Entrance Post

[puritan-penn.livejournal.com]

A pile of ashes lies at the door for a minute before eventually swirling into a person

"He always did play the fool for a pretty enough girl..."

He stretches and looks around, wondering where he is.

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[slayer_fray]

Wow, that looks familiar...

...if backwards.

Mel's suddenly in front of him, having dropped from the rafters, and smiling sweetly. Her not'scythe hangs nonchalently from one hand.

"Hi there, you new?"

[puritan-penn.livejournal.com]

Yes, Where are we?

[slayer_fray]

"Milliways, Tav at the end of the Universe," she swings the weapon into her left hand and offers it to shake.

"Kinda meetin' place for all sorts of types throughout different worlds and histories. "I'm Mel Fray."

[puritan-penn.livejournal.com]

A tavern, I haven't had a drink in a good time.

The end of the universe, interesting.

*he smirks*

I'm Penn

[slayer_fray]

"Yeah, on that note, I shuold point out we have a few rules here," Mel continues. "No violence, for one. No business is another. And no sex down here, either.

"We have a strong Security team. You wouldn't want to get on our bad side."

Her smile is just a little dangerous now.

[puritan-penn.livejournal.com]

Ah..I'm not much of a rule breaker. I think I'll keep my peace now that I've died for the second time.

*he laughs*

You're on security?

[slayer_fray]

"Back up," Mel says. "Only when needed."

She tilts her head, watching him and continuing to smile. Come on, Penn, cocky young girl, big ruttin' scythe...

[puritan-penn.livejournal.com]

Good to know.

*He looks around on either side of her before raising an eyebrow at her.*

Look...I know what you are and you know what I am. You've told me the rules and you've shown me the claws. Now...are you going to stake me or are you going to lighten up a little?

*He smiles.*

I mean, as far as I've heard from you, just popping up here isn't a crime...

[slayer_fray]

"This is me light," she assures him. "Just lettin' you know the Rules. Bar's sentient, an' I think she gives out a blood subistute or somethin'. As you're dusted, you're probably bound, so you'll need a room, which she can give ya.

"Anythin' else?"

[puritan-penn.livejournal.com]

No, not really. I think you've covered it.

Are there a lot of slayers here? Last thing I need now is confrontation, I'm not in the mood for it.

[slayer_fray]

"Me, Faith, Buffy," Mel lists them. "The others know the rules as well. Faith's full Security."

[puritan-penn.livejournal.com]

Good.

So, where are you from?

[slayer_fray]

"Haddyn, New York, 2293. You?"

[puritan-penn.livejournal.com]

Well, originally New England, 1819 but I was just died in Los Angeles, 2001 at the age of 182.

I suppose I did at least out live the rest of the puritans from 1819.

*he laughs*

How old are you?

[slayer_fray]

"Twenty," she supplies, puzzled, her smile fading a little in curiosity.

[puritan-penn.livejournal.com]

That's older than some slayers I've known.

Have you been a slayer for long?

[slayer_fray]

"Had the strength s'long as I can remember," she says idly. "Started actually Slayin' about a year ago."

[puritan-penn.livejournal.com]

Ah..fun. How's the dental plan with that?

*he laughs*

I take it you're not bound, as you still slay and there's no violence here.

[slayer_fray]

Mel blinks at him. "Dental plan?

"Actually I am Bound. Have been for two months. I don't Slay in here. When I get out, I'm takin' it back up."

[puritan-penn.livejournal.com]

I was being sarcastic.

Oh..that's surprizing. What happened to get you bound?

*he looks at her curiously*

[slayer_fray]

"Nothin' happened. Sometimes you're Bound, sometimes you're not. I was just thrown in here at the end of a fight. When the door opens again, I'll get back to my city."

[puritan-penn.livejournal.com]

Oh...homesick? Family?

[slayer_fray]

She eyes him.

"I have a sister," she says. "She doesn't come in here."

[puritan-penn.livejournal.com]

Oh..well thanks for the greeting. I'm going to go see about the room situation. Perhaps we can talk again sometime. Bye.

*he takes off*

(ooc:sorry, my internet is being dumb)