ooc ↻ appointments & messages

[herotypical]

❮ buffy, when i said you could slay vampires and have a social life, i didn't mean at the same time! ❯

catch-all appointments & messages post for herotypical @ luceti; please title and date your top tag accordingly -- think of the childrentimelines! [ written ], [ voice ] & [ action ] are all viable. the addition of funky and hip song lyrics is also welcome (and maybe a little encouraged).

ATTENTION -- looking for old threads? previous appointment posts can be found here and here.

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[herotypical]

...They're full up?

[ she's so out of touch with apartment living. she'd never not stayed in a house, here in luceti. ]

August 29 | Afternoon | Action

[all7seas]

"Buffy?"

Jack was wary as he entered Good Spirits and approached the bar. Sword and pistols and ammunition were a constant for him, now: he was always well armed. Some of the Kincorans had gotten his pity and aid; others he would kill without hesitation to protect the Lucetians who had captured his loyalties.

Today, though, he had discovered the lack of transporter, and his fears centered around his boat. A decision had to be made.

[herotypical]

"The usual?" Buffy went straight to business and was already pouring him a mug of rum. After all, the bar was rather busy -- in a time like this, it seemed to be one of the few places where Lucetians and Kin'corans could interact with some semblance of friendship. Drink helped, she supposed.

It didn't matter that they'd recently nearly-quarrelled over his drinking. It didn't even really matter that they'd been quarrelling semi-frequently. She was at work and she was on her feet and somehow that was more tiring than it had ever been, before.

She sat the mug -- it was one of the few clean ones left in the place -- on a coaster.

[all7seas]

"No thanks, love." He leveled a gaze at her across the bar. "I think we should go."

[herotypical]

And now there was a whole bunch of rum sitting between them -- unclaimed. Buffy's shoulders dropped. Oh well. It wouldn't go unclaimed for long.

"I've got a full house. I can't just walk out, mid-shift. Not this time."

Not like usual.

[all7seas]

"It doesn't have to be right right now. Could be later, eh? Just...go. We two. Us."

What had happened during the Festival had made Jack jittery when it came to unexpected change. He was waiting for the hammer to fall, and this influx of Kincorans -- well, so far nothing doing, but his paranoia didn't care about that.

And her power had ebbed again.

"To the sea."

1/3

[herotypical]

"Later, sure. Later..."

2/3

[herotypical]

Wait.

"To the sea?"

3/3

[herotypical]

"...I'm not leaving the village, Jack."

[all7seas]

"Safer there! Possibly! And the Joanna...."

He should have killed the man. Should have killed killed

Daddy...no. Please.

"Just in case," he added in gentler tones. "In case anyone's wanting revenge."

[herotypical]

"...I can't. I--"

No. Can't was the wrong word. "I could be needed. Here. Vampires, or..."

Her voice also dropped. Buffy planted one hand on the bar and she leaned forward.

[all7seas]

"You won't."

She could; she wouldn't.


"I knew you wouldn't. Hero and such. Maybe possibly I need you. Maybe possibly I should have ---"

Killed.

[herotypical]

"If you wanna go, though? Well..."

I won't stop you. Buffy watched him. Waited.

[all7seas]

Jack picked up the rum. And drank.

His boat was out there, unprotected. He could better protect his woman out there.


His. His woman. The bar told the tale sure enough, what with all the carvings saying the same.

[herotypical]

I won't run.

Buffy pushed off the surface and grabbed at her bar rag. Even she could see that her approach was wrong. She deflated by a small measure or two. "I'll be fine. I'll pinky swear it, if you want me to."

[all7seas]

Would she forgive him if he.......?

Jack leaned closer, over the bar. "I want a hugging-oath. You? Hugging me. Only that will do."


Buffy Summers would never forgive him for kidnapping her. He would never forgive himself for letting her come to possible harm. At least she wouldn't be as vicious as Angelica was when it came down to it. At least she didn't have a doll.






At least she didn't have a voodoo doll.

[herotypical]

...A hugging-oath. It was the sort of thing she would have agreed to in a heartbeat -- weeks ago. But ever since the soul-sin had surfaced, they spent so much time at arm's length. There were exceptions: the mission kiss; the perfunctory affection; the late, exhausted snuggling on nights when love won out over heartache.

But Buffy nodded. "Lemme just fill a few more of these drink orders? First?"

[all7seas]

His heart got more and more broken with each rejection. It felt like a prickly, abandoned thing these days.

Everyone had scoffed at his soul-saving mission, save for a few. Yotsuba still seemed to believe in him, for one. Truly, though...it didn't seem to be working. It wasn't erasing anything. It wasn't winning her back. This became apparent with each passing day to Jack Sparrow -- with each cold night, save for those few where she accepted his affection.

He nodded at her and wondered how little affection she would grudge him in this particular hug. Then he considered how violent it might get before the end.

[herotypical]

A gin and tonic. A tall beer. A few more fine red wines. She worked fast and she worked skilfully, even if she didn't manage to work with much warmth. It wasn't that she didn't want to make the strangers feel welcome. Rather, she wasn't used to so much work. A smile with service became her last priority.

But after a good twenty minutes, she found enough downtime to slip from behind her bar and come up behind the pirate. She placed a hand tentatively on his elbow -- it was easier than speaking loudly over this din.

"Hey."

[all7seas]

"Annie. I've a question for you, love." Maybe they should go outside for this...

He didn't like the way two Kincorans in particular were looking at him.

[herotypical]

"And I, hopefully, have an answer."

Just maybe not the one he wanted, she thought -- thinking she knew the question to begin with.

[all7seas]

Jack tried to take her hand and lead the way outdoors. It was a gamble: maybe she would take his, or maybe she would cross her arms in that way she did and ignore his gesture.


Always a gamble, these days.

[herotypical]

He should have placed his bet on splitting the difference. Buffy did take his hand but she didn't allow herself to be led anywhere. Not without considerable hauling, at least.

"Use your words, hun."

[all7seas]

"Outside? Too loud in here. And I don't trust....


Outside, Annielove?"

[herotypical]

"You know," she scolded him mildly even as her feet began to move, "the less you trust them, the more they won't trust you back."