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Sep. 7th, 2013 11:56 amAfter destroying magic as we know it and losing her father figure as well as her sense of purpose in life, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, savoir of the world and leader of the Slayers, retired to become a coffee shop waitress and live on her sister's couch.
Yes, that would be her little sister.
The one who is shacking up with one of Buffy's best friends who used to babysit for her.
She knows, you are all incredibly jealous and completely want her life. But! Aside from the caveats above, life isn't all that terrible. She has a job, she still patrols, and she is obsessively searching for an apartment of her very own. While it's not burdened with glorious purpose - or complete with a castle all her own - it's still a life. It's as close to normal as she's ever had since she was fifteen. It's pretty much all she's ever wanted - sans, of course, being happily married to Christian Slater, but all good things do come with time.
(So why does she feel like it's not enough?)
The situation she's currently in, however, is not her usual situation on patrol. Vampires, the occasional demon, sure. But strange silver-y looking robot people? So not usual fare for San Francisco. There aren't a lot of them, maybe two or three, but they seem to be hauling people off to be "upgraded," whatever that means. She's been following this particular batch to see where they're hauling people off to - one clever and witty rescue, coming up - but what she doesn't expect is one of the big clunky things to get the drop on her before she can get close enough to see what was going on. She is now surrounded on three sides.
"You physiology is compatible. You will be upgraded."
"Hate to break it to you, boys," she says, one hand forming into a fist in her glove, "but I already have been." With that, she swings to the one on her right, landing a hard left to what would be the jaw, which a) hurt and b) doesn't seem to phase him much. In fact, it only seems to make him mad.
"Upgrade or be deleted." As he speaks he raises what looks like some kind of arm canon in her direction. She quickly darts to the side before he can fire, ducking and rolling to get out of the way and watching as the trash can he does happen to hit gets disintegrated in a shower of blue-green light.
That is not good.
"Uh-oh."
Yes, that would be her little sister.
The one who is shacking up with one of Buffy's best friends who used to babysit for her.
She knows, you are all incredibly jealous and completely want her life. But! Aside from the caveats above, life isn't all that terrible. She has a job, she still patrols, and she is obsessively searching for an apartment of her very own. While it's not burdened with glorious purpose - or complete with a castle all her own - it's still a life. It's as close to normal as she's ever had since she was fifteen. It's pretty much all she's ever wanted - sans, of course, being happily married to Christian Slater, but all good things do come with time.
(So why does she feel like it's not enough?)
The situation she's currently in, however, is not her usual situation on patrol. Vampires, the occasional demon, sure. But strange silver-y looking robot people? So not usual fare for San Francisco. There aren't a lot of them, maybe two or three, but they seem to be hauling people off to be "upgraded," whatever that means. She's been following this particular batch to see where they're hauling people off to - one clever and witty rescue, coming up - but what she doesn't expect is one of the big clunky things to get the drop on her before she can get close enough to see what was going on. She is now surrounded on three sides.
"You physiology is compatible. You will be upgraded."
"Hate to break it to you, boys," she says, one hand forming into a fist in her glove, "but I already have been." With that, she swings to the one on her right, landing a hard left to what would be the jaw, which a) hurt and b) doesn't seem to phase him much. In fact, it only seems to make him mad.
"Upgrade or be deleted." As he speaks he raises what looks like some kind of arm canon in her direction. She quickly darts to the side before he can fire, ducking and rolling to get out of the way and watching as the trash can he does happen to hit gets disintegrated in a shower of blue-green light.
That is not good.
"Uh-oh."
