~ One Magical Mishap ~ [Video,Open to both Courts.]

[justwillow]

Huh. This is kind of neat- little magic and it acts like a-

[Focus Rosenberg. You're stranded in a mystical realm with imps and faeries and all sorts of bad things could be happening back at the castle-- because who decided that would work? Having a bunch of slayers in a house didn't work out too well, So the logical conclusion was putting them in a giant castle with lots of weapons! Brilliant Idea.]

Uh, Hey! I'm looking for a girl named Buffy- Or any of the slayers. Buffy- She's about yay-big [She gesters to about her height.] Blonde, superhuman strength with killer fashion sense and a penchant for puns? I really hope she's here. Or uh-. A sarcastic British guy named Rupert Giles? Or Xander? He's a guy with an eyepatch. Kind of dorky but in an adorable way- Sorry Xander. [she mutters to herself] I'd even settle for Spike.

[She takes a few deep breaths. This was getting a bit too panicky. Calm down, calm down.]

Sorry for all the word vomit- I'm Willow. Willow Rosenberg. I guess I'm the newest contestant on this island.
Does anyone know anything about the energy here? It's kind of... abnormal.

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[justwillow]

[She ignores the crushing side of guilt that comes with lying to your best friend and then having her be nice to you afterwards... and offers a small smile back.]

I could probably pull all the ingredients for a granola bar through the earth.

[She mused the idea for a moment and then stopped.]

So. We've talked about us, Now's its time to talk about Buffy. How have you been? I mean- trapped with Spike must be... awkward. Especially as he doesn't know anything.

[herotypical]

Awkward covers about naught-point-three percent of it. If that. [ buffy lets her tongue wag on automatic while she still considers the magical feasibility of making granola out of nothing. ] He's stupider than ever and just...

[ she sucks air between her teeth. there is no elegant way to tell willow that she misses the spike she felt she could trust. depend upon. the one who gave up his unlife for all of them. ] I dunno how to tell him any of it.

[justwillow]

Well, I let slip that he died. But you know. He came back. So. There's that.

[She gives Buffy an apologetic look.]

HE also knows that Sunnydale explodes. I didn't realise how much he didn't know.

[herotypical]

You do seem a little...shockingly unshocked that he's not super-dead.

[ a glance. a glimmer of an assumption. ]

[justwillow]

He comes back. Quite quickly. Powers that be and all that.

[She gestures a like a puff of smoke.]

So, he saves us all really and then gets another chance.

[herotypical]

...How many second chances does one guy get?

[ she snarks. she spits. she huffs. but a part of her is oddly relieved to know that fire and ash is not the last of spike. ] And more importantly, who did the bringing back?

[ oh buffy so resists giving willow a pointed look. ]

[justwillow]

Not Guilty.

[She returns the look.]

I didn't have a part in it at all.

[herotypical]

Did I?

[ buffy's voice hitches a pitch. watching spike burn up had been an emotional experience, and when she'd looked upon the crater he'd left she'd smiled. but now she worries that she couldn't let go. god, if she'd had anything to do with dragging spike back to unlife-- ]

Please tell me my hands are also clean.

[justwillow]

Squeaky.

[She fans her fingers and inspects them]

As far as I know we had no part in it. It was the Amulet, and the powers that be.

[herotypical]

So. Angel. Or Angel's contacts. Which is a whole other bag of stinky no-good rotten fish--

[ ugh. headache. this is a knot she doesn't have the time or bodily comfort to unravel. best to ignore it for now. leave it to the wayside. ]