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The Librarian: Parchment and Pizza
Date of Scene: 26 September 2018
Location: Gotham City
Synopsis: Pizza with Sam and Buffy isn't quite what anyone expected. Sam and Buffy head off to investigate. Willow: still not a demon.
Cast of Characters: Willow Rosenberg, Sam Winchester, Buffy Summers
Tinyplot: The Librarian


Willow Rosenberg has posed:
So, looking for _A History of Angels_ had panned out into a dud via all means digital. Which had led Willow to the bookstore.. which had led to the meeting with one Sam Winchester, who, while cute if you liked them that way, was also rather oblivious for someone who claimed to be a Hunter..

However, all that aside, Willow has taken matters into her own hands and decided to kill two birds with one stone, so to speak, or is that three birds? Or four? She's lost count. There's the book. Proving Sam wrong. Possibly setting her beste up.. Okay, three things.

Willow's sold a few charms on campus the past couple of weeks in order to scrounge enough extra cash to order pizza. Inviting Sam over, of course.

...So.. she didnt' tell either of them about the other. She'll cross that bridge when they reach it.

Sam Winchester has posed:
Sam fired a reply right back to Willow when he got the invite. With Dean gone, he mostly just has Cass for company around home so a break was most definitely needed.

Plus after the fight in the graveyard he was keen to track down the book and the rest of the mystic shopping list Cass had him searching for.

Grabbing a six pack of diet cokes from the store beneath his place, he made his way out to Gotham and headed to the address Willow gave him, knocking on the door.

Buffy Summers has posed:
As the knock came, Buffy was on her way out of her bedroom door dressed in her work clothes. The red leather pants and black tank top. Her messenger bag was carried in her right hand but not slung over her torso like it would be when she left.

She fully intended to get some pizza before heading out to patrol. She still headed back to Bludhaven every night to do her thing. The Chosen One's work was never done.

The knock did cause her to frown and a dagger appeared in her hand as she put the messenger bag across her body after all. "Were you expecting someone?"

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
"Me? Expecting someone?" Willow worries at her lower lip - it's a good thing Buffy can't see her face, because Willow is not really the world's best liar. Oh, sure, she's lied. But it's generally followed up by an apologetic retraction and correction.. and it's generally not pretty. Girl has some ethics issues.

"I ordered pizza? Money is right there beside the door. And don't worry, I got half with pepperoni just for you."

Because they'd had that conversation before: Just because Willow didn't think meat needed to be on her plate didn't mean the rest of the world was going to join her in chewing their cuds and making nice with grasses. To which Willow had pouted and pointed out she still ate things like cheese?

Sam Winchester has posed:
Sam waits in the hallway, double then triple checking he got the right door and shifting his own messenger bag so it hung more comfortably. His mostly had his laptop, okay maybe some salt, and a knife or two, and a 9mm but you know, the basics. The rest was in the trunck of The Cricket parked downstairs.

As for clothes, he's expecting to be studying, so it's just his usual, jeans, t-shirt, and flannel.

When the door's finally and cautiously opened, Sam smiles, "Hey, I'm Sam, you must be Willow's roommate, Buffy," he extends a hand. Something tweaks as not quite right here but he doesn't notice the knife yet.

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy looks at Sam suspiciously. Then up. And up a bit more. Until she finally sees his face about a foot up there above her. Actually a bit more than a foot. "Holy Chewbacca," comes out of her mouth before she can stop herself. If she even would have tried. Because really, she wouldn't. There wasn't a filter to stop the things from coming out of her mouth that popped into her head.

As he extended his hand, she waited for it to cross the threshold. When it did, then she spoke again. Her gaze went from the open hand to the other one. "Where's the pizza?"

Yay for first impressions!

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
From her vantage point in the hallway, Willow just winces.

Okay, there'd been a chance that Sam was going to get hurt when Buffy opened the door, had he made any sudden moves. Buffy really wasn't the 'shake hands' sorta girl. Which made a lot of sense when you considered the types of people (and creatures) the girls met up with.

And she knew something of what was crossing Buffy's mind as Sam stood there - only really, how the heck would a vampire have gotten through the doorman down below? It wasn't like someone stood outside with pamphlets of random resident names to spout in order to be let upstairs. Even so, even Willow held her breath until the hand crossed the threshold (hey! you couldn't really be too careful - things like mimics and shifters could enter uninvited, but they'd have had more troubles with the wards).

Even so, Willow was pained by her beste's response. Where's the pizza, indeed. First impressions be damned. There was no way Sam was believing Buffy was *The Slayer* after that.

"Uh, oh, hey, that's Sam. Did I forget to mention I invited him over too? We bumped into one another in the bookstore when I was researching that thing for John. Sam's okay. He thinks you're a myth, though. Oh, he's a Hunter. Can I get anyone a drink?"

Sam Winchester has posed:
Sam blinks at the greeting before reaching up with a free hand and stroking his chin. "Did I forget to shave?" he asks semi-rhetorically. Though had to give Buffy (?) points for that one, he'd heard a lot of tall jokes, that one was new.

"Was bringing the pizza, but they couldn't take the altitude and bailed out," Sam jokes as his hand crosses the threshold into the house without suddenly stopping, catching on fire or any other sort of reaction.

When Willow appears and lays out the tale he smiles, "Hey Willow, and yeah, I'm Sam, the hunter, but you guys were expecting the pizza guy right?" he asks. "Anyhow, can I step in if we're going to be using the H word?"

Buffy Summers has posed:
"He what?" Buffy doesn't look at her bestie but the tone of voice surely indicates a head-whip-eye-piercing-look if she were willing to take her eyes off the giant hunk of manflesh on the doorstep. If it was a man. He didn't burst into flames or seem to be having difficulty reaching through the wards so he probably was.

"No, Willow, you didn't mention you had invited a man you met at a bookstore to our home." Her eyes narrow as she regards Sam suspiciously. "Can you step in?" she repeats. Then she smirks. "I dunno. Can you?!" And with that she steps back to allow him to cross the threshold, bringing the hand holding the silver knife into view.

At least she hasn't thrown salt at him or sprayed him with holy water. Yet.

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
Willow? Does facepalm. But she is /not/ getting into it between Sam and Buffy. Sam can chose to enter or not, as he choses, because there is no way - no way - that she's going to do the 20 questions and post-visit lecture of 'how many times have we had the conversation about inviting people into our home and how do you know he wasn't a vampire?.

Really, while Willow understood Buffy had a point, she was pretty sure other people didn't have this problem.

"I am not getting involved. If the pizza guy comes, the money is right there. Someone pay him."

And with that, she plunks butt on the couch to wait to see how this all played out.

Sam Winchester has posed:
The knife is a bit of a surprise, Sam lifts his hands slowly. "Hey, whoa, let's be cool here, totally human and willing to prove it."

When Buffy steps back Sam, slowly, takes one long step forward over the threshold until he's all the way into the apartment. Ducking his head a little while he does it.

"See, human, but if you've got some salt, silver and holy water, we can do the tests, not my first rodeo."

His eyes fall to the knife in Buffy's hand. "Nice knife though, is that silver?"

Buffy Summers has posed:
Well, since he volunteered! Buffy nods at his assessment. "Comes in handy when looking for a shapeshift and some other things out there. As you well know." He said all the right words so maybe he is a hunter.

She reaches into her messenger bag and out comes a water pistol and a salt shaker. "Assume the position." Which she realizes might not mean in his world what it means in her so she adds. "Put your hand out."

When he complies, she lays the dagger against his skin. Pass. Then she sprinkles salt on it. Pass. Lastly the gun is brought up, a lovely green and orange neon number, and she sprays his hand with water. Pass. All the tools of the trade disappear into her bag and she offers her hand. The other hand, not the one he would be able to shake with the salty drippy one now. "Nice to meet you, Sam. I'm Buffy." Then she glances at Willow as she walks to the kitchen to get a towel for him. She tosses it his direction, apparently figuring he'll catch it as she asks her roomie. "He thinks I'm a myth?" Then a peek at him. "Seriously?"

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
Willow watches in fascinated disbelief as Buffy not only *tests* Sam out, but he complies.

"You realize you're why our friends pool is so small, right?"

That and the fact that they tended to run into otherworldly beings on a regular basis. It was kind of hard to have mundane friends with that going on all the time.

She gives a slow, but sad nod. "He absolutely thinks you're a figment of mythos and lore. Which is kinda funny if you think about it, him *claiming* he's a Hunter and all."

Oh yeah. Willow is stirring the pot. Not only because it's tres amusing to watch, but a small part of her brain figures it's the best way for the two to get to know one another... Okay, the tres amusing part really has a lot to do with it.

While the two carry on from there, there's a knock on the door, which Willow gets up to answer - it's the pizza. Delivery from Gino's. Extra-large double cheese, with half pepperoni. She shoves the fistful of dollars she's got at the man, and closes the door behind him before carrying the pizza to the coffee table and couch, and sitting down again.

"If you two want to hold off comparing arsenals until after dinner, foods here."

Sam Winchester has posed:
"Yeah, I've got one like that too down in the car," Sam confirms. "Useful."

There's a flustered sort of blinking from Sam when he's told to assume the position, he glances for a bit of empty wall, but then catches on to what she means with an "Oh, right." His hand is extended to be tested. He's got no comment for the silver or salt, but the (holy) water gun gets a smile, "Should totally get my brother one of those, we had a super-soaker of holy water for a bit, but it got melted in Lousiana."

When the tests are done Sam shakes Buffy's hand remarking, "Figured, you're exactly how Willow described you." He let's the girls chew on that for a bit as he snatches the towel out of the air and dries his hand while the girls talk.

When the pizza comes, he waits by the door, hand on his own messenger bag until it's paid for and the door is closed before heading to the living room with Willow.

The comparing arsenals quip gets an eye-roll shared with Buffy behind Willow's back. "Sure, I'm starved, besides just got the basics with me right now. Was expecting a pizza party, not monsters."

Buffy Summers has posed:
The eyes of the Slayer go to the messenger bag as the two of them sort of take point, while trying not to look like they are, as Willow handles the transaction at the door. Only when it is closed and locked again does she relax and head for the kitchen to grab some paper plates and a roll of paper towels. They are dropped on the table by the pizza box before she sprawls next to her friend.

"How can you believe in vampires and demons and werewolves but not the Slayer?" she asks curiously as she reaches for the pizza box.

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
Willow blinks owlishly at Sam, "Wow. If you're going to hang with us, you really better get used to monsters popping up at any time. It's not like they're really all that respectful of the dinner hour."

It wasn't lost on her that she had *two* guardians while she answered the door. It also might be why she takes the box and opens the lid, snapping it about like some D&D creature. "Look out! I'm the pepperoni monster. I've come to smoother you in cheese and give you arterial decay."

Willow grabs a cheese slice from the box. "You two are perfect for one another. And I don't mean that just in the hey, wanna go catch a movie sense."

The poor pizza delivery man would never know how close he came to being defended against.

Sam Winchester has posed:
"Honestly?" Sam says to Buffy's question. "Sounds too good to be true, like a Hunter Santa Claus... not that you look like Santa Claus, but y'know something too good to be true, are you saying you really are the Slayer?" he asks, skeptically. "I mean, you've got game, but I dunno, not much of what I've seen makes me think our side would get an edge like that."

Sam says, "Yours too? Yeah, they don't seem to care if my brother and I are eating either... so much lost pie," he says the last bit with a tiny smirk at some private joke. "Anyhow, I brought the basics, that usually works to buy time to get to the rest of my stuff."

The pizza monster joke is met with a laugh. "You know that's going to happen to one of us now, right?" he says. "Can you hit me with one of those cheese slices, Willow?"

Though the perfect for each other thing, has Sam's cheeks colouring. "What?" he asks.

Buffy Summers has posed:
At the perfect for each other observation, there is a roll of the eyes from Buffy. She pulls out a slice of pepperoni, leaving it to the others to deal with the cheese. She may have worked in a vegan burger joint (don't bring that up, the secret ingredient turned out to be meat!), but she was still an omnivore.

"Oh yeah, being part of the hairy wart club is banging," she says with dripping sarcasm after she swallows that first bite of ewie, gooey, cheesy goodness. "Not that I have it anymore. I had it removed. Cause gross. But all the rest of it? Completely true. Stronger, faster, blah blah blah. I can go toe-to-toe with the monsters and so far, I've come out on top." The same can be said for hunters other than the super powers part. "Well except that one time. But we don't talk about it cause I got better."

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
Willow passes the box to Sam. "You're not helping your case, you know. She's liable to take you out to the basketball course and prove you wrong."

There's a grin from the girl. "You should see what passes for basics here. We've got a closet full of... well, let's just say we don't do shoes in this house."

It was true. Their main closet was a full on arsenal. Probably not as extensive as the Winchester's, but all things considered, there were two of them, and only one Buffy. Willow was willing to bet they didn't have potions in their fridge. Even if the drawer marked 'potions, don't eat or drink' also held a secret stash of chocolate bars that she thought Buffy still hadn't found, because, well, Willow still wasn't all that proficient with potions.. But like that other time Buffy speaks of, everyone got better. That's all that matters, right? Right?

"I didn't invite Sam over here just to meet you." Even if it had been a big part of it. "He's working on that same thing I told you about that John asked us to look for. Sam says he's got an angel." Now *there's* a myth for you.

Sam Winchester has posed:
Sam seems caught between 'no way' and 'cool' when Buffy runs down the benefits of being a Slayer. "Heh, read about the mole thing," he says before taking the pizza from Willow and grabbing himself a slice of cheese pizza. "But you're really, her, the Slayer?" he asks, tossing the box back on the table.

Sam looks on the verge of asking for some sort of proof, though, the bit about 'getting better' earns a quirk of his head. "What happened? Get put in the hospital or something?" he asks. "Actually, never mind, you said you didn't want to talk about it."

The bit about the arsenal does get a smile from Sam. "Our place too, we really should compare sometime, not just for bragging rights, but figure we can trade, fill gaps, share contacts. Well as long as none of us turn into monsters before the pizza's done that is."

"And right, the book, and the rest of the ritual items," Sam says, putting down his pizza and reaching for his messenger bag for his laptop. "And yeah, we have an angel on our team, an ex-angel? Not sure how all of that works, but yeah, the real deal."

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy addresses things as they come. "Well, one of two." Which she knows is going to lead to more questions so when he mentions the getting better, she has to give at least a little bit to make it understood. "There was a prophecy. I was fighting this baddy and he was supposed to kill the Slayer. Turns out, he did. Only one of my friends, Xander, knew CPR and brought me back. But since I was dead, the next Slayer activated. So there's actually two of us running around right now. The other one is way less friendly than I am." Considering the whole thing at the door, that is worrisome.

"The book thing?" Buffy remembers the conversation and she shakes her head a little. "Angels are real? I mean, I've seen demons so I guess it makes sense there would be the opposite side of the coin but that's kind of hard to believe." Then she smirks. "Says the mystical Slayer. I shouldn't be surprised anymore. So what's the deal on this book thing?"

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
Willow happily munches her pizza, letting the pair talk shop and trade bragging rights so to speak. And she totally gets the irony of not being sure she believes in Angels when her best friend is The Slayer.

5"We took a vote. Decided not to invite the other Slayer to move in with us."

Absolutely deadpans it, too.

"And yeah. The book Turns out your friend the angel is wrong. It's not /a/ book. It's three. I figured out how come I wasn't able to find it. One of those history books I was reading on the library at Alexandria talks about this guy who stole a bunch of the parchments that were there, the night of hte fire. It was like he knew - turn out he didn't, but they hunted him down, thinking he'd set the fire. Guy claims he knew nothing of it. In fact, he claimed he knew nothing of the stolen parchments either. And here's the weird thing, they couldn't find any of them."

She shrugs. "Was only in the one book, too. Just this little footnote of a story that couldn't be corroberated. Turns out there were a group of parchments that were collectively known as the 'Infernales' - and get this, Dante? totally borrowed the structure of the Divine Comedy off of that whole business. Like a parody of a parody. Weird, huh?"

Sam Winchester has posed:
Sam pushes a hand through his hair, "There's two?" Sam says eyebrows raising. "The books all just say-" then Buffy lays it on him. "Oh. Huh. Wow. For me it was getting invited to the evil Hunger Games by this demon who'd been haunting my family for awhile; I lost. That angel I mentioned brought me back." And became and ex-angel because of it.

There's a beat of silence, because what do you say when you find another of the 'died and got better club'. It's only a beat though, the bit about the other Slayer being unfriendly, "Given the welcome, that paints a picture."

"Yeah, I hear, you," Sam says about the angel thing. "Sort of like Slayers, guess, there's more to the world than either of us think," he says with a slightly disbeliving shake of his head. The world was a very weird place.

"Anyhow, book..." Sam opens his laptop and listens.

"That would explain why it's been hard to find, we're basically looking for an orange when we're supposed to be looking for three apples," he cocks his head thoughtfully and starts typing notes. "Makes sense, Dante was writing in a time where a it was in fashion to base your works on the ones that came before it part of that whole middle-ages, holding out for the Second Coming thing, anyhow, figure Dante found the original parchments then? If so, where does that leave us?"

Buffy Summers has posed:
This is the part where Buffy sort of fades to the background. She can throw in a point here or there verbally, once in a while gets a brilliant idea. But the truth is, research is where Willow shines. So Buffy is comfortable just letting her take the lead in this conversation as she settles in to eat her pizza, listening closely but not adding to the conversation for the moment.

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
"Not really sure," Willow chimes brightly. "That's about where I got to this afternoon."

She flushes slightly, and admits, "I kinda fell down a rabbit hole of research. But it's possible he found them? He certainly likely was familiar with them. The structure of the Divine Comedy is parallel, but I'm thinking Dante was a lot more clever with what he did. Not sure they were working on their poetic forms back when the original manuscripts were created... and Buffy's eyes just glossed over."

She wrinkles her nose and grimaces. "Am I really that bad?"

Sam Winchester has posed:
Sam nods, "Or he read a translation of the originals... I wonder if there might be copies still, in Florence or Ravenna," Sam ponders. "Could see if Cass could check..."

Then at Willow's comment he shoots a look in Buffy's direction.

"Sorry, a bit of a nerd about this stuff," he says to the Slayer before adding to both girls. "Anyhow, the history aside, we should try to figure out where to look next, either for the parchments or the items needed to perform the ritual. We've got the altar cloth, but there's others out there. Last one was in a Bludhaven cemetery."

Buffy Summers has posed:
Stopping with the piece of pizza firmly clamped between her teeth, Buffy's eyes go a little wide. She is forced to take the bite, chew and swallow quickly so as not to be rude. Her mother would never forgive her for chewing with her mouth open. And she'd know. They somehow always knew.

"Willow, you're that wonderful. I know I'm not needed for the research part. It's what you excel at," she says with a smile for her friend. "I'm listening though. Just stuffing my face at the same time."

At Sam's confession of being a bit of a nerd about thsi stuff, she smirks and looks between him an Willow. "Now who is made for each other, huh?"

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
Willow slaps her piece of pizza down on the coffee table, and wipes her hands on her pants, and reaches for her laptop. "Honestly, Buffy, he's not got the right bits to be interesting to me."

Sam gets a critical look.

"Maybe with the right haircut?"

She shrugs, and opens up her laptop, waiting for it to boot up. "I bookmarked a bunch of pages that came up once I figured how why I wasn't getting anything the other way. Turns out, if you put the right title in, all sorts of references start popping up."

Okay, so, Sam can try it, but he's not going to get the same results as Willow. That's part of her beauty, and charm.. and her magic. She's not precisely googling for her answers here. But she's right, with the right terms, there's considerably more than 'zero' information out there.

"It looks like the bits of the book have been together and apart off and on over the years, depending on the collector. I think what's happening is that the thing wants to find the other bits, because, as you can see here, you're right, there's a whole collection of items that go together, and none of them were together until recently."

She blinks at Sam. "Altar cloth? Buried with some priest?"

Sam Winchester has posed:
"Heh, wow, very much no comment there," Sam says about the bits before facepalming when Willow makes the haircut remark. "Wow, it's like hanging out with my brother, but worse."

Sam lifts his hand off of his face to have a look at Willow's screen, yeah, what she's doing, he can't, technically, nobody can. It's pretty wild. Though when she starts mentioning the items wanting to find each other. "Hmm, I should talk to someone I know about that, they do magic, they might be able to use the cloth to help us find the other pieces. I mean if they /want/ to find each other then there has to be some sort of connection between the three, something that could be piggybacked on magically to find the other pieces."

As to the priest, "Ugh, yeah, that guy, I still need to track him down. The guy wasn't exactly dead, apparently he was some sort of fallen undead prieat, I am working on the research there," he explains. "If I find him, can I count on you guys for backup? My brother's out of town."

Buffy Summers has posed:
"Of course I am available for taking out zombies, undead priests and any of those other things that go bump in the night. I may need a little researche but definitely always up for killing things." That makes her sound like a psychopath. Buffy shakes her head as she realizes that.

But she doesn't miss the rest of that conversation as she looks at Willow then back to Sam. Then back to Willow. "So, he doesn't know?" she says, laughter reflected in her eyes.

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
"I wondered. Looks like there was this whole religious sect devoted to finding these things. Then there was some sort of schism, and.."

She stops at this point. "Undead, huh? A priest?" A look to Buffy. "Can they be undead? Isn't that kind of against their code?"

Then, or course, Buffy is all amusement at her, and Willow blushes. "Kinda maybe not? I didn't tell him." With an added protest. "He didn't ask!"

Sam Winchester has posed:
"A sect? Huh, yeah, that's going to make this a hell of a lot more interesting," he says with a shake of his head.

"And yeah, an undead priest, and from what he was saying the night I saw him, something tells me he wasn't too keen on their code when he was alive either," he says. "I can give you the name of the cemetary if that might help find some details."

He pulls a note book out of his bag, missing the looks at first until he comes back up with it. "What?" he asks looking between the two of them.

Buffy Summers has posed:
"Yeah, not all priests are the good guys. Even when they should be by what they are. I'll be glad to check out the graveyard. It's kind of what I do. Nightly,"

Buffy looks over at Willow then to Sam. "You are talking about someone being able to do magic. You happen to be in the room with someone who can." She waves her hand over at Willow.

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
Willow wrinkles her nose. "Well, it didn't exactly come up in the bookstore."

Sure. The fact that she's a witch escaped the conversation, but the fact that Sam is a Hunter, and her roommate is The Slayer came out?

"It looks like he stole one of the items. I didn't find out which one. Just that the group broke up then, and the items were scattered. On purpose. I *think* they were trying to stop anyone from getting them all and using them, and he turned?"

It's as good an explaination as any. "But not sure your undead priest is the same one?"

Sam Winchester has posed:
Sam finishes writing down the address of the cemetary and pulls the page out of the notebook to pass to Buffy. "Not to give Willow here more ammo, but, yeah, my nights are more or less the same. There were some undead there when I left, standard head shot takes them out stuff. Can go with if you want."

As for the priest and the sect. "Okay, so the guy was from this sect, stole the altar cloth, and went all Darth Vader and ended up locked in a crypt for his trouble. The rest of the sect, though? They were trying to keep things apart?"

Then on the subject of magic, Sam's eyes cut towards Willow, "What? Seriously?" he asks about the magic. There's a touch of wariness to the question.

Buffy Summers has posed:
As he passes over the paper, Buffy scoots forward on the couch and reaches over to snag it with her non pizza hand. She settles back in her spot, turning the page to read the information then shoving the page into her messenger bag. It's no longer hanging over her torso but it is sitting next to her on the couch.

Just because you are paranoid doesn't mean they aren't out to get you.

"Absolutely. Willow has more skills than just research." She looks at her roomie. "You told him about me. You found out what he was. But you couldn't brag about yourself a little?"

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
There's a guileless blink from Willow, who clearly hadn't had the thought cross her mind. Even now, it's clear she's not entirely sure what to say about the whole deal.

"I just.. dabble with things. You know, look things up?" Riiiight. Willow is 'good with Google'. That's her claim to fame.

"And I wasn't trying to set him up with meeee... oh. Heh." Willow flushes prettily. "I'm not bad with wards."

Nice save there, Willow. Nice. Save.

Sam Winchester has posed:
"I'm getting that," Sam says about Willow's skills, sounding wary.

Then Willow explains it, or well, he thinks she does.

"Oh, you just look stuff up? Like rote spells. Wards, banishings?" he breathes easier. Heck. That's what Sam did too. "For a minute there I thought you were saying you were witch or something."

Buffy Summers has posed:
At that sentence, Buffy opens her mouth. No words come out. She closes it. Then she opens it again, looking toward Willow. Still no words. This time she crams her piece of pizza into her mouth so she doesn't continue doing a goldfish imitation.

This is all Willow now.

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
Willow blinks owlishly at Sam - looking an odd mixture of both confused, and ever so slightly put out (did we mention she's a red?).

"And just what's wrong with being a witch?"

Her tones do a glissando over her usual chipper and cheerful self right on through to indignation and a titch of pride over who and what she is. She might not have taken Buffy's suggestion that she pat her own back very well, but seemingly putting her skills into question was more than enough to get the young woman's attention.

"I do not just *look* things up." She thrusts her laptop at Sam. "You try it. You go looking for that book. Go on."

Sam Winchester has posed:
"Uh? They get power from demons?" Sam says looking a bit confused and put out himself. "And don't get me started on the curses."

Granted, Sam's exposure was limited to a single coven, but they made an impression.

When the laptop is thrust in his direction, Sam holds up his hands. "I meant looking up magic stuff, like what you guys were saying it sounded like you dabbled with magic. I am sure your Google Fu is excellent."

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
Willow's eyes widen into round saucers of disbelief.

"We get our power from *where*? Just who brought you up anyway? Dingos?"

She tugs her laptop back, and natters away, "I do not look up magic stuff. I mean, I do. I do look up magic stuff, but.. demons?"

Again with the disbelief. "And it is not Google fu!"

It's honestly hard to tell if she's more put out that Sam thinks witches are akin to demons by association, or that he's just ranked her as slightly above your everyday Google user.

Sam Winchester has posed:
"Hey," Sam says getting up. "Lay off my family."

Though if Sam was being honest with himself? Dingos wasn't a bad description for being raised by dad and Dean. Well, some of the time. Still, principle of the thing.

"And yes, demonic pacts, I've seen it, hell I've been cursed by them. Your standard, soul for power sort of thing. You're telling me different?" he asks.

The momentary burst of anger gone, Sam, gingerly sits back down, picking up his laptop to avoid crushing.

He leaves the Google Fu thing alone for now.

Buffy Summers has posed:
"Everyone take a deep breath," Buffy says after swallowing her bite of pizza. "Sam, no one in this house made any pacts with any demons. In fact, we both have taken out a few of them."

She sets down the rest of the piece of pizza, wiping her hands. "Willow is a witch but not that kind of witch. She also is the best I've seen at finding obscure information. The only person I can think of that might be on the same level with her is my Watcher and considering he's really, really old, that's saying she's awesome."

She watches him closely. "Now you have your thing you do, we have ours. No judging and saying that one is better than the other."

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
Willow's features fall into disappointment. "He said I dallied with demons. As if." A pffft of sound escaping the girl. "That's the meanest thing anyone has ever said to me. Ever."

Probably not true, but it likely does rank up there. She is really rather on the far left of the nice list when it comes naughty&nice. She says *sugar* for gosh's sakes!

A faint mottling of blush marks her cheekbones at Buffy's praise of her. "Gee, that's so nice of you. I mean, I'm okay, and all. See? That's why you're my beste. You always know the right things to say."

That and they do make an awesome pair.

Sam gets a shake of head. "Witches don't *have* to get their power from demons. In fact, that's really not how most of us do. It's usually something within you. The only way you have to make a deal with anyone is to enhance what you've got, or to get power you didn't have in the first place."

Sam Winchester has posed:
Sam makes what Dean might call his 'bitch face' as he considers the facts. Slayers, good witches... Also if half of it was true and they were bad, he didn't like his chances.

He lets out a sigh. "Talk about more things in Heaven and Earth than dreamed of in my philosophy," he mumurs and then a beat later adds. "God, that was totally nerdy."

He carries on, hands raised.

"Anyhow, all for settling down," he says. "Buffy's the Slayer, Willow's the good witch, I got it. But you guys are right we all do our own thing our own way and if we're going to have to open our minds."

A beat.

"Okay, I have to. Point is. I'm sorry. Especially the part about dallying with demons."

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
The apology may well have been spoken in a crowded bar with disco music thumping a body shaking beat for all Willow seems to notice it.

"Did you know," she geeks at Sam, "That that quote is very likely terribly misused? People think it means that we should accept and acklowledge the existence of the paranormal, and the supernatural, when really, it's probable that what Hamlet was saying was philosophy is flawed exactly because it can't encompass or describe all experiences."

She grins, and her fingers expectedly flash across her keyboard. "It's really rather ironic that you're using it to defend the paranormal when we live in a world populated by mutants and gods amongst us, while Hamlet was arguing for a strict Theocracy."

If either thought she was looking that up, they'd be wrong. But it did give her some ideas of other avenues to pin down the research on this sect, and the undead priest.

Sam Winchester has posed:
Sam blinks in the face of the geek storm.

"God, this what being my brother must feel like," he remarks sounding a little stunned.

"Meant it more like there is more to the world than what I expected," he says before looking over at Buffy. "You got it right?"

Buffy Summers has posed:
"I got it. Which isn't encouraging since I'm not the brains of the outfit," Buffy says with a bit of a smirk. She knows she's the brawn. "I mean I have a brain and use it but I'm way outgunned with her around." She jerks a thumb at her bestie. "I thought it meant the same thing you did."

She looks over at Willow. "Play nice now. He apologized. But..." She starts to get to her feet, slinging the messenger bag over her. "I want to go check out this cemetary instead of doing my usual patrol tonight. I'll leave you two to dig up the information on the sect and the book and anything else you are digging up. Well, other than priests. Since someone apparently already did that for us."

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
Willow isn't put out in the least about Buffy's making like her geekery just made a whoosh noise over her head. "Oh, it's okay. I just never had anyone tell me I was a demon before."

As if. And he hadn't said she was as demon, but it's Willow, so some things can be forgiven if you can follow the scattered dots of her never straight lines.

"Uh.. Sure you don't want to take Sam with you? He's the one with the bam pow."

And he knows where the cemetary is.

Sam Winchester has posed:
Sam nods, "I'll take it," he says with a smile a Buffy's support.

With the mention of the graveyard and the suggestion of going Sam says, "I'm pretty sure my nerdery has me on team research right now, but, I'm game to go," he looks over to see where Buffy's leaning on this. "Though if you go solo, keep your eyes open for a chain, it was holding the crypt doors closed, had runes on it, might be worth checking out, and if nothing else, if there's something evil still there, it'd probably leave more than a dent in anything you hit with it."

Buffy Summers has posed:
For a long moment, Buffy doesn't answer as she regards Sam. Then she finally shrugs. "If you want. Just don't get in my way if anything goes down. I know you have skills so don't get offended," she adds hastily. "Just we don't know each other's styles and it could lead to us getting in each other's way instead of helping. Hopefully it'll just be us nosing around and nothing to worry about."

Like /that/ has ever happened.

"Willow, you keep digging. See where the next piece of the puzzle might be so we can start trying to get there ahead of the bad guys." She picks up a last slice of pizze, folds it in half, and heads toward the door.

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
Willow? Already digging. And looking pleased with herself.

"Oh! Runes? Say, if you two find that, can you bring it back.. uh..I'm sure you know to be careful and all. But that might give us some clues."

By us, Willow means Willow, seeing as she's the one doing the looking up of things, even if Sam is on Team Geek."

Sam Winchester has posed:
"I get it," Sam says as he pushes himself up out of the chair and bends to grab his messenger bag. "And totally not offended. We can talk tactics on the way overt."

He straightens and digs into his pocket and pulls out car keys. "Plus, bonus is if you promise not to laugh, I've got a ride," he says as he follows after Buffy. He missed Baby, his Cricket, was well...not Baby.

"Will bring it back if we find it, and um, sorry again about the demon thing," he calls back to Willow as he heads on out the door.