Owner	Pose
Erika Kristasdottir	Erika Kristasdottir had some time today to slip home and take care of a couple of things before dusk. With her current load out, she was being extra careful to be well out of town before it started getting dark. She also dropped her friend a text, but she hadn't heard anything back so far, so... Anyway, she has a bit of extra time, and she has been putting out feelers for 'super powered martial arts fights', specifically for ones where things might be being lost or misplaced. Unfortunately a bit of a long shot. But she keeps hearing tickers in her own backyard. So now? She's snooping around in an empty parking lot looking for a stick. Which may or may not be cursed. Lets chalk this up to 'poor impulse control'. It made for an odd, vague follow up text to Dawn, with an address.
Buffy Summers	Running around in Sunnydale anywhere after dark is a bad idea. But when Dawn gets the message, she passes it on to her sister, and so it's not going to be the brunette Summers, but the blonde one, who will move to try and find Erika before worse things find her.
Erika Kristasdottir	It's still sunny. For now. Erika picks through the grass by the parking lot carefully, checking her phone frequently. Right about the time you come walking up, she is digging out a worn wooden rod, broken on one end, carved in runes that aren't readable from a distance. She frowns a bit and looks in the grass for the other end.
Buffy Summers	Buffy approaches. She /vaguely/ remembers Erika; the other girl was a freshman when Buffy was a senior. But, then, that was when a giant snake exploded the school during the graduation ceremony. The blonde closes in. "Hey there...Erika?" she asks, inquisitively.
Erika Kristasdottir	Erika Kristasdottir spins and holds up her fists and a sharpened stake held behind her arm, mostly concealed, but pretty obvious to someone who regularly uses sharp bits of wood for violent reasons. It is maybe not the best balanced one you have ever seen, but definitely a sharp pointy piece of hardwood. "Who is it?" She frowns and digs through her memory, you LOOK familiar, but the name hasn't clicked yet. The runic staff falls on the ground behind her and rolls back toward the curb.
Buffy Summers	Buffy is sort of the /expert/ on using sharp, pointy bits of wood. Heck, her favorite stake has a name. She looks over. "Dawn's sister, Buffy." she offers, as she looks over when the runic staff falls. "Soooo...not exactly the accessory of the season?" she nods to it.
Erika Kristasdottir	Erika Kristasdottir hmphs. "Last time I was in town, somebody tried to eat me. Then there was the swordfight at the lawn, and people keep getting attacked by cyborgs and stuff... I'm.. looking for useful stuff. It's complicated, I guess." She frowns, because she realizs her explanation is.. pretty incoherent. Why couldn't she have been bulletproof or something simple?
Buffy Summers	"Useful stuff." Buffy repeats. "You may want a better stake than that, if you're looking for something useful." There's a faint smile, intended to let the other girl know she's in on the weird stuff.
Erika Kristasdottir	Erika Kristasdottir looks at the stake. "Maybe, but I don't know how to make stakes. Or fight with them. I was channeling a badass assassin girl last time, and I used a /pencil/, and if I use any of her stuff, I'm going to get in trouble. My teachers are jerks." She frowns some and kicks a rock. The broken stick slides a couple inches along the curb, weakly, earning a suspicious glare.
Buffy Summers	Buffy opens her shoulder bag. "Here." She flips a stake, effortlessly timing the rotation so it'll be handle-end-first when it gets to Erika's hand. "I mean, it's nothing special, but I've had a lot of experience making them."
Erika Kristasdottir	Erika Kristasdottir catches the stake and looks at it, hmming. "Did you carry it around through a fight or anything?" She looks down at the rune stick sliding a bit farther. "Okay, I know that's not normal to be doing that. Should I be worrying about this?" She edges back toward you.
Buffy Summers	"Sure." Buffy says. Of COURSE her gear is working gear. "And it's not safe to be out here at night. So, while I wouldn't want you to HAVE to use it, at least if you have it, you can. What's the stick?"
Erika Kristasdottir	Erika Kristasdottir frowns. "I don't know. Somebody posted that they saw what looked like a kung fu fight out here the other day between a guy with a staff and a guy with a sword or club or something. They said the staff got broken. It was.. pretty vague. So I figured while I was here.." The stick starts sliding along the curb, then bounces up into the air and falls onto the grass. "..O...kay?"
Buffy Summers	Buffy frowns. "Not the sort of behavior you expect in a garden-variety stick." She moves over towards the stick, to bend down and try to pick it up.
Erika Kristasdottir	The stick snaps together with another similar stick and rises suddenly from the grass, held by a pair of ghostly hands in a fighting position. Some wind blows around nearby. Erika Kristasdottir frowns. "Okay yeah, that's weird. What should I be doing here?" Just to be on the safe side, she peels off her right glove and pockets it, then grabs the stake, jerks, makes an incoherent noise, and closes her eyes, fluttering her eyelashes.
Buffy Summers	Buffy looks over, concerned. "Hey! You okay there?" she says, looking quickly between Erika and the stick, trying not to take her attention off either.
Erika Kristasdottir	Erika Kristasdottir takes a deep breath, blink, and shakes the static out of her head. "Whoo.. I'm fine, just getting ready with this thing if I need." She frowns some. "hey-" She shuts up suddenly and steps up, uncertain. The staffmoves a bit, then spins and strikes at Buffy's head! A windy breath of a voice hisses, "dddie, vampiiire!" as the staf twirls to strike again, ghostly outlines creeping up from the gloves along the arms.
Buffy Summers	Buffy is kind of the definition of trained combatant. Not to mention superhuman strength and reflexes. She snaps up an arm to block. "Uhh, kind of the opposite? Slayer, not vampire."
Erika Kristasdottir	The staff ghost fills in to the shoulders and neck, which looks distinctly chewed upon. It strikes again.. your skill is good enough to block, but those blocks with your arm HURT! then stabs with the somewhat sharpened (before the stick was damaged in the past) end. "Vaampire.. diiie..." Not a great listener, it is. Maybe because it has no ears yet? Who knows. Some ghosts just aren't very good at avoiding compulsive behavior, really. Erika Kristasdottir edges around to flank-ish the ghost, completely bewildered what to do in situations like this. "Okay, so what do you do with ghosts?"
Buffy Summers	Buffy frowns. "Fall back and get a magic expert. But, let me try this first." She'll snap out a full power kick at the staff...maybe she can break it.
Erika Kristasdottir	The staff snaps apart at the place it is already broken, and the ghost starts unraveling. The staff falls, snaps back together, and the ghost starts reforming again, bringing the staff up to a fighting position. Erika Kristasdottir ums, "Well, that looked like it /kind of/ worked, anyway.." She frowns. "Sorry, I don't have any souvenirs from people who know about ghosts and magic. Maybe if we stick the end in something?" She digs out a gardening mitt from her bag.
Buffy Summers	Buffy scowls. "Right now, I'll settle for buying some time." But Erika's idea is a good one. Buffy moves in to grab the staff and bring her palm across it at the weak point, but this time she'll keep hold of one piece if it works.
Erika Kristasdottir	The staff gets snapped apart again, then tries to pull itself back together, with a pretty easily resisted amount of strength resembling that of a kindergardener. It doesn't do anything else combative other than wiggling around to try to reconnect. Erika Kristasdottir fist pumps. "Awesome! Like.. I think THAT deals with that thing? Well, like, for now anyway." She looks around some. "Um, so anyways. Now what?"
Buffy Summers	Buffy considers. "Right now? I take this end off to someone who's more an expert." She looks to Erika. "Wanna come?" She'll offer.
Erika Kristasdottir	Erika Kristasdottir nods. "Sure! I might need to figure out how to get out of town without getting chewed on after that, is all. Maybe I can get a lift.." She tags along, pondering what to do now and checking the clock. "Um. Anyways. So.. Slayer, huh? That's super cool. I just do weird stuff with stuff I pick up."
Buffy Summers	Buffy blinks. Oh, yeah. She did drop that. "Yeaaaaah. That's something we're gonna have to talk about. C'mon." She gives a wave. "I can probably handle the out of town part."