Draft Log #3: During v. 2.0

[lucetimods]

Who: Everyone on the draft
What: Day 3-5
When: August 27th-August 29th
Where: ONCE MORE INTO THE-- ...BEACH
Summary: Like it says above. The draftees reach the beach.
Rating: V FOR VIOLENT BEHAVIOUR!!


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[consultmybooks]

He's right.

[Folding his arms tightly across his chest, Giles starts walking along the route again. It's not something he denies, but the look on his face might suggest that the memory is hardly pleasant.]

Although the order was reversed. First hexing. Then biting.

[shadedsunlight]

[Ginia flips the motor back on and quietly putters alongside him, quiet for a bit. Does it change things? She hasn't figured that out yet. Self-preservation is a big thing and she won't put herself in danger, but Ginia also has a feeling there's a lot more to the story.]

/And will hexing and biting be something I need to worry about?/

[consultmybooks]

Hexing? No. It was a stupid little attempt at vengeance and it got out of control and you're nowhere near enough of an intolerable person for me to even consider it. Jack isn't intolerable enough for me to consider it again.

Biting...

[He's silent a while longer. When Giles speaks again, he's evidently choosing his words with care.]

...I'm not sure. It depends on the experiment.

[shadedsunlight]

[There's an odd sense of relief at both knowing she's likeable enough to not even be considered for a hexing and knowing and having another confirmation it was related to an experiment.

Still, the second leaves more thoughts to mull over.]

/Seems there's a lot left to the whims of the Malnosso. But I then take it you don't normally go around biting people./

[consultmybooks]

[Giles bares his teeth at Ginia, enough for her to see that they're very normal, very omnivorous teeth with canines that wouldn't trouble a tough steak.]

Normally? No.

Vampires, on the other hand, are rather known for it. And that is what I was, when that particular disaster occurred.

[shadedsunlight]

[Ginia leans in to look, unable to hid a small smile.]

/I think I remember you telling me you'd been turned into a vampire. Back in our first conversation./

[consultmybooks]

Y-Yes, um, well. [He's...not smiling.] Four years can dull plenty of horrors. Or two, if you're Jack Sparrow.

[shadedsunlight]

/I could try to imagine./

[Ginia stops her ATV and leans a little on the bars, looking over at him and trying to collect her thoughts.]

/I don't know. I'm probably based because I like you, but...I don't know. I suppose you can't make promises for the unpredictable./

[consultmybooks]

Carry a stake in your pocket, for one. And if we ever run into one another one night and I seem both rather callous and possessed of a newfound fascination with your jugular?

[He looks over at her, expression quite passive.]

Get away and call Buffy if you're feeling lucky. Aim for the heart if you aren't.

[shadedsunlight]

[It's not an idea Ginia likes at all, but she grins weakly at him, shoving all her feelings away behind a mask.]

/Would you prefer pine or oak?/

[consultmybooks]

[He laughs, at that - a sudden, startled, but genuine sound.]

You know how much force it takes to get past a rib cage.

Oak.

[shadedsunlight]

/I'll carve up something nice and pointy just for you./

[She sighs, her smile wavering for a moment before her marks returns.]

/You know I hope I never have to./

[consultmybooks]

...I know. [He smiles reassuringly, although his expression is sad and far away. Eventually, sticking his hands in his pockets, he starts walking again.]

...but I killed someone the last time this happened to me, Ginia. I nearly killed one or two more. And I won't blame you if you stop me.

[shadedsunlight]

[Ginia starts up the ATV again and slowly rolls alongside him, listening to him.]

/I'll do what I can. Though in turn...if I or Alice ever lose it for any reason...put me down before I hurt someone./

[consultmybooks]

We have very handy manacles reserved for that very purpose.

...that's where Buffy kept Willow and I, once she managed to catch us.

[shadedsunlight]

/...Oddly enough, that's good to know.

When this is all over, want to have dinner sometime?/

[consultmybooks]

When all of this is over? I would love to. It seems appropriate, now that we're finally all together again.

[shadedsunlight]

/It'd also be nice talking to you when one of us isn't injured or otherwise moody./

[consultmybooks]

...I haven't been moody lately, have I?

...and is anyone going to move past my last stay in the clinic any time soon?

[shadedsunlight]

/I wasn't talking about just you. I was moody the last times we talked and I imagine Alice might have been a handful.

Might I remind you I've so far seen you in the clinic, quickly patched you up during the Battledome malfunction, then later pulled you and Grune to the clinic?/

[consultmybooks]

Mind I remind you that nothing of the kind has had to happen since and, considering Grune and I were basically fighting a major deity, we got off quite lightly?

[shadedsunlight]

/Fair enough, and as we're at war right now, I'd rather not curse things.

But the point remains; dinner on a peaceful occasion where nothing bad is happening or has happened./

[consultmybooks]

That sounds lovely and I look forward to it.

[shadedsunlight]

/As do I.

I still need to get the three of you together for dinner too./

[consultmybooks]

...isn't that what we were discussing?

[Derp.]