The Graveyard: Thursday Evening

[cantjossme.livejournal.com]

It had been a long time since Mel had visited the old graveyard. It was kind of like visiting an old friend. As usual, there were no vampires or monsters in sight. Just Mel, her scythe and bunch of tombstones. After a day of hopping portals ("Rutting Portalocity not having a direct portal.") it was actually kind of relaxing. Kind of like visiting an old friend. Except it was a graveyard.

"Everyone here still dead? Rocketship. Just checking."

[OOC: *hugs the old patrolling ground* Open of course.]

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[iruinenglish.livejournal.com]

Buffy was still happily showing Giles around, though she'd at least come down a little bit from acting like an overexcited puppy. "And this is the graveyard, where I patrol and nothing ever ever happens," she was saying. "And I-"

She paused, and turned to Giles. "There's not usually a girl here."

[cantjossme.livejournal.com]

"Summers!" Mel called out with a wave. "Fancy meeting you here in the middle of a graveyard. When you get back from Sunnydale?"

[iruinenglish.livejournal.com]

"...I told you there have been three me's, right?" Buffy told Giles quietly.

She waved back at Mel. "Got the wrong Buffy Summers. Happens all the time!" Waaaay too all the time.

[cantjossme.livejournal.com]

Mel rolled her eyes and sighed. "Rutting island. I've only met two of you. Figures I'll meet a third. Only one Giles, though. I'm Mel. Alumni and slayer from the future."

[onceuponatattoo.livejournal.com]

Giles was divided on which part to start from. "Slayer from the future?" he asked.

And then as an afterthought, "Did you just say you'd met a me"

[cantjossme.livejournal.com]

"About two hundred years or so," she said leaning against a gravestone. "And there was a magic store in town when I went to school here that you ran. Or rather a different you. But you were all pretty British and whatnot."

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

"Oh, right, there are more Slayers here!"

Sokka waved. "Yo, Buffy! And, uh... Jules, right?"

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

"I THOUGHT I might find you here," Sokka announced with a grin, as he walked up to her. "And man, it sucks that you missed the one week they WEREN'T still dead. Sorry about that."

Now there was a sword hanging from his belt where his club normally went, he wasn't too sure what to do with the club, so he was sort of holding it awkwardly. "How was your trip?"

[cantjossme.livejournal.com]

"Rutting transfers. Got stuck in Jersey during the 1970's for an hour before I got here," she said reaching out to give him a rib-crushing hug. "What's with the new hardware?"

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

Sokka hugged her back, grinning. "You like it? I made it myself, out of a spaceship hull! I decided the club's not really all that great, especially not when I'm going to be up against Fire Nation soldiers. They've all got swords; why shouldn't I?"

[cantjossme.livejournal.com]

"Oh great," Mel teased. "Please tell me you haven't cut your legs off training with it."

[sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com]

Sokka smirked. "Yup. Cut 'em right off, only just yesterday. Good thing I had spares."

[cantjossme.livejournal.com]

"Dork," she said rolling her eyes. "I'm amazed they let you play with sharp objects."

[the_merriest]

So. Could an orange ball of hyper run fast enough to tackleglomp a Slayer? Or would the Slayer assume she was a lurk and attack?

If you had absolutely no common sense, this seemed like a really cool idea to try out.

[cantjossme.livejournal.com]

It was a good thing for both Rikku and Mel that the slayer in question would barely even think that she'd be attacked in this graveyard.

She also didn't see her coming.

Which is why Mel was probably falling to the ground in said tackleglomp.

"Rikku! Hi!"

[the_merriest]

"You're back!" Rikku laughed, falling to the ground herself with an ooph. JUST ADD CHIMIS. "How's the future? Is it all rocketship?"

See, she paid attention.

[cantjossme.livejournal.com]

MMMMM! CHIMIS! "Good enough," she laughed. "Ready for the big graduation?"

[the_merriest]

"Nooooooooo," she sighed. "I'm gonna miss everyone like crazy. Is it hard? I mean, just ... leaving? 'Cause maybe I can dye my hair black and pretend I'm somebody else, yeah?"

[cantjossme.livejournal.com]

"I had my own issues with leaving last year," Mel smirked. "But it's not so bad. People call and you can catch up with the madness at school and other people's lives. I'm not sure if dying your hair black will help with pretending. Not that I'm one to talk about dyed hair."

[sonofmogh.livejournal.com]

With classes over and nothing to do for the rest of the week, Worf had taken to patrolling the island. Especially with family members and visitors coming to the island, it was a good idea to make sure security was maintained.

And for some reason he thought it would be good to take a short cut through the graveyard.

[cantjossme.livejournal.com]

No. No. Rutting. Way.

The island must of missed her because it just provided a RUTTING demon. In her graveyard.

She had her scythe pulled out and was making a run at him.

"DEMON!"

[sonofmogh.livejournal.com]

Worf heard the warning and yanked out his bat'leth as he scanned the immediate area for demons. After the Zombies, demon seemed like something that could invade the island.

"Where?!" he shouted.

[cantjossme.livejournal.com]

Mel was running towards the demon at full speed. She lashed out with her scythe and followed it up with a spinning kick.

"You are NOT going to disrupt this weekend!" she shouted. "Not on my watch!"

[sonofmogh.livejournal.com]

Worf barely had time to parry and then block the kick from the girl.

"Why are you attacking me?" he demanded.

[cantjossme.livejournal.com]

"No invasions!" Mel yelled as she swung her scythe again. "At least not until the graduation ceremony! It's tradition!"