Accommodations
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madimpossibledreamerXander's shelves might be at least partially based on mine, though they're a lot sparser. I headcanon that he does read, but he does have to find it interesting. I honestly think he found some of the research fiction interesting, but pretended he didn't because, well...it distracted him and led him to be of not much help. Kinda embarrassing, and he tries to minimize getting yelled at as much as he can with that mouth of his. Among other things, there's a huge list of really good B5 fiction that he wouldn't pass up, and some of the Star Trek novelizations aren't bad either. (I'm not sure, other than the sex scenes, that he'd really have been interested in Ludlum before all of this, but backstabbing and intrigue would be interesting to him after the fact, even though a few scenes might've led to him burying a sword to the hilt in the wall.)
~Dreamer~
Edit: Edited to prevent time paradox. You're welcome.
Main Points:
Buffy/Devil May Cry Crossover, Buffy AU
Chapter Summary: Buffy explores her new environment.
Word Count: 1363
Rating: Gen
It’s while she’s investigating the hotel, again, that Buffy manages to stumble into Xander’s room.
He’s weird. Not that she can speak, given that she’s the Slayer and all. She’d barely had an introduction to what that even meant and barely been able to Slay the Master of L.A. before Merrick had died protecting her from the Council and Giles had whisked her away to her own safety. Still, she’d barely begun to start having thoughts about, say, colour coordinating her weapons and outfits.
When she opens the door, she immediately knows it’s his room. For one thing, it’s lived in—chocolate wrappers and pizza boxes on the floor, a few shirts tossed around.
It’s not as messy as she imagines a typical boy’s room would be, but then, from what little he’d said, for instance in the giant dining hall, she’d gotten the feeling that he was like them. On the run, temporarily in hiding, without possessions to speak of. She’s not sure where he’s getting their food, and occasionally he’ll just end up with things like that boombox (she’s pretty sure he’s stealing them, not that she’s in a position to judge him, really, and even if Giles would be upset she wouldn’t mind too much if he’d ‘obtain’ her some new clothes, because seriously, hers are starting to stink). If he doesn’t own much, then there’s not much that can end up on the floors.
There’s weapons all over the room, though. There are a few books and comic books tucked into the open armoire, though she doesn’t recognize the books or their authors—Robert Ludlum, Kathryn M. Drennan, JRR Tolkien—wait, she might’ve heard of that last one at some point.
Two Japanese shorter, elaborately decorated swords lean stylishly against the back—one is blue, while the other is yellow.
On the table, there’s a black bracer that seems to suck the light out of the room around it.
A matching set of sword and human skull, with the sword stuck through the skull, with odd writing on it in a language Buffy doesn’t recognize leans precariously up against the bedside table.
A staff at least two times her height is placed right next to the bed, and she marvels at it briefly, wondering how he’d managed to even get it in the building. A golden metal circle with a sharp outer edge lies right next to one of those hotel Bibles with a few glass daggers stuck through the cover.
A few other swords and a war hammer are just left against the walls, and at least one of them looks Egyptian. There’s also a clunky, obsidian, alien-looking rifle. Seriously, though, it’s quite the collection. Weird, or it would be if she didn’t want to try them out. That’s normal, isn’t it, for a Slayer? She reaches out to touch one of the glass daggers.
“I wouldn’t if I were you,” a voice interrupts her politely, and her hand starts and barely misses it.
It’s Xander, though he doesn’t seem upset she’s in his room. “See, I haven’t gotten most of these to play nicely with others yet, so they’re stuck in time out for now.” He nods at the Bible. “I’ve found they don’t cause trouble if I put them there.”
“What does ‘trouble’ consist of?” she wonders, trying not to seem or feel uncomfortable.
He grimaces and shrugs. “Trying to kill humans.”
Buffy nods slowly. Oh, she definitely is uncomfortable, now. “Are many of these things like that?”
He looks sheepish for all of a second before responding. “Nope, but…I dunno, I probably should convert one of the rooms to a prison, or something, but I feel better having the other ones keep an eye on them, if that makes sense.”
She blinks. “They’re…alive?” She suddenly feels like she’s being watched from all sides, and it’s really creepy.
He nods excitedly. “Yeah, hang on…uh, Asmosaos is cool. Here.” He walks over to pick up the yellow Japanese sword from the back of the armoire and holds it out to her, hilt first.
Buffy waits for a moment but realizes that weird as Xander is, he’s been keeping them alive and out of the reach of the Council, and he seems lonely, so she takes it.
It’s a nice sword, weight and all, and she really wants to try it out. The few practice swings make her actually feel safe, now, like nobody from the Council could even touch her, and from the grin Xander’s noticed she’s enjoying herself. “He likes you.”
“I like him.” She turns her best puppy dog eyes on the half-demon. “Can I have him?”
He hesitates. He’s enjoying having her attention, she knows from experience being the queen bee, but he also isn’t sure about giving away even one of the friendliest swords. “Maybe you could just let me swordsit him now and then.”
At the weird look on his face, she amends. “Shut up, you know what I mean.”
He giggles and relaxes suddenly, sitting on the bed gracefully. “I do; I’m just glad I’m not the only one whose mouth gets away with him.”
She hesitates briefly. When she’d first met him, her Slayer senses had read him as an enemy, but now…now, oddly enough, he read as dangerous, sure, but not a threat. And she’s bored and lonely, too. Then she sits down just as stylishly next to him, smirking a little at the surprise in his face. “I’ll go first, then you. About a month ago, now, I was told by someone I thought was completely nuts that I’d been chosen to fight vampires.”
He stares at her blankly, like he doesn’t get what she’s doing, before a slight smile crosses his face. “I was normal enough until my best friend got vamped.”
“Slayers are chosen when the last one dies. We’re stronger, faster, heal quicker.” He might as well know about Slayers, if he doesn’t already.
“That sounds pretty familiar,” he agrees. It’s nice to not feel like a complete freak, even if she’s feeling a connection to someone who isn’t all that human.
“Apparently in most cases Potential Slayers are found early and trained, better known as brainwashed, by the Council since they were little,” she continues.
“Apparently, I’m only half-human. I didn’t have a clue, but…my friend getting vamped woke my power up.” He shuffles slightly closer to her, though he doesn’t seem to notice that he’s actually doing that. She reaches out a hand and places it carefully on his knee. He jumps a little, but smiles weakly.
“I didn’t play by the rules, so Merrick warned me I would be ‘eliminated’ in favor of one of the Council-trained Slayers,” she finishes, because he’s probably going to figure out the rest of it based on how they met.
He covers her hand shyly. “I fought him off, thought briefly that I’d just be a monster like him, and then was told that I actually have an option to use my powers for good. So I am.”
“By stealing stuff?” she needles him, and he rolls his eyes.
“By killing demons hurting people.” Giles had told her not to get too close, but she finds she likes their half-demon roommate.
“If I can figure out how to do it without getting noticed, I’d join you on patrol,” she suggests. She really is starting to feel cooped up, now.
His hazel eyes light up. “One of my skills actually can do that. I can prevent you from being noticed, and that bracer over there, the Shard of Night, can make my power stronger. It’s how nobody’s even noticed the hotel.” He really is goofy and bouncy.
She tries not to laugh at him. “Not right now. Soon, but I’ll have to borrow that sword. And I’m not ready to head out just yet.”
“Sure, whenever you feel like it, just say something.” He’s still trying not to seem too eager. She stands and then hesitates. She’s still a little lonely, too.
“Do you have a TV working somewhere?” and he stands up almost too fast.
“Yeah, lemme show you.” Dangerous, sure. But also an incredible goof.
~Dreamer~
Edit: Edited to prevent time paradox. You're welcome.
Main Points:
Buffy/Devil May Cry Crossover, Buffy AU
Chapter Summary: Buffy explores her new environment.
Word Count: 1363
Rating: Gen
It’s while she’s investigating the hotel, again, that Buffy manages to stumble into Xander’s room.
He’s weird. Not that she can speak, given that she’s the Slayer and all. She’d barely had an introduction to what that even meant and barely been able to Slay the Master of L.A. before Merrick had died protecting her from the Council and Giles had whisked her away to her own safety. Still, she’d barely begun to start having thoughts about, say, colour coordinating her weapons and outfits.
When she opens the door, she immediately knows it’s his room. For one thing, it’s lived in—chocolate wrappers and pizza boxes on the floor, a few shirts tossed around.
It’s not as messy as she imagines a typical boy’s room would be, but then, from what little he’d said, for instance in the giant dining hall, she’d gotten the feeling that he was like them. On the run, temporarily in hiding, without possessions to speak of. She’s not sure where he’s getting their food, and occasionally he’ll just end up with things like that boombox (she’s pretty sure he’s stealing them, not that she’s in a position to judge him, really, and even if Giles would be upset she wouldn’t mind too much if he’d ‘obtain’ her some new clothes, because seriously, hers are starting to stink). If he doesn’t own much, then there’s not much that can end up on the floors.
There’s weapons all over the room, though. There are a few books and comic books tucked into the open armoire, though she doesn’t recognize the books or their authors—Robert Ludlum, Kathryn M. Drennan, JRR Tolkien—wait, she might’ve heard of that last one at some point.
Two Japanese shorter, elaborately decorated swords lean stylishly against the back—one is blue, while the other is yellow.
On the table, there’s a black bracer that seems to suck the light out of the room around it.
A matching set of sword and human skull, with the sword stuck through the skull, with odd writing on it in a language Buffy doesn’t recognize leans precariously up against the bedside table.
A staff at least two times her height is placed right next to the bed, and she marvels at it briefly, wondering how he’d managed to even get it in the building. A golden metal circle with a sharp outer edge lies right next to one of those hotel Bibles with a few glass daggers stuck through the cover.
A few other swords and a war hammer are just left against the walls, and at least one of them looks Egyptian. There’s also a clunky, obsidian, alien-looking rifle. Seriously, though, it’s quite the collection. Weird, or it would be if she didn’t want to try them out. That’s normal, isn’t it, for a Slayer? She reaches out to touch one of the glass daggers.
“I wouldn’t if I were you,” a voice interrupts her politely, and her hand starts and barely misses it.
It’s Xander, though he doesn’t seem upset she’s in his room. “See, I haven’t gotten most of these to play nicely with others yet, so they’re stuck in time out for now.” He nods at the Bible. “I’ve found they don’t cause trouble if I put them there.”
“What does ‘trouble’ consist of?” she wonders, trying not to seem or feel uncomfortable.
He grimaces and shrugs. “Trying to kill humans.”
Buffy nods slowly. Oh, she definitely is uncomfortable, now. “Are many of these things like that?”
He looks sheepish for all of a second before responding. “Nope, but…I dunno, I probably should convert one of the rooms to a prison, or something, but I feel better having the other ones keep an eye on them, if that makes sense.”
She blinks. “They’re…alive?” She suddenly feels like she’s being watched from all sides, and it’s really creepy.
He nods excitedly. “Yeah, hang on…uh, Asmosaos is cool. Here.” He walks over to pick up the yellow Japanese sword from the back of the armoire and holds it out to her, hilt first.
Buffy waits for a moment but realizes that weird as Xander is, he’s been keeping them alive and out of the reach of the Council, and he seems lonely, so she takes it.
It’s a nice sword, weight and all, and she really wants to try it out. The few practice swings make her actually feel safe, now, like nobody from the Council could even touch her, and from the grin Xander’s noticed she’s enjoying herself. “He likes you.”
“I like him.” She turns her best puppy dog eyes on the half-demon. “Can I have him?”
He hesitates. He’s enjoying having her attention, she knows from experience being the queen bee, but he also isn’t sure about giving away even one of the friendliest swords. “Maybe you could just let me swordsit him now and then.”
At the weird look on his face, she amends. “Shut up, you know what I mean.”
He giggles and relaxes suddenly, sitting on the bed gracefully. “I do; I’m just glad I’m not the only one whose mouth gets away with him.”
She hesitates briefly. When she’d first met him, her Slayer senses had read him as an enemy, but now…now, oddly enough, he read as dangerous, sure, but not a threat. And she’s bored and lonely, too. Then she sits down just as stylishly next to him, smirking a little at the surprise in his face. “I’ll go first, then you. About a month ago, now, I was told by someone I thought was completely nuts that I’d been chosen to fight vampires.”
He stares at her blankly, like he doesn’t get what she’s doing, before a slight smile crosses his face. “I was normal enough until my best friend got vamped.”
“Slayers are chosen when the last one dies. We’re stronger, faster, heal quicker.” He might as well know about Slayers, if he doesn’t already.
“That sounds pretty familiar,” he agrees. It’s nice to not feel like a complete freak, even if she’s feeling a connection to someone who isn’t all that human.
“Apparently in most cases Potential Slayers are found early and trained, better known as brainwashed, by the Council since they were little,” she continues.
“Apparently, I’m only half-human. I didn’t have a clue, but…my friend getting vamped woke my power up.” He shuffles slightly closer to her, though he doesn’t seem to notice that he’s actually doing that. She reaches out a hand and places it carefully on his knee. He jumps a little, but smiles weakly.
“I didn’t play by the rules, so Merrick warned me I would be ‘eliminated’ in favor of one of the Council-trained Slayers,” she finishes, because he’s probably going to figure out the rest of it based on how they met.
He covers her hand shyly. “I fought him off, thought briefly that I’d just be a monster like him, and then was told that I actually have an option to use my powers for good. So I am.”
“By stealing stuff?” she needles him, and he rolls his eyes.
“By killing demons hurting people.” Giles had told her not to get too close, but she finds she likes their half-demon roommate.
“If I can figure out how to do it without getting noticed, I’d join you on patrol,” she suggests. She really is starting to feel cooped up, now.
His hazel eyes light up. “One of my skills actually can do that. I can prevent you from being noticed, and that bracer over there, the Shard of Night, can make my power stronger. It’s how nobody’s even noticed the hotel.” He really is goofy and bouncy.
She tries not to laugh at him. “Not right now. Soon, but I’ll have to borrow that sword. And I’m not ready to head out just yet.”
“Sure, whenever you feel like it, just say something.” He’s still trying not to seem too eager. She stands and then hesitates. She’s still a little lonely, too.
“Do you have a TV working somewhere?” and he stands up almost too fast.
“Yeah, lemme show you.” Dangerous, sure. But also an incredible goof.
