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taxonomites2012-04-20 01:14 pm
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[Location: Wilde] | Hey Monkey, where you Been?
Finally.
FINALLY.
Now here's something that she could do, that she was useful for. She's good at the Rescuing and Saving business, so the faster she gets there, the faster...
Something snags in her hair, tugging a bit before letting go. Like a tree branch? Buffy brushes at her hair, but there's nothing there.
There's a whoosh, and a screech, and this time claws snag and tug harder before letting go again.
"What the..." Buffy looks up to see a winged form flapping away, drawing away a distance before wheeling around for another pass.
[ooc: this is initially for Mick and Buffy to have a Moment together, in which Our Heroine Discovers That Not All Is As It Seems, and Falls Back on her Usual Plan of 'sticking a stake in problems'.]
FINALLY.
Now here's something that she could do, that she was useful for. She's good at the Rescuing and Saving business, so the faster she gets there, the faster...
Something snags in her hair, tugging a bit before letting go. Like a tree branch? Buffy brushes at her hair, but there's nothing there.
There's a whoosh, and a screech, and this time claws snag and tug harder before letting go again.
"What the..." Buffy looks up to see a winged form flapping away, drawing away a distance before wheeling around for another pass.
[ooc: this is initially for Mick and Buffy to have a Moment together, in which Our Heroine Discovers That Not All Is As It Seems, and Falls Back on her Usual Plan of 'sticking a stake in problems'.]
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It shouldn't be so hard to tell the difference. Certainly not when a girl's involved. Especially not when you get a chance to step in and help her out.
Thing is, going into any given situation, you can't really tell which side you're on until you're already in the thick of it. And if both of you think you're doing the right thing, there's no telling where you'll end up.
It seems to Mick like the past few months had been like one big mass of good and bad taking the shape of a not entirely appealing Rubik's cube. He likes a challenge, always has, and he's always had a tendency to throw himself into things - but even he's got to admit he has limits.
The past week or so of continually weird things happening definitely makes the cut as far as his limits go. Flying monkeys with actual wings (unlike flying snakes or squirrels who make do with skin flaps, and why even jump on this train of thought?) and fangs and claws and it just...
No. No, no, no. He considers himself a humanitarian of sorts, and he'd never willingly hurt an innocent creature, but he considered the cop's message a carte blanche of sorts.
Watching one of the bat monkeys swoop down over a familiar face, well, that's another thing that makes the cut as far as limits go.
"Hey! Hey you!"
Cursing to himself, he sets off at a dead run, literally baring his fangs at the thing to show he means business. Leave the girl alone, and so on and so forth.
[location]
Wait. Was that a flying monkey? She'd seen a lot of weird things here, but so fair this was hitting the top of the list.
And then it was on her again, scratching and screeching in her face and oh god the breath was just noxious.
It's all she can do to wrestle the stake out of her pocket while flailing (rather ineffectually) with the unoccupied hand.
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And from the left, a charging, white faced ghoul with purple bruises around his too pale eyes and similarly sharp teeth bared in an unattractive sneer.
The monkey hisses. Mick roars.
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Even with the the claws scrabbling at her, tearing clothing, Buffy grabs and throws, tossing it away from her long enough to rebound with the stake, driving it into the chest of the ghoul charging from the other side.
That should take care of that, and leave her without the distraction and able to focus on the main threat.
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He doesn't notice that it's an actual stake in her hand before it's lodged in his chest (in his heart, to be even more precise), and when that realization strikes it comes with a tag-along called Hindsight.
Hindsight, as it turns out, hurts like a bitch.
Or maybe that's just the wooden stake.
Mick falls backwards to the ground as numbness takes over his limbs, as the pain very literally paralyzes him from top to bottom, rendering him with arms and legs stiff as a statue. His features frozen in a grimace of pain and milky white eyes staring up at the sky unseeing.
"...hhhhh..."
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fwoooosh And then she's turning back to face the flying monkey, and watches as it flies away, taking a somewhat wobbly path after having landed with force against a tree trunk.
Buffy nods once, with some satisfaction, as it disappears over the treeline. A job well done, and it's time to collect her weapon.
The stake, which SHOULD be cradled on a pile of vampire ash, but is instead still sticking out of the chest of that guy. And there hadn't actually BEEN that sound at all, just a thump and a groan.
That guy, who isn't disintegrating at all and who seems, as Buffy gingerly steps closer, to be making noises like maybe he's just plain DYING.
Dying like an ordinary human.
She's on her knees next to him before she even realizes she's moved at all, pulling the stake out as quickly as she can (though a second later Buffy's vaguely remembering Giles telling her not to pull out things like this because it might cause the person to bleed out, argh).
A quick pulse check (nothing?), and Buffy is working on finding a big enough piece of her shirt to tear off completely (thanks to the monkey for starting the job) and block off the stake-sized hole in this guy's torso.
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He draws a rattling, wheezing breath that ends in a coughing fit. His face shifts back to his old one (normal, usual, human) and every last bone in his body turns to mush. No more pain, all of it replaced by total, utter relief.
Aside from the coughing and wheezing, of course. "...ooowwhy'dyadothatfor?"
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"The poofing... where's the poofing? I don't even... what the heck are you?!" There's a bit of panic in her voice as she's scrambling back from him, her heel skidding and catching him in the side.
"You! With the teeth and the rawr and, and..." It's not often that this happens, but Buffy appears to be utterly confused.
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"I'm not a magician! And since when--?" He groans, pressing a hand to his chest, feeling the skin and muscle knitting itself together at a million miles an hour.
Right. "...I never told you, did I?" He shrugs. Dictionary, 'Sheepish', his picture.
"I... I'm a vampire. Sorry."
Nope. It really doesn't get any easier with practice.
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"No, you kinda left that out of the conversation. Not that it's an easy thing to say... hey, how ya doin', things are great here, oh by the way I'm a bloodsucking monster."
Monster may have been too harsh a word, but too late now.
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It still stings to hear it.
"Well, it's not the word I'd use." He tries for a smile and sort of makes it. "Doesn't really make for nice conversation, right? I've, you know, I've actually been telling everyone new since--"
He's just gonna go all in with this and risk another swipe from Ms Stabby McStabber, here. "Since I very nearly went into a blood frenzy last October and told everyone how to kill me if they had to. Turns out hatched blood doesn't really do the trick."
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"Well, since we're turning this into Sharing Hour, I feel like I should tell you that this whole vampire thing is my job. Slaying them, that is."
She tries for a return smile, and makes it a bit more than him, but not by much. Everything here seems a little tenuous, and trying to kill him seems to be enough damage for today.
"You're a bit different than my usual, though."
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It certainly explains why she's so calmly accepted his late, very late, abhorrently late introduction. Among other things.
Mick nods slowly. The skin itches where the stake was lodged just a minute ago, but he refrains from giving into the urge to scratch. He supposes there's worse ways to make introductions than 'lol almost killd you'.
Of course, there's better ways too. Which is why he holds out his hand, presents Buffy with a smile that comes more closely to his usual charming self, and goes with that train of thought.
"I'm Mick. Most recently from L.A. Former P.I. Vampire."
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As so far the only slaying she's attempted has been against imaginary vampires and, well, Mick.
She shakes his hand in return and smiles back.
"Thanks for your help on the flying monkey. Why do we have flying monkeys now?"