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sirenspull2012-09-16 08:33 pm
justwillow) wrote in sirenspull2012-09-16 08:33 pm
08 [ V i d e o ] Buffy & Willow!
[The feed starts with the ceiling getting further away and a crash as the NV hits the floor. Willow rubs her hand looking down at the NV tapping it gingerly with her finger drawing back. Huh... No shocking.]
That’s weird.
[As if something from a horror film, a silhouette formed behind her and the cord from the toaster wrapped around her neck and pulled her backwards.]
Buff--
[She choked, attempting to wrestle the cord from her throat.]
[ Buffy has been spending her morning not waking up on time. The smell of coffee wafting to her room is what roused her finally. She was groggy and still in her pajamas, even. But the second she hears Willow, and a clear struggle from the kitchen, she jumps out of bed and bolts down the hall. ]
Will!
[ She sees the commotion, is immediately worried, and goes to work. She manages to wrestle the part of the cord closest to the actual toaster into her hands and pries at it, trying to get it off of Willow’s neck. ]
Just don’t die! I’ll -- get it --
[ But it’s clear she’s struggling. Whatever force is controlling these is pretty impressive. Add that to still being sleepy, and... Well. She yanks again and manages to get it to loosen just a little, but she’s not sure it’ll last long. She’s managed to get her fingers enough between the cord and Willow’s neck to help, but just as she does that, the coffee machine revolts as well. Before she can react, a cord snaps from the wall and wraps itself around her wrists, rendering her useless. ]
Wh-- Willow!
[She’d managed to gasp a breath with the small relief Buffy had given her, but enough? Was enough. A surge of power rose through her body and her pupils stretched beyond their normal size, covering her irises.
She gestured violently, a knife shooting out of the rack and freeing Buffy from her cord. She gripped the cord around her own neck and seemed to relax, melting away at her touch. She turned before the appliance could react and shot a green blast of energy at it. It shattered.]
What is it with this place and killer inanimate objects?
[ Buffy shakes her wrists free of the remainder of the coffee maker’s cord. Why did the coffee maker have to go all evil? Now how would she wake herself up? Her head snaps this way and that, checking the other appliances to see what else they might be looking at. ]
We darkness-proofed this whole thing! What’s the deal?
[Before either girl had a chance to react properly, the oven door opened and a burst of heat hit them. Willow turned instinctively in time to see what it was, just in time to see a jet of flame narrowly miss her.
Backing away from the oven was no real option, The fridge wanted its chance too. However, realistically it couldn’t shoot anything, but it was still a hefty weight. It toppled itself over, aiming to squish the blonde woman in front of it.]
Obfuscate
[A white mound of foam shot into the Oven and expanded, not allowing any flames to come from it. She turned to Buffy]
Let’s get out of--
Fridge!
[ Buffy puts her arms up instinctively, holding them out in front of her to catch the massive appliance. She braces herself and uses all of her strength to keep it from crushing her, but she won’t last much longer with it bearing down how it is. ]
Run! Go!
[She concentrates on it and attempts to push it up, she struggles for a moment, but it does lift enough for Buffy to get away.]
We both go! Now go.
[ Buffy gives one last shove, just for good measure, before she drops and rolls out of the way. It’s the fastest and safest exit. She looks back at Willow one last time, her worry now focused on the black-eyedness, before she darts out of view. ]
((OOC:: Both will respond! Also, SPN cast? Willow looks exactly like a demon! Have at it!))
That’s weird.
[As if something from a horror film, a silhouette formed behind her and the cord from the toaster wrapped around her neck and pulled her backwards.]
Buff--
[She choked, attempting to wrestle the cord from her throat.]
[ Buffy has been spending her morning not waking up on time. The smell of coffee wafting to her room is what roused her finally. She was groggy and still in her pajamas, even. But the second she hears Willow, and a clear struggle from the kitchen, she jumps out of bed and bolts down the hall. ]
Will!
[ She sees the commotion, is immediately worried, and goes to work. She manages to wrestle the part of the cord closest to the actual toaster into her hands and pries at it, trying to get it off of Willow’s neck. ]
Just don’t die! I’ll -- get it --
[ But it’s clear she’s struggling. Whatever force is controlling these is pretty impressive. Add that to still being sleepy, and... Well. She yanks again and manages to get it to loosen just a little, but she’s not sure it’ll last long. She’s managed to get her fingers enough between the cord and Willow’s neck to help, but just as she does that, the coffee machine revolts as well. Before she can react, a cord snaps from the wall and wraps itself around her wrists, rendering her useless. ]
Wh-- Willow!
[She’d managed to gasp a breath with the small relief Buffy had given her, but enough? Was enough. A surge of power rose through her body and her pupils stretched beyond their normal size, covering her irises.
She gestured violently, a knife shooting out of the rack and freeing Buffy from her cord. She gripped the cord around her own neck and seemed to relax, melting away at her touch. She turned before the appliance could react and shot a green blast of energy at it. It shattered.]
What is it with this place and killer inanimate objects?
[ Buffy shakes her wrists free of the remainder of the coffee maker’s cord. Why did the coffee maker have to go all evil? Now how would she wake herself up? Her head snaps this way and that, checking the other appliances to see what else they might be looking at. ]
We darkness-proofed this whole thing! What’s the deal?
[Before either girl had a chance to react properly, the oven door opened and a burst of heat hit them. Willow turned instinctively in time to see what it was, just in time to see a jet of flame narrowly miss her.
Backing away from the oven was no real option, The fridge wanted its chance too. However, realistically it couldn’t shoot anything, but it was still a hefty weight. It toppled itself over, aiming to squish the blonde woman in front of it.]
Obfuscate
[A white mound of foam shot into the Oven and expanded, not allowing any flames to come from it. She turned to Buffy]
Let’s get out of--
Fridge!
[ Buffy puts her arms up instinctively, holding them out in front of her to catch the massive appliance. She braces herself and uses all of her strength to keep it from crushing her, but she won’t last much longer with it bearing down how it is. ]
Run! Go!
[She concentrates on it and attempts to push it up, she struggles for a moment, but it does lift enough for Buffy to get away.]
We both go! Now go.
[ Buffy gives one last shove, just for good measure, before she drops and rolls out of the way. It’s the fastest and safest exit. She looks back at Willow one last time, her worry now focused on the black-eyedness, before she darts out of view. ]
((OOC:: Both will respond! Also, SPN cast? Willow looks exactly like a demon! Have at it!))
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text; I'M GONNA PAUSE HERE FOR A SHORT SINCE IT'LL BE AFTER THEIR CONVO TECHNICALLY
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text; yus!
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And if I find you camping on the couch, do not think I will not carry you upstairs.
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[ because post-date conversations usually go like this don't they ]
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