Graveyard: Friday Night

[bigbadgunn.livejournal.com]

Yep. Another week has rolled by and once again Gunn is back in the graveyard doing his weekly patrol among the gravestones.

And even though nothing has changed in the last umpteen weeks on patrol, he still checks every damn grave for any signs of disturbances or changes that might have occurred from the week before. Of course there were no changes and there probably wouldn't be but that wasn't going to stop Gunn from doing the same damn thing as before.

Why? Hey, it's all about the mission.

[Open for the next hour or two and then SP until late tonight.]

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[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

Wesley had hated those few patrols he'd done in Sunnydale, but he had gotten in the habit of doing them, so he figured he might as well keep up the habit here in Fandom. Armed with four stakes and an axe, he went to the graveyard, doing the whole newbie routine of cayying a map and checking it at every corner. He entered the gates and looked around, squinting because it was dark. He couldn't spot anything overtly vampiric, like uprooted graves or any of the typical Sunnydale hallmarks, but he did see someone walking around. Huh. He hadn't really expected to see vampires here. He pulled out a stake and broke into a run, then skidded to a halt right beforehand, chickening out.

[bigbadgunn.livejournal.com]

Gunn had been intent on checking the gravestones until he heard the noise of someone or something coming in his direction.

Pulling out a stake and feeling the adrenaline beginning to pump, Gunn turned... and saw the guy who bumped into him at the picnic.

"Man, what the hell do you think you're doing?" he growled rolling his eyes and putting the stake away.

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

"I - patrolling!" Wes exclaimed indignantly, punctuating his words by waving the stake in the air.

[bigbadgunn.livejournal.com]

Gunn let out a scoff of amusement at that. "For what? Scones?"

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

"For vampires, you nit," Wesley retorted. "What on earth else would one be doing in a cemetery in the middle of the night?"

[bigbadgunn.livejournal.com]

"You're hunting for vampires," Gunn said in disbelief. "Is that what you're calling it? Because you'll have better luck with the scones at the God of Biscuits."

[Heading AFK in about fifteen minutes but will be pinging in throughout the evening in a slowplayish manner. Plus? I <3 your Wes.]

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

"Excuse me," Wes declared, scandalized, "but I'll have you know I was trained by the Watchers' Academy of England to be fully prepared to combat vampires and demons of all sorts. Perhaps you should be the one evaluating your own readiness for such a situation."

Just because nobody dissed scones without getting an earful.

[That's cool, whenever you can is fine. Couldn't pass up this opportunity to have Wes patrol with Gunn... hee. And thanks so much! I like your Gunn a whole bunch as well!]

[bigbadgunn.livejournal.com]

"Yeah? Is that why you're letting one sneak up on you right now?" Gunn said as he whipped out his stake and went into a combat stance.

There of course was no vampire in the graveyard at the moment let alone getting ready to attack. Yes. Gunn thought he was funny.

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

Wes spun around frantically, stake at the ready, arms hovering over his bent knees. "Where?" he hissed.

[bigbadgunn.livejournal.com]

And that would be Gunn having a hearty laugh at Wes's expense.

"Oh, yeah. You're ready for anything," he said wiping his eyes.

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

"Oh, yes," Wes snarked. "While your dismissive attitude makes it perfectly safe for you to be hunting vampires. Such behavior is fully appropriate for this setting."

He did his best to look stern and lectury.

[bigbadgunn.livejournal.com]

Gunn's posture shifted as he stepped forward to scowl at Wes. "And you think I can't handle myself against a vampire? Just who do you think you're talking to, English?"

[wesleynotponcy.livejournal.com]

Wes stuck his chin up and retorted, "I believe I am talking to an immature amateur with no sense of propriety. And my name is Wesley Wyndam-Pryce, not, as you put it, 'English.'"

[inneedofcoffee.livejournal.com]

It was too hot out. Much, much too hot to stay indoors on an evening like this.

That somehow translated to Maladicta taking in the sights of the local cemetery. Perhaps in some odd attempt to see if any Igors resided here and no one knew about it.

Instead she found a dark man, prowling about like he owned the place. Interesting, that. "Out for a stroll?"

[bigbadgunn.livejournal.com]

"Yeah," Gunn said in a jesting tone. "The night air does wonders for my complexion. And you?"

[inneedofcoffee.livejournal.com]

"Finding my way around town," Maladicta replied, stepping into time along side him. "Maladicta."

[bigbadgunn.livejournal.com]

"Gunn," he said by way of introduction. "And by finding your way around town, you'd thought you'd hang on in a cemetery?"

[inneedofcoffee.livejournal.com]

"It seemed like the place to be." Well, other people were there, right?

[bigbadgunn.livejournal.com]

"Yeah. It's just a happening social spot," Gunn said sarcastically. "People are just dying to get in here."

[inneedofcoffee.livejournal.com]

"And are you one of those people?"

[bigbadgunn.livejournal.com]

"Nah. I'm like the neighborhood watch," Gunn smirked. "Making sure everything's safe."

[inneedofcoffee.livejournal.com]

The corner of Maladicta's lips turned up at that. "I feel safer already."

[bigbadgunn.livejournal.com]

"Well you should be," Gunn said posing just a little bit. "Me and my crew back home have been taking out nasties for a long time."

[inneedofcoffee.livejournal.com]

Oh, this should be interesting. "What sorts of 'nasties' would these be?"

[bigbadgunn.livejournal.com]

"Demons. Monsters. Vampires," Gunn said in a cocky fashion. "Mostly vampires. Damn things overran my neighborhood and tried to make most of us dinner."