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I'm kinda starting to think that the whole world's turned into a big old B-Grade horror movie.

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It doesn’t take much time for Buffy to settle in; There’s good guys and bad guys everywhere, and this is just another hell mouth -without the super-gross super-vamps underneath (she hopes). Before long, she’s got her own tent, and most of the guys (and girls) have started saying “Hey Buffy,” instead of various pick up lines.

All in all, the whole operation’s going pretty well.

Although, she can’t help but be curious, because hardly anyone here is who they seem to be. And even though it makes her more than a little frustrated, she’s learned that the only way you can get anywhere is basically by using your ‘body language’ (yes, she thinks to herself dryly, the quotation marks were needed). Unfortunately, that’s not really her game -she’d rather spend a couple of hours sparring than swooning -and the fact that her ‘ex’ is here isn’t helping at all.

“You know what?” Buffy looks at the make-do boxing dummy she’s set up in the corner of her tent, “I think I might like you more than anyone I’ve met here.”

She swings her arm back, before letting it fly. It hits the straw packed cloth with a small thumph sound and she readies herself again. “At least you don’t think I’m just a pretty face.”

Her fist hits the dummy again, causing it to rock back.

“You don’t, right?”

And she’s talking to a punching bag. Obviously this place is making her go crazy.

Well, it’s kinda true.

But I guarantee my class helps you fight more.

(Source: wolfclawed)

Do you like my gun?

It’s big, and shooty.

This is the third message I’ve gotten. Are you really that desperate?

welcome-to-sunnydale:

“You’re just a girl…”

wickedwitchfayec:

That’s a shame for her, but I’m fine, really. My magic isn’t going to run out, it’s not that kind of magic.

I see.

Well, i’ll still be here if you change your mind! {Not that they’re paying me well or anything. [rolls eyes]}

wickedwitchfayec:

Yeah, I don’t really need that.

I have a friend who’s a witch.

Still trips over her own shoelaces.

[Buffy shrugs].

Believe me, one day the well’ll run dry.

And it’d probably be good to know some punch and kick in case that ever happens, right?

wickedwitchfayec:

What kind of class?

Self defense.

wickedwitchfayec:

You should join my class.