Owner	Pose
Phobos	"You realize that by my nature just being around here often precludes weird paranormal activity." A pause is heard as he sits there, perched on the back of a benchseat, his shoes upon the seat itself and his rear upon the back of the bench. "Other than myself, right?"     Alexander had decided to come along with on one of the Slayer's wandering walkabout patrols that leads one hither and yon, only now sharing this small aspect to life around beings a supernatural persuasion. "Strange's Law of Selective Manifestation." He nods sagely as he speaks.     "When, all other factors being equal, the greater supernatural entity crowds out the presence of the lesser. Unless acted upon by stronger motive elements." He gives a nod.     "Or in normal people speak, big dog scares off little dog."
Buffy Summers	"You sure it works that way?" Buffy was sitting on the seat near him, on one of the walking pathes setup in the cemetary. Because after all, that is where vampires generally were born. People found them, buried their loved ones, having no idea their loved ones would be coming back and looking for lunch. Thus when there was a death from Spontaneous Neck Rupture reported in the local news, she did her research to confirm where the body would be buried. Then she went to deal with the problem that would come clawing out of the grave in short order. "I mean, I supposed that might work most times but when your father was here, it seemed to make things worse. Or maybe it was just bad timing."
Phobos	"I don't know, honestly." Alexander chews his lower lip eyebrows rising. "I think he attributes weirdness based around one entity as primarily connected to that entity. But I'm not a mage." Which is how he washes his hands of all responsibility. Even as he digs into his pocket and produces a small glass bottle.     "Strawberry milk?" He offers it to her first.     If she's not fast enough, however, he twists the cap off and takes a sip, getting the smallest hint of a pink mustache on his blond facial hair.     "So this is how you spend your free time."
Buffy Summers	"You just carry around milk in your pocket?" The question was asked in a way to point out he was the crazy one. Not her, as the person sitting in a cemetary waiting for a vampire to dig out of the grave in order to kill it. She was normal. Buffy shook her head negatively. "This is not how I spend my free time. My free time generally involves going to a nice club and getting my dance on. Sadly, that is a night time activity and instead, I get the super fun pastime of sitting in the cold waiting for monsters so I can fight them." She sighed softly as she tucked her hands into her pockets. "I miss the old days sometimes. Just sitting around with my friends, supporting the latest cause with dances and painting signs, going to the mall to get new clothes or the movies. Before all..." She rolled her eyes at the atmosphere they were sitting in. "This."
Phobos	"Well, Nesquik?" He asks as he looks a the bottle, turning it a little on its side. "Does that count?" He then starts to peruse the ingredients and nods, "Yeah it has milk, sugar, beet juice concentrate, less than 2% of artificial flavor, citric acid, and salt."     A pause as he nods, then takes another sip.     As she speaks he listens to her and smiles a little. "Did you know it was my birthday the other day? You're a bad friend for not remembering." He said that with an utter casual ease, just throwing those words out there as if they made sense to what she was saying.     But then he elaborates and it perhaps makes more sense. "We're both getting older." His eyes distanced a little as he looks across the way, then he looks back. "We're closer to thirty than to twenty now. Life's moving on. Natural to look back."     He lifts his chin a little, looking to the night sky. "Might be because I'm with someone who is... a good bit older than me. But I find myself sort of viewing things from a larger scope. I think. Could be because of time passing too. Still. You shouldn't begrudge yourself for feeling that way."
Buffy Summers	"Well, I don't know about that," Buffy protested at the idea they were getting older. Because she didn't feel old. Though, actually, she felt very old sometimes. To the extreme. "I'm only 25. And right back at you on the birthday. Mine was in January. Completely missed that text or phone call or card in the mail from you." A hint of a smile though as she shook her head. "Not that I try to do anything for my birthday. Every time I ever try, it's like the bad things know and everything goes insane for the day. So I just pretend it's any other day if I can get away with it." She tilted her head though as she considered him. "Good bit older? Like a cougar? Are you a kept man?" she added mischieviously.
Phobos	"Oh you mean the time where I was trapped in a HYDRA base? So sorry I didn't overpower my guard and text you happy birthday." The rising tone of his voice, the incredulity she'd hear, it was sooo accusatory. And yet there was a lilt of amusement to it, a hint of laughter as he wasn't entirely serious about it.     Yet he looks back at her, amusement in his gaze. "But yah, I sorta dread mine and play it low key for the most part. Try to do something small with my... significant otherness. If my family ever remembers it's... fraught with peril."     Then when Buffy presses he answers her, lying ever so slightly as he tells her. "Well, Natasha is... well into her thirties. I'll let you call her a Cougar if you like. That might be amusing to watch her kick your ass." Those last few words are delivered with a sharp tempo, but tempered with his smile.
Buffy Summers	"Pretty sure I would die a horrible death so, for once, I'll keep my mouth shut," Buffy opted, erring on the side of survival. For she knew who Natasha was and that woman was scary as hell. Even to a Slayer. And she didn't even know the details. She just knew the woman was an Avenger and supposedly was just a highly skilled human with no powers so that was terrifying she could hold her own on a team with literal gods. At least Buffy had Slayer gifts to her name to be hanging with Olympians. "Usually I just get Willow to make me some of her famous chocolate chip cookies. I have never tasted better anywhere," she adds in case he is not aware of this ultimate goodness. "But honestly, I am old for a Slayer. Most don't live to see 25. I guess that should count for something? I have always known I'm living on borrowed time. Died once already but too stubborn to stay gone." A shake of the head and another slight smile. "Though that was more Xander's doing than anything on my part."
Phobos	"Really?" Alexander seems brought up short by the revelation that Slayers don't last that long. His eyebrows rise in reflection as he considers that, head tilting to the side. "I didn't know they were... so rapidly deployed." A polite way of phrasing how quickly they fell due to their duties.     A nod is given in answer to her bringing up that first death. Then he asks, "What did you experience when you died? Like did you bring anything of your afterlife experience back?" His brow knits slightly before he adds. "Things are supposedly going to change for me when I have my first death. So I'm... curious."
Buffy Summers	"Not really for me. But I'm not an Olympian and we aren't technically supposed to have multiple deaths, even as a Slayer," Buffy offered apologetically. "So not sure my experience will help but..." She let the thought fade away a moment then considered, thinking back to what might be the second worst moment of her life. In the life she led, it was traumatic and had affected her for a few years there. "I remember the Master biting me and I remember the world going sort of dark. Then I remember water and after that, nothing but sort of warmth. Then I was on the ground with Xander doing resuscitation on me. But when I woke back up, it was like I was renewed. Refreshed. I felt more powerful than I'd ever been. It was enough I was able to take The Master down pretty easily after. But then it was the pscyhological scarring after. Nightmares. Fear of dying again. Even of drowning. But I eventually made it back to my bright, cheerful self." Which is when the dirt started to move on the grave. "Excuse me, need to go dust someone. Be right back." And she hopped to her feet, pulling a stake out of the inside of her jacket and preparing to do battle.