socoolbrewster | { 01 } how cheerfully he seems to grin how neatly spreads his claws

Heyyy, what's shakin', bacon?

...See, it's funny because you're food. Just a bunch of walking milkshakes.

[He snickers, a slightly unhinged little laugh, and it's clear that aside from the deathly pale skin and too-dark glint of his eyes there is something seriously Not Right about him. You may have seen him in the hallways earlier, he was skulking around for a few hours before deciding to post something.]

But anyway. I'm getting a very...Jason X vibe here. Maybe Alien: Resurrection. It's interesting. Kinda cool. Dark. I like it.

[Evil leans back in the chair, as relaxed as a tiger stalking its prey from afar, and smirks. Behind him you can see a room that looks almost stereotypically "nerdy teenage boy"; movie posters from just about every horror movie known to man paper the walls, interspersed with ones for various video games and the occasional map or hand-drawn attempt. The only thing that doesn't quite seem to fit is the large wooden crate stuck in the middle of the room.]

Chuckles, you out there? Because if this is some kind of fucked up newbie hunter joke I am so gonna kill you. And it's gonna be messy as fuck.

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[The kick connects, and he goes stumbling right into the wall, connecting with it with an audible "thunk". He snarls and bares a mouthful of shark teeth, features shifting further because WTF. By the time the jump and the fist come around he's on the defensive again, ducking out of the way and swiping at her unprotected belly as he moves.]

And with a vocabulary like that I'd mistake you for my grandma. Who the fuck says "mook"?

[Okay, so, that's... New.

It's a very different type of vamp-face, but not one that unsettles her.] Here I thought you were a fan of my show, Ed. I say mook. [The swipe gets her shirt and leaves a light scratch on her belly. This only succeeds in making her more brutal. With a glare sharp in her hazelgreen eyes, she stops holding back and goes into full swing, each movement precise, strong, very fast, and purposeful.] You ruined my shirt.

[Buffy's unleashing a flurry of hits with her fists, mixing it up every third or fourth punch with a knee to his gut or a kick to his knees. Not holding back, wanting to cause some real damage. At the end of this burst of violent energy, she's reaching to grab him with one strong, sure arm, and push him against the wall.]

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[He manages to hold his own at the beginning, giving as good as he gets and fighting tooth and nail, but he can't move fast enough, can't sustain it, can't hit as hard as before or maneuver around her as easily, and before long he's hissing and snarling as the blows land rather than smirking as he returns with his own, retreating as they do until he's finally got his back to the wall. He spits and snarls, straining against the force pinning him there, clearly pissed at the situation, and he reaches out to grab her throat; two can play this game.]

What the fuck? You're cheating.

[...Somehow. HE'S BETTER THAN THIS.]

[His hand nearly catches her throat, but she responds promptly to that with a forceful headbutt, and a quick backhand, swiping his arm away in the process. Buffy shakes him, slamming him hard against the wall.]

You're new at this, aren't you?

[Buffy is void of her usual smirk, taunt, and light in her eyes. She's looking at him with what only could be described as the look of the Slayer. Feral, ancient, fierce. Powerful.]

You ready to listen, Ed? Or am I going to have to keep making vampire paste?

[There's an audible crack as his head hits the wall, and an accompanying growl of pain, but he shakes it off quickly. Tension's strung so tight he practically hums as he strains forward again, teeth bared, glaring at her in barely restrained fury; he's better than this, he knows he is, but he can't follow through, she's everywhere all at once and he can't keep up. Ordinarily her own glare might check him; it certainly would have Before. But new circumstances, new setting, and he doesn't hurt much more than he did before.

Certainly not as much as an ax to the neck did.

He smirks back, but where before it was all amusement and leftover hero worship of a sort, now it's thoroughly predator. A predator with its back to the wall and nowhere to go.

He can wait for an opening.]

Is that what you're doing? 'Cause I think you need to check your definition; I think I got worse on a regular basis when I was still human. [He actually snickers at that. It might not actually be all that funny, but Ed seems to find it amusing enough.]

[Energizer bunny of vampires, Buffy; you're going to have to make him seriously hurt if you want him to stop, otherwise he'll just keep coming -- his breed's a stubborn bunch of fuckers.]

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