[Location: Wilde] | Hey Monkey, where you Been?

[buffy_slayer]

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'.]

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[buffy_slayer]

The shout registers just barely, a vaguely familiar voice, so Buffy concentrates more on fending off the...

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.

[ownlittleprison]

The monkey, bat, thing bares its teeth, screeching loud in the relative silence of the usually calm neighbourhood. Its lower jaw juts out, the teeth glinting sinister and bone white as the leathery lips pull back into an ugly sneer. The claws on its grabby feet dig into fabric, tearing too close to skin--

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.

[buffy_slayer]

This is a little unfair, creatures coming at her from both sides. Buffy can't help but respond with a snarl of her own as she finally get a hold of the flying monkey thing, hand hooking onto its neck.

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.

[ownlittleprison]

It's Mick's own fault for being just a touch stuck in the era when he was sired - when women were expected to be all woman and all dolled up, returning to the home and hearth after picking up where the men left off to fight a war across the big pond - his own damn fault for not expecting Buffy to be more than capable of fending for herself against a monster monkey from a faraway fantasy land.

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..."

[buffy_slayer]

Buffy is so used to the sound of a vampire dissolving into dust that it's almost like her brain momentarily fills in the sound for her.

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.

[ownlittleprison]

'OhthankGODowowowowowowow' and a few variations on that theme is what makes up Mick's entire world as the blonde cutie comes into view. Then it switches to a few abortive attempts at wheezing out a request to please for the love of all that is holy (including him, ha hah, gallows' humor) to please take it out. But before he gets the chance to properly enunciate anything to that effect, it's out and Buffy's fingers are on his pulse point and it's only after the touch is gone that his heart kicks back into gear.

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?"

[buffy_slayer]

Really, having the guy you thought was dead turn back into a living, breathing pretty-hot (familiar) guy should be considered a check in the plus column of Slaying.

"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.

[ownlittleprison]

"Poof?" Mick echoes back, not sure he's hearing her right. Rolling onto his side (which is, in effect, a lot more like sprawling ineffectually for a moment) once his limbs start obeying him again, he gives her a glare that walks the fine line between incredulous and petulant.

"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.

[buffy_slayer]

Buffy sits abruptly, feet splayed out in front of her. That might be a momentary look of disappointment on her face, but it's quickly replaced by something closer to amusement.

"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.

[ownlittleprison]

Oh, it's harsh. Much, much too harsh, but also true, so Mick can't really fault her for voicing that opinion. It's one he shares with her, though he'd like to think he's removed himself at least a ways from that label.

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."

[buffy_slayer]

No swiping appears to be forthcoming, and Buffy's making sure he notices that the stake is getting put back in her pocket, out of immediate reach.

"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."

[ownlittleprison]

A vampire slayer. A real, modern day vampire slayer, in the flesh...

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."

[buffy_slayer]

"Hi there, Mick. I can't remember if I told you before, but I'm Buffy, most recently from Las Vegas. And you know what I do... did. What I did."

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?"