(third stake) video ✧ unseelie only

[herotypical]

[ bless her, she comes from a time before the selfie was adequately popularized. and yet buffy summers seems to have an instinctive knack for propped her locket up on her palm and holding it just so -- capturing her own ennui-stamped face in one corner and (over her shoulder) introducing the world to pretty little winter-blanketed river scene. one might assume she's in the vicinity of land carved out for his baronliness archer's spire and forts. hah. spire and forts. hello, innuendo.

anyway. she exhales with a puff of her cheeks and stares down the locket. you'd almost think there was no war at all by how little attention she pays it. purposefully, buffy seems to be ignoring the court drama as best she can. running away -- sour, perhaps, for a number of reasons. ] Some of you might've met-chatted-made-buddies with a girl named Dawn. She's gone. Sorry about that. [ and presumably that's why buffy looks like she's been mainlining angst straight into her veins.

otherwise: ] I need hammers. And...probably nails. Power drills will also be appreciated but I hear that might be a bit of a pipe-dream. We could also probably use pipes. I think.

See. This is why you gotta hate a war economy.

Oh! Those really really really big iron bar things. You know, the ones with the thin middles and the wide edges. The ones that co-star in all the wacky old school cool photoshoots hanging over city skylines...

[ but at least she's still bothering to help build unseelie fortifications. she's not ready to sally forth and kill, yet.

buffy's rambling. she tries to stop. except-- ] Wait! A few more things. Which one of you mooks is Professor Spaniard? The rest of you...I dunno -- be careful out there.
[ she went there. ]

Comments

[herotypical]

Did you take his lunch money, too?

[tacticalturtleneck]

I took his locket. Because it technically belongs to Unseelie.

[herotypical]

Wait -- seriously? The guy had one of ours?

[tacticalturtleneck]

He was a traitor. Apparently, that actually happens.

[herotypical]

Of course it happens. You're a spy, right? Shouldn't you know these things?

[ someone's always betraying someone. ]

[tacticalturtleneck]

I try to repress those memories, thank you!!

[He said it wasn't his real name ;A;]

[herotypical]

Has anyone ever told you that you don't exactly...inspire a great deal of confidence? Y'know -- as a commander or. Well. Otherwise.

[tacticalturtleneck]

Has any ever told you that I don't care? Because I don't, if you didn't take the hint!

Besides, Professor Spaniard, in his amazing opinion, says this place needs more people like me.

[herotypical]

Ah. Professor Spaniard.

He and I had a lovely little chat. You know -- he's not even Spanish. Not even Portuguese.

[tacticalturtleneck]

Shut up, Buffy!

[herotypical]

Asshole.

[ what a productive work environment. ]

[tacticalturtleneck]

You're like that one teacher who tells her kids that Santa doesn't exist! Do you even have a heart in there or did all that stake work take its toll?

[herotypical]

I believed you.

[ guess what she's never going to do again. ] On the flip-side, I think he might actually at least be a professor. Maybe.

[tacticalturtleneck]

I believed him! My heart is in pieces right now. This is probably...the fourth saddest thing ever.

[herotypical]

[ she is so gonna regret this, but: ]

-- What takes the bronze?

[tacticalturtleneck]

When I heard Lana started dating Cyril again.

[herotypical]

Who are they supposed to be? [ wait let her guess. ] The romantic leads in your favourite prime time drama?

[ because dude it's okay she sometimes still gets choked up over dawson. ]

[tacticalturtleneck]

Wait, no, that's actually hilarious. It was Lana not getting laid in over two years.

Which, by the way, they're co-workers.

[herotypical]

-- Two years isn't so unreasonable.

[ look she's sensitive about this okay. it's very nearly gonna be two years for her, soon. ] But hey. Office romances. I'm sure that ended...splendidly.

[ not. ] What's in the second slot?

[tacticalturtleneck]

Pam told me story about a little girl who drowned while trying to save her puppy who fell into a river....

[herotypical]

[ no words. none. just this face. for like -- twenty whole seconds. staring at you. ]

[tacticalturtleneck]

Before you ask....the puppy drowned too.

[SNIFFING AND WIPING AN EYE.]

[herotypical]

Jeeze. Archer. God. I don't even think I can handle asking about the number one trauma, now.

[tacticalturtleneck]

That was number one!

[herotypical]

But I asked for --

Alright. Just trash all semblance of order. Whatever. You're the Baron, I guess.

[ huff. ]