private ♔ video call

[wynn]

[ Private to Buffy, Clark, Carol, Sam ]

You are requested for an urgent response mission, to convene immediately in the Round Table Room.

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[slay]

If you wanna call it now, I won't think less of you.

[ She more or less prances away from those first and last hits, and almost gets herself clipped for the flippancy of her movements. This time, when she strikes back, it's with a series of well-placed jabs to his ribs and throat (atk 34, 32, 29; subdual dmg 46). ]

[romanticidal]

Where would be the fun in that? [ still he's going to take a five foot step back and look around to find something to help him out here. i mean there's that rack of weapons on wheels out here. what if he just

shoved that at her. :') true love right here. lan is going to kill him. he got an 18 strength check to shove it over or a 29 attack idk what that would even count as. this isn't something there's rules for. i'm gonna have her make a reflex save to avoid getting knocked prone when it hits her (dc 17), and to take half damage on a success from all the POINTY WEAPONS FALLING OFF IT (17 dmg otherwise). ]

[slay]

[ That is a reflex save that is nearly impossible for her to fail. Predictably, she stumbles out of the way (ref 21), but not in time to avoid getting sufficiently scraped up by the 8 points of piercing damage from HER BOYFRIEND IMPALING HER IN THE UN-FUN WAY. The weapons clatter across the mat, and Buffy vaults over the half-empty rack to swing a solid kick into his face (atk 28, subdual dmg 14). ]

[romanticidal]

[ hahaha he can't take much more of this. he stumbles back again again, reaches up to his openly bleeding lip and pulls his hand away to look down at it, breathing heavily. his eyes spark as they look up to meet hers, and it would be a lie to claim that he doesn't look pretty turned on by the fact that she's PRETTY MUCH BEAT HIS ASS DOWn but do you know what he's actually good at, charisma checks. and he got a 21 as he raises his other hand to indicate she should stop, grinning inappropriately. ] At least now I know for myself what you can do. [ maybe the right reaction there would be horror but instead he just sounds turned on. ]

[slay]

[ While the whole 15 damage he managed to deal has effectively vanished courtesy of her fast healing, that doesn't change the fact that she's been exerting herself in going after him, so Buffy's breathing fairly hard to when she slows down.

At first, she keeps a safe distance between them, almost like it's out of habit to keep herself physically separated by a couple of feet as a coping mechanism to keep herself from jumping into something, but her brain catches up a moment later to remind her second nature that she's allowed to broach that gap now, and breathless, she steps closer to rub her thumb against his lip herself, gently attentive in how she examines him, but also more or less looking for an excuse here. ]

I've got a few other tricks up my sleeve you might wanna see for yourself. [ Her lopsided grin drops into a more sincere, chastising look as she interrupts the ~mood~ to say, ] After Myri gets a look at you.

[romanticidal]

[ he has this look on his face like he's pretty much staring into the sun and he's cool with ensuing blindness, but that horrible will save gets interrupted by her phone going off. ] ... I do not suppose that can wait. [ u da worst wynn ]

[slay]

[ She scrunches her eyes shut and groans the minute the dulcet tones of hip hop start loudly blaring from the gym bag a few feet away. Slowly, nose crinkling, she lifts her gaze back to him. Reluctant as she is, she doesn't tear herself away quite yet. ]

Any other sound, and I'd pretend it never happened. But that sound is the boss sound. [ A beat, then, in a girlish tone she clarifies, ] ... Work boss, not video game boss. [ Her hand drags away from his mouth to push back into his hair with a floundering groan of dissatisfaction, but she tears herself away without indulging in kissing him because she knows it would lead down a terrible, terrible road that would not take her to the round table room.

At least, not while people were there. Geez. She's not a wild animal. Grabbing her phone, she plays the message, pushing hair that got loose from her ponytail back into it haphazardly. ]

[romanticidal]

[ instead of like, picking up the mess he made, he just puts a hand on her hip and waits for her to finish up. ] Something serious?

[slay]

Just says urgent. [ She shrugs, a little haplessly, and looks up and back at him, leaning into him somewhat for basking reasons. ] I better go. [ She stuffs the phone into the front of her sports bra and turns to lean up, kissing him gently in a determined effort to avoid injuring his lip. ] Go find Myri. I'll update you when I know more.

[romanticidal]

Very well, carina. You know where to find me. [ his fingers linger on her hip for a moment more before he lets her go ]

[slay]

[ She lingers with him, but reluctantly disengages and turns to make her way to the round table room for the briefing, still sweaty and in workout gear ... ]