[After a highly successful move into her new base of operations, house number seven, Buffy is picking up the patrol slack. After all, a winter wonderland does not mean that evil takes a day off. Quite the opposite, she imagined. A snowy landscape was like a cruel place to her and she could believe that evil liked that kind of thing. Well, evil plus Santa Claus. Which was a total mind-path that she was not going to follow. Not today, at any rate.
Our intrepid Slayer is kitted out to best of her abilities. Cutesy knit mittens and a matching hat. Puffy white boots. A fashionable but still serviceable and warm jacket tops it off. After all, just because it's cold outside doesn't mean she has to suffer.
She has made her preliminary sweep of the outskirts and is focusing her attention more centrally. The sun has started to set and slowly, Buffy's eyes were adjusting to the growing dark.
Who knows what kind of things you could run into at this time of evening?]
Our intrepid Slayer is kitted out to best of her abilities. Cutesy knit mittens and a matching hat. Puffy white boots. A fashionable but still serviceable and warm jacket tops it off. After all, just because it's cold outside doesn't mean she has to suffer.
She has made her preliminary sweep of the outskirts and is focusing her attention more centrally. The sun has started to set and slowly, Buffy's eyes were adjusting to the growing dark.
Who knows what kind of things you could run into at this time of evening?]
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