❖ 017 // [Voice]

[crisisrain]

[There's an old fart standing on the roof of house #12. How he got up there, or rather, when he got up there is a complete mystery he respawned there. In his hands he flips through the pages of the journal, looking for anything remotely interesting that he may have missed. After a while he speaks up.]

It's kinda windy today, don't ya think?

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Any reason is good enough! I'll have ta cook ya somethin' nice, I'm sure I could get it to yer house before it gets cold.

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[herotypical]

Is that a promise, Raven?

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Would this face lie?







Don't answer that.

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[herotypical]

How about...instead of answering? I'll pour you another glass.

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Works fer me hun. Long as I don't get wasted on my first night of bein' alive again.

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[herotypical]

I could always switch you over to orange juice.

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Think ya could spike it with a bit of vodka?

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[herotypical]

What was that about not getting wasted?

[She smiles, tipping a measure of vodka into the glass before filling the rest with orange juice.]

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[crisisrain]

Hey nothin' wrong with havin' a nice drink or two!

[She has a point though, better make sure he doesn't drink anything else alcoholic tonight.]

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[herotypical]

Sorry to break the news to you, but there is definitely a little adage that says there can be too much of a good thing.

[She stirs the drink and tosses the swizzle stick aside to be washed. Buffy then slides it over to Raven.] One screwdriver, just for you.

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Then a certain little adage is out to ruin my fun!

[He looks at the drink she's poured for him.] That's not a screwdriver it's a dri... Geez, I'm slow today.

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[herotypical]

Takes a little while to get back on your mental feet. [She clucks, sympathetically.] But at least you know what a screwdriver is. The real, non-liquid type, I mean.

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Yeah, it looks like a hammer right? [Teasing? No, what gave you that idea :3]

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[herotypical]

More twist than smash.

[She smirks, leaning on the bar so as to cradle her chin in a palm.]

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[crisisrain]

[He mimicks her action, because he can.]

A screwdriver can stab, can't stab with a hammer.

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[herotypical]

But you can crack skulls. [She offers, just a touch too easily.] I mean...sure, stabby's good.

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Crackin' skulls gets messy though. I'm more a hit and run guy myself.

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[herotypical]

Cleanliness get a little low on the priority list when a fight gets down to the wire. [She offers, with a shrug.] But you've done a lot of hitting and running?

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I'm an archer! Hittin' and running is what we do best!

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[herotypical]

[Well, that's interesting.]

Oh! What kind of bow? I'm keen on a crossbow, myself. Pack s a quick, no-fuss punch. [Well, no fuss when single use.]

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[crisisrain]

It's a very special kinda bow! From a distance it works just like a long bow, but up close, well... that's when a little flick of the wrist turns it into a katar.

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[herotypical]

Katar? [She starts off confused, then forms a loose fist--miming a blade off the flat of her knuckles.] Punching sword, right?

[Ten years of tutelage under Giles comes with its perks.]

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[crisisrain]

That sums it up well enough.

[He keeps his weapon on him, so he pulls it out from underneath his coat showing it to her. No better explaination than seeing it in person!]

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[herotypical]

[She examines, leaning forward to look over the weapon.]

How is it for decapitating? [She wondered aloud, reaching out a hesitating hand to the flat of the blade.] The undead, I mean. Decapitating the undead. Not...people. I don't decapitate people.

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[crisisrain]

I've never used it for stabbin' myself, that's what my dagger is for. It works much better at slashin' things, so yeah, decapitation wouldn't prove difficult unless they had a steel neck or something.

[He his wrist, turning it back into a long bow. It'd be a lie to say it doesn't entertain him to do that.]