5. FEAST

[hismasterpiece]

[Voice]

Hallo, pretty New Feathers! I am hosting a feast. A feast by the lake to the West.

[Not the southern lake -- she needs to keep certain peoples' attention away from the lonely house she inhabits there.]

You are all invited! I have prepared something for you. It tastes of mint and chicory and iron! Yarrow and tansy! It will make you stronger.


Come.

[/Voice]

[Action]

Drusilla will be stalking about the woods as usual, eager to assist anyone who HASN'T heeded her invitation.

There is a cage waiting there, hidden under the trees. It is large enough to house a full-grown adult human.

It tastes of mint and iron.

[/Action]

Comments

[zumo]

[Perhaps he blinked, or glanced down to his sword at the right time, but either way, he remains free of any snares for the moment.

Narrowing his eyes, he gives a dry response.] Well, I guess that would depend. Can't say I haven't done my fair share of killing myself. [He keeps his gaze on his sword, gripping it now as if it could give some sort of security.]

But...it's more than just that, isn't it? [He tries, tries to think back..."thirsty," she had said.] That night, when I found you by the fountain...

[hismasterpiece]

[As long as he has that sword, she is definitely not going to try anything. But Drusilla probably wouldn't anyway; she is family-starved still, and he is of her kind -- though different.]

Dead. I'd been dead. She killed me. The Slayer.


You'd best beware of her, kin.

[zumo]

Dead? [Now he looks up and peers over at Drusilla with a furled brow. He knows about the resurrections, of course, so that's not the interesting part, per se.]

So there's someone else here who can kill.....us? [The pronoun is used hesitantly, but if she really believes them to be similar (and for all he knows, they are; the rasetsu came from the West, after all), maybe she'll feel inclined to give him more information this way.]

[hismasterpiece]

There is. She runs in the moonlight, but it hates her. HATES. Buffy Summers, the slayer.


Kill her for me, yes?

[zumo]

Kill her? [He can't help but let out a chuckle at that one.]

No offense, lady, but we just met. We've got a ways to go before I'll start killing for you.