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|Date of Scene=2024/08/07
|Location=The Magic Box, Sunnydale
|Synopsis=Dark Willow talks to Tim at the Magic Box. She isn't very nice about Willow.
|Cast of Characters=190, 54
|Tinyplot=Dark Willow
|pretty=yes
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|Poses=:'''{{#var:190|Dark Willow (190)}} has posed:'''<br>Ironically this was Willow shift. Not that she was there to work. But the other girl didn't bbat a eye when Willow walked in. Well, a double take at Willow's new clothes and hair, but as far as she was concerned it was about time that Willow landed in the 21st Century, instead the 60's and 70's as usual.<br><br>Waving goodbye, she mentioned, "It's been a total bummer of a day in sales. Hopefully it will pick up!"<br><br>Wandering around the shop, Dark Willow amused herself. "Such quaint books." She yawned. "Do they really sell this sort of trash?"

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:'''<br>Tim Drake has been busy with quite a few things of late, and has decided it is time to check in on some folks. So tonight Red Robin was coming to check on Willow. Since she seems to be the only one at the store now, he waits a moment after the other leaves, and comes walking into the store. He does let the door announce him not doing the total stealth thing.

:'''{{#var:190|Dark Willow (190)}} has posed:'''<br>Ah! The sweet sound of the door.<br><br>Dark Willow was getting bored. Really bored.<br><br>When she turned a smile crept about her lips, as she drawled a greeting. "Timothy. Oooo isn't this fortuitous. Please lock the door, won't you?"<br><br>Willow was not wearing her sandals, and frou-frou hippy skirt. And her usual red hair was ink. Inky black, except for a witches forelock that was a few strands of hair that were white. If he pays attention to facial features, he will notice her pupils of her eyes were the same inky colour as her hair, That is, black.

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:'''<br>Tim Drake hides his reaction to the change in her. He does reach over to click the lock as she asks. He will give her a look over before he says "Hellow Willow, seems I have missed you deciding on a bit of a new fashion choice. " Not commenting about the other changes "How have you been?"

:'''{{#var:190|Dark Willow (190)}} has posed:'''<br>"Booooored." Dark Willow moved closer to Tim. "You really like the changes? I found the old Willow very.. how shall I say this, like a lump? No excitement. No trying out new things. If I had to etch one more glyph I would seriously poke my eyes out with boredom."

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:'''<br>Tim Drake says, "Well, the important thing is more if you like it than others is it not?" He asks her. He does not move away from her, but does keep attention to how close she gets "If your not doing glyphs what have you been up to?" He asks "Care to have a seat and talk a bit?""

:'''{{#var:190|Dark Willow (190)}} has posed:'''<br>Dark Willow purrs. "Whatever I want."<br><br>"Though.." And here she makes a moue of her lips. "Nobody has come out to play. Come along. Would you like coffee? Such a shame.. wait. Maybe I do know where Giles keeps his alcohol. Likely scotch or port."<br><br>Dark Willow peers over her shoulder, as if to say, 'is that okay?'.

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:'''<br>Tim Drake will follow her and says "Coffee is fine, I do appreciate it." He nods to her offering her a soft smile "I only drink on rare occasion." He explains to her "Coffee though it is something I drink a decent amount of."

:'''{{#var:190|Dark Willow (190)}} has posed:'''<br>A wave of a hand is given. "Suit yourself."<br><br>Dark Willow leads him to the cash register, and put on the coffee pot. "Make yourself comfortable." By the cash register are several extra seats, folded up, just for occasions like this.<br><br>When the coffee pot was brewing, she turned to Tim, and looked him over. "Not bad. I imagine you could be trained."

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:'''<br>Tim Drake 's brow raises a bit as he moves to take a seat, "I could be trained?" He asks her, his body language a little tense, but he is not in full defense mode at least not yet. I have been training for a while already, but not sure about trained."

:'''{{#var:190|Dark Willow (190)}} has posed:'''<br>"Not that training." Dark Willow cackles. "You are so like Willow it hurts a little bit. No, not martial arts training. Much more personal training. If you know what I mean." Her eyes hold a mirthful light, waiting for him to catch up to what she means.

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:'''<br>Tim Drake 's brow stays raised a bit and says "Like Willow? You speak as if you are not Willow yourself." He hmmmms and says "As for other training, I am taken already."

:'''{{#var:190|Dark Willow (190)}} has posed:'''<br>"Potatoe. Potato," Dark Willow shrugs. "Don't you think that that is a poor name for me, really?"<br><br>She turns around, and pours out two cups of coffee. "Sugar? Cream?" For herself, unlike regular Willow, she drinks her coffee black. Whereas Willow drinks it with copious amounts of cream.

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:'''<br>Tim Drake shakes his head and says "Black is good for me, and I don't know a willow is a strong tree. Some people just think of the weeping part, but a willow can be a very beautiful tree, and can be found in many places."

:'''{{#var:190|Dark Willow (190)}} has posed:'''<br>"Yes, yes. Blah blah blah." She puts his drink before him. "Willow gives that name a bad rap. She's all prissy, and goody-good shoes. She says 'sugar' instead of what she really wants to say." Dark Willow makes a 'eww yuck' kind of face. "Just because you don't actually say those words doesn't make you a martyr. Worse, it makes you a hypocrite. Wouldn't you agree?"<br><br>She picks up her coffee and blows on it while she waits for his answer.

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:'''<br>Tim Drake hmmms and says "Well is not controlling yourself a bit more of a harder thing than letting everything flow?" He blows on his own coffee before taking a small sip. I mean you can let anything roll, but that is just much easier in my opinion."

:'''{{#var:190|Dark Willow (190)}} has posed:'''<br>"There is let everything flow, and having control over oneself. Willow was afraid. Of so many things in her life. To the point she went the other way to never be in the situation that she would have to make up her mind."<br><br>Dark Willow sneers as she says it. "That is infinitely worse in my books."

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:'''<br>Tim Drake hmms and sips his coffee for a moment more, and says "May I ask, what has happened to Willow?" He asks, watching her reaction, ready for her to lash out and dodge it if needed.

:'''{{#var:190|Dark Willow (190)}} has posed:'''<br>Dark Willow rolls her eyes. "What do I care about where that peon is. Probably she's trapped herself in some deep, dark corner of my mind. Who cares? Besides, she had me cooped up in the deepest, darkest portion of her brain. Tit for tat, I always say."

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:'''<br>Tim Drake hmms and nods his head a bit to this. He starts to go through who might be able to help Willow in his mind, but keeps his face to a neutral look. "Well I guess that would suck yea," He sips his coffee a bit more "And you have any plans?"

:'''{{#var:190|Dark Willow (190)}} has posed:'''<br>A low chuckle issues forth from Dark Willow.<br><br>"Me? Of course. But am I going to tell you?" She shrugs. "Possibly. Possibly not. Why? Have you any suggestions?" Once again she rakes her gaze along Tim's body.

:'''{{#var:54|Tim Drake (54)}} has posed:'''<br>Tim Drake says, "Well, you might consider my ideas a bit dull. I am much more the creating and orderly type. As you said much like Willow.""

:'''{{#var:190|Dark Willow (190)}} has posed:'''<br>"As you wish." Dark Willow reacts with boredom. Yawning. Looking around the store. "If you see the Scoobies, ask them if my surprise was acceptable.They should know what I mean." . And with that, she snaps her fingers and disappears. Leaving the Magic Box in Tim's hands.
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