.:007:. - Of Battles and Victories.

[hexhax.livejournal.com]

[Willow appears on the Plane, looking very disgruntled. And bloody. Only some of it is her own, though. She takes a few steps in before flopping on the ground and laying on her back, staring at the Plane's sky. Not tired physically, but emotionally.

After a few moments, she sits up Indian style, tilting her head and looking at her ruined clothes, not seeming to care about the blood in her hair and on her face from wounds that have already healed.]

Anyone know a good dry cleaner? I mean, a really good one? I could always count this dress off as a loss, but darn if I hadn't finally got it to fit just right. Also, despite my hair, I really don't think red's my color.

I prefer green. Or blue. Blue's nice...

... I hate surprise attacks. Really.

Comments

[hexhax.livejournal.com]

I've been facing them since I was in high school; I know my vampires. Seriously though, they weren't much once I got my bearings. Not that I'm trying to brag or anything, they just. Weren't.

[contract_star]

I...see. [Nooot gonna tell her about Diva.] So you killed them all?

[hexhax.livejournal.com]

Yep! They're all dust now.

[contract_star]

So vampires...they're all evil in your world?

[hexhax.livejournal.com]

Not all! A couple of them have souls and are actually not that bad.

[contract_star]

Ah, okay. Interesting.

[hexhax.livejournal.com]

Have good vampires in your world, I'm guessing?

[contract_star]

Oh, no. As far as I know, there are no vampires in my world. But you hear stories, certainly.

[hexhax.livejournal.com]

Gotcha. [She sighs, pulling apart hair that's been stuck together by blood.] Man. I just took a shower, too...

[contract_star]

Do you...want a towel?

[hexhax.livejournal.com]

Eh, it's all dry now. No point. I should leave and go take a shower, but Kennedy would flip if she saw me like this.

[A pause.]

... Is there a shower here?

[contract_star]

I'm afraid not. You could bring one, though. People have brought baths before.