fandomhigh | Reserves Meeting, Danger Shop, Thursday Afternoon (After Classes)

The members of the Reserves had been ~~handwavily~~ notified to meet in the Danger Shop for today's meeting. Regretfully, this did mean no food or drinks for yet another week, but there was a lot of fancy and expensive equipment in the room and none of the leaders really felt comfortable with the possibility of paying for it if someone accidentally spilled.

~~Or, worse yet, if something Karla baked touched the machinery. Sparks and melting, people. Sparks and melting.~~

"Kiss kiss," Karla said, as everyone assembled in the hallway. "Today we're undertaking an exercise that will have all of us working together. If you'll follow us inside?" She opened the doors to the Danger Shop and everyone stepped into...

...yet another hallway. This one should be familiar to most of the students; it was the hallway that led to the library; the library doors stood open and welcoming--though it was possible for the sharp-eyed to notice they looked...flimsier...than usual.

"Sometimes, things can go wrong at this school," Dolf continued. "And it isn't so quickly solved with just one way of looking at things. Some things you have to beat up, some things you have to outsmart. Most of us know what we are good at by now, don't we?"

He smiled encouragingly at those gathered. Well. Sort of encouragingly. He was a little nervous, if you knew where to look.

"Not to say that it's necessarily exclusive by person," Wesley added, as a member of the camp that did both. (Though his credibility was hurt somewhat by how beat-up he looked. Oops.) "You're welcome to try any number of strategies."

"The important thing to keep in mind is teamwork," Karla said. "Working together and making sure--"

Whatever else Karla was going to say was rudely interrupted by three of the doors at the far end of the hallway slamming open--hard enough to embed their knobs into the walls. Out of each door walked a giant, man-shaped creature made of what looked like hardened clay. Seeing the clustered students, the creatures turned towards them and slowly ambled forwards, each footstep ending in hairline cracks in the floor.

Good luck, guys.

[OCD up, please read Important notes! Of course, everything there is OOC knowledge that needs to be figured out ICly. So feel free to whale on these guys for awhile, okay?]

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Karla gave him a look. "I'm a Healer," she reminded him. "If I wanted to, I could inventory all of your injuries and whatever. Also, you look like Hell."

So full of compliments, this girl.

"So I've heard," Wesley said, a bit dryly. Then he sighed, preparing himself to go into it again. "All right. Ah... have I ever told you about what I used to do before I came here?"

He hoped so. The story was kind of incredibly long.

"Not in so many words," Karla said. "I know you're one of those Watcher people? Kennedy mentioned that, I think."

She eyed him. "I'd like to know how watching made you look like that, though."

Wonderful.

"Well, the Watchers' Council works as follows," he began, and then proceeded to launch into what was surely a convoluted and difficult-to-follow explanation of a system that, to be honest, was not very well-organized in the first place. He then went into a basic overview of his time in Sunnydale, managing to be both completely ungenerous to both Buffy and Faith in his descriptions of them and fairly critical of his own actions during that time, and finally wrapped it all up with the story of what had happened in Los Angeles.

...yeah, sorry, Karla. He could get a bit wordy sometimes.

Karla was just going to sit back for a second to process that explanation. That had been a lot of words. A lot. She was starting to understand what it might be like for people sometimes when they asked her about Kaeleer.

"Wait--huh? Could you go back and go over that middle part again?"

...No, she'd gotten it all (thanks in not small part to previous conversations with Kennedy,) but sometimes Karla enjoyed being a brat.

"Oh, right, Sunnydale," he said, beginning to launch into another WALL OF WORDS. "Well, having two Slayers was unprecedented, as I said, and -- "

"I was teasing!" Karla interrupted, holding up a hand to try and stem the word-tide. "Seriously. Just teasing. I get it."

She looked up at him. "Especially that part with Faith. The one that has you looking..." She looked him up and down. "Like that."

Karla'd taken a class with Faith. She knew what kind of skills (and strength and speed) the other female could bring to bear. "Serious question. Are you okay? Not physically."

"I... yes?" And there was an actual smile quirking at his mouth there. "I wasn't, er, initially, but now... yes, I think so. Possibly."

Karla was just going to raise an eyebrow at him. "Is this one of those things I'd do better not to ask about?"

She had heard radio today, after all.

"In that case, how about physically?"

"Not terribly," he replied, smiling. "I, ah, well. Katniss took care of some of the, ah, cuts."

Hey, look, there was that tiny little smile again! Wonder what that could mean?

"Really, there's nothing to bother yourself with."

Karla would have kept pushing, but Wesley's casual mention of Katniss had her mentally stumbling. "I, ohh, err, good," she said, giving him a wobbly smile. "Is she feeling better, then?"

"I think she is," he said, sounding suddenly thoughtful. Oh, sure. Now he wanted to talk about things. "I was thinking I might mention you to her, actually, now that she's, ah, in a better mental space. That is, if you'd still like me to?"

~~And now he wouldn't even have to!~~

"I'm still not entirely sure," Karla confessed. "On the one hand, I want her to forgive me. On the other, I don't like sending people to do the hard stuff for me."

"Admirable," he granted her. "Then... I think she might be ready to talk fairly soon. If you'd like to try."

"I think I might," Karla said, where 'fairly soon' was translated as 'today.' "I should check on her and see if she needs more tea or anything."

"She'd appreciate that," he agreed. "She mentioned that the tea was especially useful, last night."

More accurately, she'd offered him some. But she would only do that if it was useful, so there you go, a shiny new compliment made entirely out of reason!

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