd be difficult to suss out what's put in there to harm us and what's just enjoying a Saturday evening."

[herotypical]

"A challenge," she identified the proposal. "...I'm good for that. When the time comes."

[all7seas]

"We've got...time. We've time ahead of us for it." There was an extra squeeze at those words; they both knew the truth, now, but Jack wasn't about to relinquish the idea that they still had time together. He was greedy for it and protective of it and adored it, all at once.

[herotypical]

"I'd need time to rustle up something appropriately costumey, anyway."

And an extra squeeze back. They must've made quite the sight -- frozen together only a handful of strides from the library. Middle of the path.

[all7seas]

Leather dress, he breathed against her ear. Then Jack kissed her temple and tugged on her hand. He wanted to get her home, now, but for entirely different reasons than before.

[herotypical]

She would scold him for never giving that up except...except that might be one of those lovable virtues that she would name should she ever be pressed on pain of death to name any of them. Buffy held back just long enough to pick up the scythe and then she was walking with him. An improvement over the earlier walk on her lonesome.

"Can I wear an eyepatch?"

[all7seas]

"Aye. A red one, to match your lovely wings. Perhaps I'll make it more fun and dress as a red-coated marine----we'd have a lovely brawl on our hands in the tavern then, wouldn't we?"

[herotypical]

"...Would we?"

Because she had no sweet clue of why that would make it more fun.

[all7seas]

How to explain?

Hmmm.

"Picture yourself, Buffy, wandering into a vampire party. How would they react?"

<_<

[herotypical]

"Depends. Do these vampire partiers know I'm the Slayer or do they just think I'm the vamp equivalent of a delivery pizza?"

[all7seas]

"They know you're the Slayer, aye, and they were just about to have a bit of fun. Now: what happens next, hm?"


Probably---probably----this parallel was not going to work so well.

[herotypical]

"If there's less than six of them, they're dust in the first five minutes. A bit longer for more. Oh! Wait..is it daytime? Can I knock a window out and fry them?"

Y-yeah. This parallel fell apart, somewhere.

[all7seas]

"......Right. The pirates, darling, would go for the redcoat's throat as they hate the sight of a lawman stumbling into their jollifications. Therefore, were I to dress as a marine, the difficulty level of our date would shoot into the stratosphere, which means that I will in fact be dressing as Captain Jack Sparrow and no one else."

[herotypical]

"...A red coat sounds cute, though. Can I have the red coat?"

Because little miss fashionista over here was simply envisioning a fine red leather jacket.

[all7seas]

"Buffy? I think you already ARE a redcoat, technically, actually. Your best chance, Buffy, is to dress.....as a wench."

[herotypical]

Now she stepped rather quickly back and frowned at the pirate.

"You're playing me."

[all7seas]

"No. Me? Not playing you. Not playing you at all."

[herotypical]

"...Can't I get some daringly dressed-like-a-man-but-secretly-a-woman-shirt-and-leather-pants kind of costume? Y'know, something that doesn't involve the W word?"

[all7seas]

"You...want to dress as a man for our date, Annie?"

So. Sad. SO. Sad.

[herotypical]

A particularly cheeky grin.

"It's not like I'd look aol different from the jeans and t-shirt combo I am rocking right now, you know." Except I'd need your hat."

[all7seas]

"But you could be wearing a lovely wenchly gown...but it could be CLEAN, eh? And not all spilled over with ale. And it could lace up in the back, like."

[herotypical]

"...Do you realize how tough those things are to fight in? I so do not envy the Slayers of the past."

[all7seas]

"Well I could do the fighting, couldn't I? And you could relax and enjoy yourself for once."

This? An unprecedented offer, Buffy.

[herotypical]

"...Hmm." Her knee-jerk refusal melted into fair consideration. It wasn't as though it would be a real fight. Fake enemies, no real injuries. It had been part of why she had tossed that vamp his way in the first place.

Buffy watched him carefully. "I'm not sure sitting back and watching you fight counts as relaxing but -- but it's just about the only thing that comes close, in that building."

[all7seas]

"You could dress like a lady pirate, if you like, instead of a little wench. Not like a man-pirate; there's lady pirates who dress very nice indeed."

Angelica, for one; she knew how to dress like a pirate and still look feminine. The large, feathered hat helped to that end, likely.