( patrol 001 ) ♑ ( voice )

[defending]

First things first - Initiative? Really? Come on, couldn'tcha be at least a little original? I mean I'm having a serious case of been there, done that. And for the record? Not really looking forward to doing it again. I've had the tour, I've seen the shinies - and I'll say again. Not interested. Opposite of interested. Me and freaky government strongholds go way back. We had a very hot and heavy relationship, but we're seeing other people now, and both of us are better for it. So, second thing? If you could just, you know - help a girl out and point me toward the nearest exit? That'd be real peachy. Failing that? I'm not your strong-arm. You can't control me. Don't even try.

[ It sounds like she's done, but then there's rustling, and she comes back. ]

Oh, neat um -- neat weapon thingy. By the way. Looks like it might be stolen tech from someone very unsavory. But you almost had me drooling. I'm watching you.

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voice; private

[bikininspector]

Weapons, exorcisms - whatever works.

[He doesn't want to be pitied - he just wants out. College...God it seems like a lifetime ago and it hasn't even been a year.]

I'm lucky that way, I've never really been alone. [Dean. He wouldn't have lasted a minute without his brother.] But yeah, sounds like we've got a lot to talk about.

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[defending]

... Exorcisms. [ There is so much skepticism in her voice right now. ] Really?

[ Well, he has a point. He hasn't been alone. He is lucky for that. But the rest... ] Tell you what. Once I have directions to a place that serves good coffee, I'll call you. We'll talk. I think it'd be better in person anyway.

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[bikininspector]

Yeah. Remind me to tell you about the plane haunting demon.

[And how close a call it was. And how he talked about Jess - yeah no. That story will revolve around Dean peeing his pants, thank you.]

Just gimme a call when you're free, I know where the good coffee is I'll direct you.

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[defending]

I feel like this could turn into a whole back-and-forth war-stories thing. Before you know it we'll be in wheelchairs chasing those darn kids off the lawn.

[ Because seriously how could this be anything else but that. ]

It'll probably just be later tonight, if you're free.

voice; private

[bikininspector]

[He laughs] I won't complain, if we live that long.

It should be fine.

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[defending]

Well, I mean -- I'm proof that even if I don't live that long I can still end up a cranky old lady with too many cats.

[ Oh, good, the grin shows in her voice. ] Kay, well, I'll give you a buzz later, then. [ WE CAN HANDWAVE THAT AND JUST.. go right to action idc ]

voice; private -> action! cuz it's so fine with me c:

[bikininspector]

Looking forward to it.

[Sam arrives early to the meet. He knows what he's looking for - he caught bits of her other talks to know what she looks like, so he picks out a nice booth at the back where they won't be bothered, with a good view of the door, and settles in to wait after texting her how to find him.

He's not sure how he feels about this meeting, but it's something that doesn't make him want to throw up, to pass out, or to just hide under his bed, so he'll take it.]

yeahhhhh boiiii forever action.

[defending]

[ Buffy has followed the directions exactly as she was given, and she makes it to the shop just a hair before they agreed to meet. She... sure wasn't expecting him to be a tree with legs, though. He stands a full foot over her, towering over her like a ginormous... giant... thing. But she approaches with a smile and a little wave. ]

Jeez you're tall.

awwwwwwwwww yeahhhhhhhhhh B-)

[bikininspector]

[He laughs at her reaction, remembering Cas had the opposite.]

And apparently I'm not even done growing. [He gestures towards the booth] Wanna grab a seat -

[defending]

Now, that's just not fair. I'm going to have to get a stepladder just to have a conversation with you. [ But she slides into the booth, tossing a grin over her shoulder. ]

Seat successfully grabbed.

[bikininspector]

[He slides into the seat across from her]

Standard issue for my friends, I'll get you one.

[defending]

Ooh, you just keep getting more and more exciting. Baddie-killing experience and you come with free hardware.

[bikininspector]

I can make a mean cup of coffee, too.

[defending]

I take it that's a promise of future more-coffee-drinking.

[bikininspector]

Can't be expected to fight baddies decaffinated, can you.

[defending]

You'd be surprised by the lack of caffeine I get on patrol. But a mocha never hurt anyone.

[bikininspector]

-- must be part of your superpower thing, I've been living on triple red eyes since I was ten.

[defending]

Or an I-have-to-take-care-of-a-bunch-of-teenage-girls-who-might-be-Slayers-someday-and-pay-the-bills-and-take-care-of-my-little-sister-because-my-dad-lives-in-Europe-with-his-secretary-and-my-mom's-dead-while-saving-the-world... thing.

[bikininspector]

Yeah -- no idea how you do it without caffeine. Or...at all.

[defending]

Have to. Don't have a choice.

[bikininspector]

No there's a choice.

[He looks down at his hands]

Trust me, my dad took another one. [Credit card schemes. Leaving his kids with hunters he's known for days or less.]

[defending]

There's not a choice. Not for the Slayer. I'm the only one capable of protecting them. The entire world. It's only me.

[ Wait, what - ] ... Like what?

[bikininspector]

Like...stealing money instead of earning it, for one.

[It's a little too soon for the whole sob story.]

[defending]

But -- why? I mean, I know there's no salary for saving the world, but... He had kids. Has? Kids? [ she has no idea about your generation gap or anything ] My mom would kick your dad's ass for that.

[bikininspector]

My dad's ass should be kicked for plenty of things. [He shakes his head with half a smile. The suspicion that his father may no longer be with them keeps eats away at him, but he pushes it back.

Can't deal with that, not on top of everything else.]

I got disowned for going to college.