soldtoarmenians: (s7-3)

The cheerleading statue in the case next to Xander was staring at him... )


[OOC: No, I didn't make Parker write this with me either. I did draft [ profile] lilpunkinbelly to fight by Xander's side, though, for which I squish her. Cut for length, images, spoiler, and more length. OOC comments both loved and feared. ]

soldtoarmenians: (s7-2)
Pack a bag, Buffy had told him. )
[OOC: preplayed with much thanks to [ profile] mparker17. IC interaction c'est impossible; OOC is welcome.]
soldtoarmenians: (tv)
This whole 'get some sleep' thing was easier said than done, Xander decided, but then, that was hospitals for you. Not that they hadn't hooked him up with the good drugs, he'd give 'em that, but the problem was they were just good enough that when he did close his eyes and drift off, everything bloomed again in color and light behind the lids )
[OOC: Cut for length, wrongmeanevil icons, and That Bad Thing That Happens To Xander. Preplayed with the fabu [ profile] mparker17. Comments AOK, beating me with sticks frowned upon. Um. Happy Birthday, Bridge? *runs*]
soldtoarmenians: (s7)
5 times Xander and Faith surprised each other Dirty )

[OOC: NWS, if only in an implicit manner. And no, I did not make Parker write that with me. :-P]
soldtoarmenians: (s7)

November 12th, 2002, evening

Patrolling a cemetery by himself would be stupid, and Xander might be dumb sometimes, but he wasn't stupid. That's why he wasn't patrolling a cemetery by himself. He was just hanging around. In a cemetery. By himself.

Okay, not really. )

November 13th, 2002, very early morning

They sat in the wreck of the Summers living room and went around the circle )

November 21st, 2002

On reflection, Xander decided a week later... )
[IC non, OOC oui. La belle [ profile] saltandammo {pause for gender confusion}, beaucoup merci.]

soldtoarmenians: (s6-3)

Ten years from now if you ask Xander Harris what he remembers about today, it'll be the same things he could list off when he wakes up tomorrow. What's sharp and what's blurred won't change. It's utterly random and utterly not, less about meaning than it is about sounds, pictures, the feeling of wind whipping his clothes and slicing into his cheek as it passed.

These things will be clear: )

[OOC: Cut for length, images, stream-of-consciousness, character-deaths of the canon-but-not-exactly-as-they-happened-in-canon variety, violence, eww-factor, egregious offscreening of Giles and his badassitude of utter hotness, and preplayed lack of yellow crayon with the wondrous [ profile] willbedone. Links in the text are to summaries of the BtVS canon episodes Seeing Red, Villains, Two to Go and Grave (and these links are to the full transcripts), for those who never saw them or want a refresher, though obviously some things are happening differently here.]

soldtoarmenians: (s6-2)

Dear Bridge: )

The Magic Box, evening

Xander found the Closed sign already up but the door unlocked, neither of which was unusual; what was a little off were the half-dimmed lights and the fact that there was nobody out front. It was Willow's night on the register; he'd have expected her to be tallying up the receipts or at least putting books away while a couple of brooms did a slightly unnerving re-enactment of the Magician's Assistant cartoon.

Anybody home? )

[OOC: Cliffhanger whaa? *looks innocent* Third preplayed verse, same as the first. But not the First. That's next season. Tara courtesy, again, [ profile] mparker17.]
soldtoarmenians: (tv)
October 27th, 2001, late
October 28th, 2001, early
Many, Many Beers Later

*** )

[ N so much with the WS. Faith courtesy [ profile] mparker17. Faith icon courtesy Lather, rinse, repeat previous note.]
soldtoarmenians: (s6-2)
People didn't really patrol with Faith, they'd quickly found out. At least people who weren't Buffy; Xander had remembered them working as a team. For a while. With the Scoobies, though, it was more like, "Do what you're good at, stay out of my way, and I'll try not to hit you in the crossfire."

Which they were usually more than happy to oblige her on; Xander hadn't been exaggerating about her warm welcome in Sunnydale, though maybe you could stretch 'Good Cop' to include Larry, who was baggage-free but smart enough to listen to her for his own self-preservation. Willow and Dawn barely spoke to Faith except when necessary, Giles and Tara at least tried to be polite, Spike...was Spike.

There was always someone out there near her, though. 'Backup' was the word they all used, but 'parole officer' was what Faith said when she rolled her eyes at him for looking sheepish about it. "Hey, you people want to make sure I don't decide evil has a better retirement plan, I can't exactly blame you." Saying he really wasn't all that worried about that anymore got Xander another eyeroll, so he just kept his mouth as shut as he was genetically able to, aka hahahaha yeahright, and ducked when she said duck. It wasn't perfect, but it worked.

Usually they walked straight back to the apartment after, or drove if he'd left the car at the Magic Box. Tonight, though, maybe because it'd been an especially long day at the construction site, or maybe it was that accounting book on his desk that Xander really didn't feel like banging his head against, he glanced down the street towards the little bar on the corner and said, "Beer?"

And here they were. )

[Cut for longness omg. Preplayed with endless thanks to my Faith-megazord, [ profile] bridge_carson and [ profile] mparker17. No interaction possible, obviously, but OOC is quite welcome.]
soldtoarmenians: (s6-2)
Sometimes Faith would slip out of the magic shop through the back door; sometimes Spike would. Seldom together, though Xander was pretty sure they left for the same reason. Just a guess; he’d never followed either of them, til tonight )
soldtoarmenians: (s6-2)
Dear Bridge, Parker, and Isabel: )

[OOC: Preplayed with people currently living on Xander's couch.]
soldtoarmenians: (s6-2)
...Bounced e-mail to Fandom:

    ...We're holding our own, but I don't know how much longer before they figure out that we're *just* holding our own, and throw something bigger than we can handle at us.

    Which is why we're about to do something really stupid, yay, which I'm feeling kind of don't-jinxy about so I'll tell you after if it turns out to be not the biggest mistake we ever made. Wish us luck? Or possibly brains...

*** )
[OOC: For the return of a certain Slayer, yes. Pre-played with [ profile] bridge_carson, the present-tense half of the Faith megazord.]


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