Buffy Summers wasn't exactly used to magically ending up in places she hadn't planned or intended to be, but it sure wasn't the first time it had happened. One second she was in the castle in Scotland and the next... definitely not a castle, and definitely not Scotland. Her hands out at her sides in a defensive gesture, she stared at the people milling about the street around her, going about their days as if it wasn't at all unusual for a short blonde woman in jeans and a cute tanktop to randomly appear out of nowhere.
Maybe it wasn't. Wouldn't that be fun.
Her expression turned angry and pretty darn scary for someone who looked like they could be blown over by a stiff wind. "Okay, who did that?"
02. Demonic Presences
Demons. First she got kidnapped to whatever crazy place this was with its weird housing situation and kidnapping, but then there had to be demons on top of that. And not the nice kind of demons like Clem who might look a little questionable but wouldn't hurt a kitten except to eat it. No, she had to get stuck with the demons who messed with lighting and scared people and were just generally not of the good.
Sighing loudly and perhaps a little overdramatically, Buffy rolled her head from one side to the other to stretch out her neck and stood from her little table outside the restaurant where she'd been hoping to have her dinner. "Okay, fine. I'm hungry and I'm cranky and this is not going to end well for you. So if we're gonna do this, let's do it already!"
03. Party Hard
Buffy had heard about this Emperor, hints of secrets and pointed looks from her fellow kidnappees that had her even more highly suspicious of this 'party' everyone and their brother seemed to have been invited to. But she'd never exactly been one to pass up the opportunity to get dressed up and do some light reconnaissance. Maybe she'd get lucky and someone would end up deserving a good old-fashioned Slayer ass-kicking.
Her dress was a sleeveless dark blue with a long flowing skirt that would facilitate said ass-kicking should the opportunity present itself. She felt a little naked without her weapons, but no one had ever said Buffy Summers wasn't resourceful. Once she'd slipped through the throng of people and grabbed a tall glass of something that would only be sipped (even though it tasted delicious), she took up a spot along a wall and started her people watching.
Buffy Summers | BtVS | Season 8
Buffy Summers wasn't exactly used to magically ending up in places she hadn't planned or intended to be, but it sure wasn't the first time it had happened. One second she was in the castle in Scotland and the next... definitely not a castle, and definitely not Scotland. Her hands out at her sides in a defensive gesture, she stared at the people milling about the street around her, going about their days as if it wasn't at all unusual for a short blonde woman in jeans and a cute tanktop to randomly appear out of nowhere.
Maybe it wasn't. Wouldn't that be fun.
Her expression turned angry and pretty darn scary for someone who looked like they could be blown over by a stiff wind. "Okay, who did that?"
02. Demonic Presences
Demons. First she got kidnapped to whatever crazy place this was with its weird housing situation and kidnapping, but then there had to be demons on top of that. And not the nice kind of demons like Clem who might look a little questionable but wouldn't hurt a kitten except to eat it. No, she had to get stuck with the demons who messed with lighting and scared people and were just generally not of the good.
Sighing loudly and perhaps a little overdramatically, Buffy rolled her head from one side to the other to stretch out her neck and stood from her little table outside the restaurant where she'd been hoping to have her dinner. "Okay, fine. I'm hungry and I'm cranky and this is not going to end well for you. So if we're gonna do this, let's do it already!"
03. Party Hard
Buffy had heard about this Emperor, hints of secrets and pointed looks from her fellow kidnappees that had her even more highly suspicious of this 'party' everyone and their brother seemed to have been invited to. But she'd never exactly been one to pass up the opportunity to get dressed up and do some light reconnaissance. Maybe she'd get lucky and someone would end up deserving a good old-fashioned Slayer ass-kicking.
Her dress was a sleeveless dark blue with a long flowing skirt that would facilitate said ass-kicking should the opportunity present itself. She felt a little naked without her weapons, but no one had ever said Buffy Summers wasn't resourceful. Once she'd slipped through the throng of people and grabbed a tall glass of something that would only be sipped (even though it tasted delicious), she took up a spot along a wall and started her people watching.