Xander Harris
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Post by Xander Harris on May 5, 2009 18:25:06 GMT 1
"Stupid G-Man and his stupid tweed with his stupid foggy glasses!" Xander pouted as he punched the punching bag a few more times. The dark haired second in command in Misery only to Buffy was upset both physical and emotional due to some of Mr. Rupert Giles comments and demands over the phone a few hours ago. "Why does he insist that I'm a Watcher! When I'm not!" Xander yelled and punched the poor bag a few more times. The singled eyed original Scooby loved Giles like a father, it's just that he had no right to call up and start barking orders. This was Xander's territory not some former Ripper dudes job.
The reluctant Watcher was physically exhausted as sweet poured down his face and shirtless muscular chest. He has just some sweet pants on along with his old workout gloves. "I'm not being professional! Well sorry Mr. Snooty Pants! Mr. I'm Old and pissed because I haven't got layed since JFK's assassination! Get some porn and deal! Xander said as he mocked Giles's British Accent. "But not Willow, can do no wrong, I'm sorry Giles I don't like reading your stupid old musty smelling books!" as Xander paraded the bag with lefts and rights. "Don't call me G-Man, Xander! Don't get Twinkie on the books, Xander! Please be quiet Xander! So what if I accidentally destroyed a million dollar grocery store, Buffy does it all the time! She doesn't get yelled at! How else am I suppose to take out a Vamp nest! Go in all gung hoe, Rambo style! I'm not a dam slayer Giles!" Xander punched the bag one last time and sighed. "Dam that felt good, now I know why and how Buffy gets all that anger out." Xander chuckled to himself.
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Twain Saber
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Post by Twain Saber on May 6, 2009 4:12:39 GMT 1
Slayers head quarters. All big and shiny. Very big and shiny. It would be impossible to miss if you came across it, but it was a bit out of the eye of the public so not many came across it. It consisted of mainly Slayers and their allies. They were very protected and no one who was not supposed to be there was. You couldn’t just waltz in there because you felt like it.
Then why was Twain there?
Twain, was not a slayer. Nor was she an ‘ally’. She was a mutant who enjoyed going out and killing demons for practice. She had no quarrel with the slayers. That was why she was here. She just wanted to clear up the fact that she had no immediate plans to kill them in their sleep. Unfortunately it seamed as though the slayers were rather hostile. So Twain had come a’banging on the HQ door. After several minutes of talking to a watcher and convincing him she just wanted to talk, they let her in.
Twain supposed she couldn’t blame the slayer for attacking her, but she was still damn pissed about it. Just because she was dressed in all black leather in the middle of the night with swords, did not mean she was evil…ish. She did not kill innocent civilians and drink their blood nor did she just kill them for fun. She killed bad guys. BAD GUYS. Evil, nasty, fugly bad guys. Some slayer a night ago had the mind to attack her. They tried to run her through with a stake. A STAKE!? She was no bloodsucker. This pissed her off so she decided to come talk to the people in charge reasonably.
Hell yeah she could be reasonable.
After talking to some old fogey for ages, he apologized for the misunderstanding and Twain said that she was cool with it. That was partially a lie because she was still pissed, but if she made friends with these people she might be able to use some of there facilities. So she said that if the slayers ever needed help she would be happy to lend a hand in killing of the uglies. Bingo, the old wrinkly said she could make use of there training room and such if she so wished to.
Twain would be easily recognizable as a person not to be reckoned with. She was wearing black leather pants and combat boots. She wore a white t-shirt with a black leather trench coat over that. The thing that screamed ‘danger’ though was the large twin swords crossed on her back. They were attached by thick straps that crossed over her chest and then back around. This was an ‘I’m not out to kill anyone but I could do so’ outfit. As opposed to ‘I am out for blood and guts’ or ‘I am a normal human I swear’.
Twain was wandering around when she came across the training room. She almost considered turning back when she saw another person, but didn’t when she realized it was a guy, AKA not a slayer. Slayers had such bad tempers and a bit of an ‘I’m better than you’ complex. Or at least the ones she had met…though that was not a very impressive count. The man seemed to be ranting to the punching bag about something or other. A solid strategy, better than taking it out on random passers by….not that Twain had ever done that.
“So, did your family just get killed by vampires or did you burn your Ramen?” Twain joked and lifted her hand in a two fingered salute, her way of saying hello.
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Xander Harris
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Post by Xander Harris on May 6, 2009 11:33:13 GMT 1
Xander started up again paraded the bag as hard as he can. "Yeah you like that! Don't ya Angel?" He landed a few more punches into the bag and laughed. "You want some too Spike? Bring it! as Xander imagined hes beating Spike to a bloody pup.
He over heard someone talk to him. He turned around and gives the women standing there confused look about her question. "No I literally fell in love with a slayer when I was 16 and eight years later. I lost a few friends and my hometown, which was on top of Hellmouth is a giant whole now. All in all I'm in charge of all the Slayers, watchers, etc. Second to only Buffy, don't call me a watcher because I'm not. (Annoying girls, always bother me when I.... wait who is that?)
Xander pounded the bag a few more times. He looked back at the women. "Your not slayer? Who are you and what is your business here?" Xander raised and eyebrow while he ask and slowly approached the women dressed in black leather.
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Twain Saber
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Post by Twain Saber on May 6, 2009 20:52:04 GMT 1
Twain smiled as the man vented to the punching bag and then to her. Obviously he had some troubling things on his mind. Twain hoped she wasn’t interrupting…not that she cared all that much. She shifted from one foot to the other as the man turned to her and approached her. She was not at all worried about getting into a fight, she was fairly agreeable.
“Man that’s tough; I imagine slayers are bad news when it comes to relationships. They either die or you do, but hey what do I know. Sorry bout your friends dieing, but when you get involved in things like the supernatural everyone gets a sob story. I know first hand, hell I killed my own sister…that’s something else entirely though. You just have to keep living for the people who still are alive because they might not last.” Twain realized she was rambling and put out her hand.
“They call me Twain Saber, mutant and protector of the innocent.” Twain said with a grin. So what if the last part was not entirely true.
Twain spun around in a circle for no apparent reason. She sure hoped this guy was not going to get all pissy and irritating. Some people thought mutants were the same as demons. In some ways they were, but not truly because mutants were a bit more human…and had souls. Twain just then remembered he asked what her business here was. Hm, lets just skip the hello how are you.
“My business is that last night one of your slayers attacked me with no provocation. Sooooo, I just came to clear things up that I am not you peoples enemy. I am a friend and would be happy to help you all, but not if I keep getting attacked with a stake!” Twain sad the last part with a nod of her head.
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Post by Xander Harris on May 7, 2009 8:51:06 GMT 1
Xander focused in on what she was saying. He felt bad for being a little rude, but she did interrupt him in the middle of taking his anger out on a punching bag. "Yeah, I know." he sighed. "I apologize, I didn't mean to come off as such an asshole. If it helps, I'm sorry about you and your sister, I bet it was horrible situation." Xander relented with a smirk.
(Twain Saber? How come, I haven't heard of her?) Xander thought as he reached out and shook her hand with a polite smile. "Xander Harris, King of the Cretins" (I haven't said that in ages?) he thought as he joked. "No seriously, Xander Harris, so called head Watcher here. Even though, I'm not technically a watcher." as he did the quotation fingers for the word "watcher".
Xander thought as she explained he reasoning for her presence there. (Why would a slayer just attack a random person if they don't look like a vampire or demon. The slayer whoever it was must have been provoked.) Xander thought before he responded. "Ms. Saber, if I'm correct. I am pleased that you came here to clear things up, and that you chosen the right side for this, if you don't mind me saying fucked up war, I deeply apologize for the slayers action." Xander thought for a second and went on to question the mutant "Did you get a name of this slayer who attacked you for no apparent reason, and if not, did you in anyway provoke or, insult the slayer in anyway to make her think that you were the undead, a demon, etc.? Xander questioned as he thought to himself. (You really sound like Giles right now, weirdo.)
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Twain Saber
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Post by Twain Saber on May 8, 2009 0:11:37 GMT 1
Twain shifted and shrugged when he apologized. King of the Cretins? That one was new. Twain smirked and began to walk around the room as Xander talked to her. It was strange talking to someone, as she had not in some time. Ever since she broke out of her cell, she spent all her time alone or demon hunting. She had never intended to stay in Misery, after all she had only been here a few weeks. She didn’t have any immediate plans to go anyplace else, and with the hell mouth this place needed all the help it could get. Twain hit the punching bag softly and then steadied it, not liking the creaking its chain gave out.
“Ne? Oh…well for starters don’t call me Ms.Saber, it makes me feel all old and icky.” Twain said. “I had not said anything to the girl and was fighting a bloodsucker when she came. I don’t know Harris, you tell me. Do I look like a demon or vampire to you?” Twain said and smirked.
Twain began climbing up a rope that hung from the ceiling. Really, who paid for all this stuff anyway? Did they have some ever replenishing bank account? Or maybe they picked all the vampires pockets before slaying them. After she was near the top, Twain let herself fall with a thud and turned to look back at Xander.
“So, what do you do as a watcher’?” Twain said making the air quotes. “Watch teenage girls all day? ‘Cause that is bordering on creepy.” She teased.
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Post by Xander Harris on May 8, 2009 10:13:36 GMT 1
Xander observed the wacky mutant that was a supposed ally. Xander didn't buy it all yet. He didn't like to be judgemental, but he had no choice. He had a responsibility as a watcher to protect his slayers and guide them. Doing this required him to pick who was worthy of their trust. He just gave a confused look as she walked around observed and then lightly punched the punching bag.
Xander listened to her response carefully and tried to find any abnormal twitches or changes. He couldn't help but laugh and feel the sarcasm build up in him. (Yeah a little bit.) He thought when she asked if she looked like a vampire or demon. "I don't know what you look like Twain. It just doesn't matter, I'm just finding it hard to believe one of my slayers would just attack without being provoked." Xander gave her a serious stare. "If you know where I'm coming from?" Xander tried to sound reasonable. "We are more than willing to work with you and make sure it never happens again, nevertheless. It would help if you could maybe give me a name or a description of your attacker, for I can deal with it appropriately." (Seriously stop acting like this, it's scaring me.) Xander thought to himself about how professional he sounded at the moment.
Xander just gave an amused look at the mutant as she climbed the rope. "You should be..." as she fell, got back up, and turned to Xander. "Okay that's not weird." he tried to say to himself quietly. Xander glared at Twain for acknowledging him a watcher. "Why does everyone assume I am one? It's got to be the eye-patch." Xander sighed and responded "I'm not a watcher, well at least not officially" Xander relented and answered. "One watcher is supposed to be the teacher and trainer of a single slayer. He or she is suppose to guide and assist the slayer in her fight against the forces of evil. Now that the original Watcher's Council was blown up by an evil dark preacher named Caleb, and you can thank him for this strawberry right there." Xander pointed to his eye-patch. "There are only a few watchers compared to the hundreds of slayers that were activated during the battle with the anointed one in order to win the battle, my friend, and the most powerful witch was forced to activate all the potential slayers. Hence where we are now, lots of slayers a few official watchers. A few like myself where already in the fight so we became acting watchers, but there is so few of us we take on the responsibility of large groups of slayers and I am in second charge not only in Misery, but in the world of this big tamale we have going on. All in all, I have the most experience out all acting watchers and real watchers except for Rupert Giles. Still, I am not a watcher" Xander frowned to himself to his realization. "Dam I am a watcher...?"
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Twain Saber
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Post by Twain Saber on May 8, 2009 20:07:59 GMT 1
Twain was a happy and free spirited girl. She didn’t get pissed off by a lot. But she did have a horrible temper. Sometimes it came right out of nowhere. Twain gritted her teeth when Xander persisted to question her about the slayer. She didn’t know anything, and if he accused her of lying she might take his head off! She dint see the girl for longer than a few minutes and in those few minutes she was plotting her untimely death. Twain was starting to get irritated. Twain took a deep breath. He is just trying to be helpful, calm down.
“I don’t know the chicks name, I tend to retaliate with my swords rather than my words when attacked. It was dark and I couldn’t see her well. She just started spewing some holier than though speech about how she was a slayer and it was her job to destroy evil then she ran off.” Twain said and looked at Xander coldly.
“I have no quarrel with this place, but I am one of those people who reside on the thin line between good and evil, to put it simply. Unfortunately it is not that simple. If it was that simple then your slayers could go around stabbing everything. Hmph, look what I am trying to say is no one gave you all the right to play god, they just gave you the power. If you are really in charge of these slayers I suggest you be careful who kill because they could be a potential ally.” Twain shrugged.
“I don’t mean to tell you how to run your place; after all you have been alive longer than me. I don’t know…” Twain sighed and ran a hand through her messy hair. “Look I’m sorry I just gave you a lecture on something I know nothing about.” Twain said, despite that she was not all that sorry.
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Post by Xander Harris on May 9, 2009 3:03:35 GMT 1
Xander listened with a stunned look as she told him what happened with a real cold look.(Still sounds fishy, but I'll give her the benefit of the doubt, my Xander-sense didn't go off.) Xander opened his mouth and was about to respond and apologize for the slayers actions when Twain went on a rant about playing God and not controlling his slayers.
Xander's patience ran it's end after being insulted and accused of acting like God with there little operation they had going on. "First off Miss Saber." Xander knew she asked him not to call her that but he still did. " I'm not playing God and we are tying are best here. The girls don't have a choice or say about them being slayers. They were all chosen, they didn't get to pick their born duties. So please cut them slack, I bet it's hard being a teenage women on your period in the midst of a battle and deciding if a strange women is not an enemy. No pun intended." Xander put his hand up and continued. "Myself on the other hand choose to do this. I choose to get involved in this war we have brewing here, and I choose to take up the responsibility of watching over the slayers. So if you want to blame anyone for the slayer's actions. Please blame me."
Xander calmed himself down, when she apologized. He noticed it was little dry an unemotional, but again he will give her the benefit of the doubt. Xander relented "It's fine, I accept. I apologize about what happened and I will do my best to make sure it won't happen again to any potential allies. I will have a meeting about it as soon as I can and get it all settled." Xander gave her a sincere look and offered her his hand for a shake. "If your offer still stands, I will gladly welcome you as an ally and a friend. We could use all the help we can get." (A hell yeah to that.)
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Twain Saber
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Post by Twain Saber on May 9, 2009 4:26:35 GMT 1
Twain knew she deserved the rant that was delivered by Xander. After all, she had been hostile. The slayers just irritated her sometimes though. They were given these great powers, and no one questioned them. She had come across a few other mutants in her cell at the lab. They told her stories about what bad people slayers were. She had only come across a few herself, but she still had strong views about them. Twain pushed these thought aside and smiled brightly and genuinely at Xander.
“It is just tough, you know? I mean, I envy the slayers to some extent. After all they have a guy like you taking care of them, someone to watch their back. Then they have each other…they are not alone if they choose not to be. It just seems hard sometimes, and it is easiest to say your life would be better if you were someone else.” Twain said and looked vacantly out the window.
Twain was facing away from Xander and put her hand on her stomach. She could feel the scars through the thin t-shirt fabric. She winced when her fingers touched the still slightly raw edges of the self inflicted one. That was not one of her best ideas, stabbing herself to become free. That was the price she paid. Twain turned back to Xander and smiled again, shaking his hand.
“So…why don’t you tell me a bit about yourself? Life story, stupidest mistake, whatever.” This was Twain trying to start a civil conversation.
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