(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

[impathy]

I have known a fair few, yes. I will keep him in mind. Caer Scima is a comfortable castle, but I do not love the decor and Treun is a terribly long distance away.

[herotypical]

The decor does royally suck, doesn't it?

[ her fort is gonna have a skylight. get in on this action while you still can, bro. ]

[impathy]

I do not place much trust in a place that is so shrouded in darkness that you cannot be certain if the place is filthy or merely shadowed. A bit of bloody sunlight would not be unwelcome.

[herotypical]

I think it's both: filthy and shadowed. [ ... ] Casa di Summers is gonna be nothing like that.

[impathy]

Is it now? Strange that Archer should name his spire after you.

[herotypical]

[ an unconcerned flutter of her fingers. ]

Oh. Not the Spire. He's probably gonna name it something unsufferable and...mannish. [ hmph! ] I'm talking about my place. A cute little gonna-be fort by the river.

[ so apparently that's her price. ]

[impathy]

Ah, your own little fort. I am sure he will visit you often so that you do not feel lonely in your Casa di Summers.

[He imitated the foreign words perfectly. But then, he'd always been good with words.]

[herotypical]

Ugh. I hope not. That's so not the point of the Casa.

[ this is her fortress of solitude. her hideaway. her run away from her problems and cry about the fact that dawn and willow and sure maybe even spike aren't here any longer place. ]

[impathy]

No? Then I suppose you mean to use it to defend the spire. A daunting task to be sure.

[And for a woman like this, even more so. The Baron must have been short on allies to give a command to this one.]

[herotypical]

It can't be that hard.

[impathy]

What manner of fortification will it possess? Does it have a vantage point? Can it be easily sieged? Does it have any natural defenses to guard it from one side or another? A fort may seem a fine thing, until you are trapped inside it with an army outside your door. Then you may simply wish you had never bothered at all.

[herotypical]

Well? There's...a river.

[ and that's about as descriptive as she's getting. ] Are you handy with this kinda thing?

[impathy]

I have done some reading. [... and more besides. But now that he's starting to settle in this world, it's perhaps wiser to not spill all like he did at the feast.]

[herotypical]

[ oh! then maybe she is the one more experienced. phew. ]

Reading? Like, in what? Siegers Monthly?

[impathy]

Something of that nature, yes. And more besides. I've had the example of my father as well. To hear it told, there is no finer battle commander than Tywin Lannister.

[Tyrion was even inclined to believe it, even with all the victories the North had gained. The man had a ruthless efficiency for war.]

[herotypical]

Freckles are hereditary. Double-jointedness, too, maybe. But siege tactics? Not so much.

[ read: she so doesn't care who your dad is. ]

[impathy]

No, perhaps not. Would that I had inherited anything else from him.

[... his height, for one.]

[herotypical]

[ let's just try and neatly sidestep these papa-issues, alright? ]

But. Hey. If you've read stuff, that's something. Right? Maybe you should mosey your way down to our hang-out. Just long enough to be helpful. Y'know?

[impathy]

Tempting though it may be, I do recall the issue with your pest control. I think not.

[And not by your invitation, he thinks darkly. He would need to take the measure of Archer first before ever making such considerations.]

[herotypical]

Is this what passes for good manners where you're from? A damsel straight-up very nearly begs for your help -- and here's you with the brush off. Very uncool. Very uncool.

[ not that she's much of a damsel by anyone's definition -- least of all her own. but she's also never really run warfare interference on anything bigger than a high school. ]

[impathy]

You seem hardly a damsel and I fail to see how the temperature factors into it. Besides that, I've yet to see any begging so far, so I find myself unmoved.

[And so he doesn't feel all that inclined to do much about her plight.]

[herotypical]

Fine. Nevermind. Who needs the help of some self-proclaimed lord whatever when I've got a boy genius on my side.

[ hiro will be her....well, hero. blueprints and all. ]

[impathy]

Tread carefully with boy geniuses. They may be clever, but they are terribly naive creatures. No matter how much they excel, they will still prove themselves boys in the end.

[He says this thinking of the Young Wolf and how he'd managed to defeat himself with his own boyish naivety.]

[herotypical]

So? I'll keep a few lollipops on hand. Stickers, too. It works for doctors, doesn't it?

[impathy]

[He had no idea what she was saying, but he got the basic idea of it.]

Oh, I'm certain that will be all you need. The best of luck, Summers. You will be needing it, I think.