12639/Who's Who: Slayer vs Slaypire

Who's Who: Slayer vs Slaypire
Date of Scene:	12 January 2021
Location:	The Blue Lady, Fort Joseph
Synopsis:	A still body swapped Buffy runs into Faith. Loaded words are exchanged.
Cast of Characters:	Buffy Summers, Faith Lehane
Tinyplot:	Who's Who

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Buffy Summers has posed:
The sun has started to set, which means light is rapidly retreating from the sky. Which is good, because it means a body-swapped Buffy can come out of her hiding place in the wine cellar and...Lurk around helplessly in the Blue Lady as she tries to hide from the many enemies her vampire body - Tiffany - has made, while she waits for Harry and Willow to fix the Draconian Katra that had swapped her.

She knew she shouldn't wander far from the club, heck, she's already been attacked twice already over the last few weeks. But really she cant help it, being bottled up in here all day and all night.

Surely, taking the trash out the back door and into the alley will be harmless...Right? As she steps out into the night, it at least seems like a fairly quiet night, even though she knows the Blue Lady tends to get busy at night, but not for a few hours still.

Faith Lehane has posed:
Faith Lehane had been making her way towards that selfsame backdoor. She doesn't like going in the front of pretty much anyplace. Never know when prying eyes are watching and she has a habit of making enemies the way Willow makes peanut butter sandwiches: way too many and likely to stick.

She decides to let herself smoke a nail before she heads on in, lighting the cigarette and flicking the ash just as this figure comes out. Something off about that complexion and it definitely didn't like anybody who belonged here. Kinda hot, yes, although not necessarily Faith's type. If she had a type. Which she might, if she let any of her hook-ups last longer than eight hours.

"Yo, hooters! Sup?"

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers has just finished tossing the two big bags into the dumpster. Funny, she doesn't look particularly muscular or athletic, but the way she launched those two very heavy bags with little effort into the sky and into the dumpster, suggests she's a lot tougher than she looks.

As the last few rays of sun sink behind the horizon, she is vary careful to avoid any stray sunbeams. No wonder she's so pasty, doesn't seem to be a big worshipper of the sun.

And then there's Faith. Ohhhhh great. She groans inwardly, and really did NOT want to see her. Like this of all things. Oh, Buffy could out herself, it would make things easier, buut. That would just be embarrassing.

Ignore her. Maybe she'll go away. Maybe she wont come into the club. Buffy goes back to the doorway, picking up more big trash bags and proceeds to toss those into the dumpster too, pretending not to have heard Faith.

Faith Lehane has posed:
Faith Lehane takes another drag on her smoke and frowns. She's got a voice that carries and she knows it. Girly's just not turning around for some reason. She starts to march down the alley a bit faster, rolling her shoulders a bit in case it turns into a fight. She kinda hoped it did. She'd been itching for some action.

"Yo, bitch, you deaf or what? Who are you and what are you doin' around here? You seem awful strong for a Barbie doll type."

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers pulls up another bag and wrinkles her nose, nostrils flaring. Dammit. Smells like blood. She grits her teeth, trying to focus on something else. Anything else. Like Faith's annoying voice.

With a shrug, she tosses that aside too before sighing, turning to face Faith, eyes narrowed.

"Firstly, I don't answer to 'Hooter'. Secondly, I am not deaf. Thirdly, if we're going into 'Bitch' territory, I think you'd beat me there." She bites her lip. Dammit, she's supposed to be a 'weak girl', didn't account for that. She shrugs, "What can I say, I work out?"

Faith Lehane has posed:
Faith Lehane cocks her head, "Hooters. Plural. Unless that's all one tit, which would be pretty impressive in a freakshow way," she says. "So, if you ain't deaf, you're just fuckin' rude. Guess what, I work out, too. Thing is, that kinda strength might mean you're some kinda demon or vamp or just a funk-ass monster ho of some kind and it just so happens that beating ass on monsters is kinda my job. I ain't sure if you're one or not, but maybe you oughtta just scram before I rip your head off and shove it up your cooch, huh?"

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers groans. Oh right. Hooters. This stupid bimbo's body. Still, she can't help but laugh. "Me? Rude? Speak for yourself. I mean, look at you." really, Buffy should keep her mouth shut. She knows she's no match for Faith in her current body.

"Look, I'm not looking for a fight, but the Blue Lady is my place, and I'm not going anywhere. So maybe you should take a hint and leave.." eyes narrow.

Faith Lehane has posed:
Faith Lehane raises an eyebrow, "Your place, huh? Got any papers to that effect? Got some ID you can show? What's your name, buttercup?" she says. Faith's not advancing yet, but she does have her hands pushed into the pockets of her jacket, which is somehow more threatening. Even moreso if you know that she's altered the lining so she can hide stakes in the jacket without too much of a bulge. "Go ahead, call the cops, have them run me off. Cept this alley's still out in the open, so I ain't even trespassin'. You might own the inside, but air's still free, last I checked."

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers laughs, shaking her head. "And who are you, exactly? FBI? You have no right to ask those questions. And if you really wanna know, I know the owner of the Blue Lady, personally. What's your excuse for harassing an innocent bystander? Run along and mind your own business."

Buffy isn't the type to run and hide but..

Faith Lehane has posed:
Faith Lehane shakes her head and moves with startling rapidity and closes the gap between them until she's face to face with the blonde, meeting her eyes directly, "Me? Just a Slayer," she grins. "And if you know what that means, you'll know whether or not you've got anything to fear. And I'll know whether I'm going to put a hole in your heart and watch you dust all over my new boots."

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers glares at Faith, taking a step back and ti the side, crouching slightly. The way she moves seems out of step with her 'blonde bimbo' appearance. And she moves with the grace of a practiced martial artist, legs bent slightly, arms up, not quite standing face forward, ready to fight.

"Oh, I know all about you, Slayer, but I'm not looking for a fight, just to be left alone, so why don't you leave me be? Cuz there are people who'd be pretty mad if you laid a finger on me."

She doesn't look like she's gonna flee any time soon even though she should. But Buffy's got her pride even if everything else was taken away.

Faith Lehane has posed:
Faith Lehane cocks her head, "Oh no, I might make people mad. Gosh. How will I live with myself? Like who? Cause trust me, if I lay into you, it's gonna be a lot m ore than a finger. Looks like you can handle yourself, that's allright with me. Gets kinda old dustin' dimwit new leeches who don't know to stay out of the sun. But if you wanna avoid me cavin' your head in against that dumpster, maybe give me a reason better than me makin' your sugar daddy saucy."

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers shrugs, "Ohh I dunno, couple of White court vamps, a strong guy with an axe..Ooh and a giant shapeshifting bear for starters?"

She groans, "Come on Faith, just turn around and walk away. Cuz I really don't wanna do this. And if you're gonna start with the insults, I can go a long way with your own history you, you skanky ho."

Okaay, she just couldn't resist, but Buffy is still not giving her a reason not to fight her, and naming a bunch of other supernaturals probably didn't look good either. Dammit!

Faith Lehane has posed:
Faith Lehane pauses, "Now, I know I didn't tell you my name. So, apparently you know me. Which is weird cause most of the vamps I've ever met I sliced and diced. You got my attention, at least. And hey...I'm not skanky! Ho, maybe, but I ain't never been skanky. I even took a shower today!" she says.

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers sighs. This is sooo frustrating! As if she's gonna tell her who she is and humiliate herself, but..."Look, who I am doesn't concern you, and really, doesn't everyone know who the Slayer is? Even..A rogue..Slayer." she smirks.

"What's it to you, anyway, who I am? It really doesn't matter in the end, does it? I'm just some random girl taking out the trash, nothing more nothing less. I dont even know why you're targetting me when there are bigger threats out there."

Still, she seems pretty cocky and confident for seemingly 'small fry'.

Faith Lehane has posed:
Faith Lehane is now mostly perplexed and lights a fresh cigarette to replace the one she tossed aside when things started getting heated, "Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute. Rogue? Says who? You mean that little blonde pantywaist? Look, she might be official or whatever, but she ain't proved herself to me yet and I ain't...wait, why am I explainin' myself to you? Who the fuck are you? I'm not targetting you, I just found you tossin' around big bags of garbage like nothin' and thought, "Huh, that seems like superstrength and it's just after dark so maybe this bitch got fangs, but now you're gettin' into my personal business and talkin' like you know me, which means somebody's been blabbing my business and you're gonna tell me who or I'm gonna make you eat your teeth, even if you are just a human floosie."

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers groans. Great, she nearly gave herself away. She shrugs, still in a defensive stance. "Ohh you know, you been on the streets long enough and you hear things. And..."

And then she makes fun of Buffy and her eyes narrow, fists clenched in anger. "Blonde pantywaists?! The hell?! Why don't you..." oh crap, she's supposed to not care about slayers. They're her enemies. Grr.

She shrugs, "Well you know if you are gonna stay alive in this mad mad world, you gotta do your research." she shrugs, "You can call me..Uh..Tiffany I guess? And what can I say I'm just really strong.."

Faith Lehane has posed:
Faith Lehane grins, "Tiffany, huh? Y'know, I'll give you one thing: you're not boring. I'm not sure what's going on with you, but it's something. Enough that I can't just dust you and move on. Not until I find out just what's going on, what secrets you're hiding and just how you found out so much about me. Last I knew, no place to do research about me except through a few very, very select people. So why don't you tell 'em which one's talkin' about me behind my back?"

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers smiles and shrugs, "I gotta admit, Faith, you're smarter than you look. And they say only blondes are dumb." she chuckles a bit at that. "Who knows? Sunnydale is a small place, I'm sure your people know my people. But sounds like you're the one who has something to hide if you're so worried about people knowing your business."

Another shrug, taking another step back, towards the still-open door way. And as the night wears on, it sounds like it's getting pretty busy within. Maybe that's why her allies have not come out to check up on her.

"At any rate, I really have nothing more to say about myself. But, one thing I will say, is that I'm not gonna leave this place, and someone like you wont make me. This is my home now and if you're here to start trouble, there will be hell to pay." Her look is a serious one now. No more fooling around.

Faith Lehane has posed:
Faith Lehane watches warily, blowing smoke out through her nostrils, "You talk too much. Same as most everybody around here, really," she sighs. "I'll leave you be. For now. But don't think I won't be watchin'. You start droppin' bodies or makin' messes, then I'll clean you up and won't think twice about it. So keep your nose clean, huh?"

Faith stretches a bit, "Now, I gotta go see if I can find a decent god damn cheeseburger in this hick town."

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers laughs, "Dropping bodies? What, you think I'm some serial killer or something? Please, how..Insulting." she snorts in disgust. Okay, so she's a vampire, but a good vampire at least?

Still, as it looks like she's gonna back down, Buffy relaxes, easing her stance. "Good idea, probably the best you've had in a long time. I hope I don't see you around.."

Buffy turns around to leave but pauses a moment. "Oh and if you're looking for a good burger joint, I'll bet you'd get a kick out of Macanally's."

She grins and winks, knowing full well what's I store for her if she goes there. But hey, at least they offer good burgers as long as you're not there to start trouble!

And with that, Buffy turns to head back into the club, hoping she's seen the last of Faith..