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5. FEAST

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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.

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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.

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Oh, hell.

"Not to be rude, but what the hell do you think you're doing?"

[Saori has, in fact, not heeded the invitation and is wandering through the forest as usual, pretty heedless of any and all possible danger. She missed Drusilla's announcement, and nobody really informed her of the resident Vampire...]

"My dear magician. Come to me." She switches into a singsong voice: "I'm not wearing any clothiiiiiiiiing."

Buffy Summers was not so much protective of the lake as she was of its environs. The now-overgrown clearing where the house used to be. The familiar paths. The memory-drenched shore. And upon hearing such an open, unhinged invitation? She couldn't exactly ignore it -- no matter what she and Spike had quietly decided between the two of them.

Besides? There was no sin in a reconnaissance. There was no sin in patrolling and perhaps coming across the same space that was earmarked for something else. There was no sin in taking care of her town. Nor any in eyeing up her enemies.

And so -- with sunset long behind her and with a rustling revenge in her blood for what Drusilla had done to Jack while the Kin'corans were in town -- Buffy Summers took to the woods around the western lake. Seemingly unarmed.

[What's this? What's this what's this? Enormous power, here. Power and something sweet and something delicious like truffles, truffles with those expensive diamonds sprinkled over them.

Dru moves closer through the trees, still keeping behind a rather large oak, and speaks:]

That frock is fetching. Where did you get it?

"Thaaaat's... great for you. Really."

Crazy vampires. Yeesh.

"I'm a little more concerned with you throwing parties for the New Feathers. These parties, they don't involve you feeding on said New Feathers, do they?"

[That voice. Oh gods. That takes him back, straight to things he does not under any circumstances want to remember. It takes him a moment to pull out of this horrific reverie, and when he finally does speak, he's clearly angry.]

You. What do you think you're doing?

Oh, a slayer a slayer. Drusilla had known when she made the invitation that a slayer might come.

She sucked some pigs' blood from her fingertips and followed the feeling, the felt feeling of slayerly presence.

She liked walking naked in the woods. Her frock was dirty; she was going to wash it in the lake. She liked to walk to the lake to wash.

As she walked she projected a thought toward the slayer: Spike. Spike and Drusilla in bed. Walls cracking; sheets twisting. The absence of sweat and the presence of ecstasy.

We're back. We're going to do this place like we've done the others. It will be ours.

[She turns, her eyes narrowed towards the tree. Something feels off about...whoever was speaking, the hairs on the back of her neck rising. A breeze drifts through the trees, swirling all around Drusilla. A warning? or an invitation of her own?]

Tengoku. It was a gift from Heaven.

[Loki can smell creepy a mile away. Creepy is his bread and butter, because it's such a useful way to get people to do things.

But this creepy? Oh, it seems the very serious sort, the kind that comes with a giant bright red warning label that reads Hello, I am utterly crazy.

And, well, he's also well-acquainted with crazy.

Curious, he goes to take a look. First he hides himself with invisibility. Once satisfied, he takes another slow tour, quite visible.]

(ooc: Though if Dru could have found him while he was invisible, poke me and I'll roll this back slightly. <3)

"No, dearest. They do not."

They involve PLAYING with the New Feathers first, Harry. Duh.

"I've missed you."

[Ugh. Something holy. Hallowed things were not to be handled too directly. They could be dangerous. Poisonous. Drusilla sticks her fingers in her mouth, thinking. Then:]

My frock is a gift from the Mallies. I need a new one. It's tattered.

An invitation, my brother. An invitation to all -- to you, too, if you would like to clasp it close.

[Come back to her, Prince. Come back.]

[OOC: It's cool she might have sensed something but he is pretty powerful, being a god and all.]

Hallo? Are you lost? Would you like to see my clary sage?

[He's handsome. Broody. She likes them broody. And by "clary sage" she means "scary cage," actually.]

I didn't know which was more infuriating, the fact that she kept derailing the subject like that, or the fact that she might be completely serious.

"... I'm flattered, really. So you're not going to hurt any New Feathers."

"I am going to hurt them slowly, one by one. He loves me, he loves me not -- pluck pluck pluck!"

She was completely sincere about missing him, really. Her loneliness was almost unbearable.

"Harry?"

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Wh-why not just...wait for the new feather party coming up.

[ Because then people wouldn't be out in the woods with a crazy vampire who hurts and attacks people. But Helios knows that is not going to be the case here. Still it's...worth a shot, right? Helios is just...more than a little unnerved by this, yes. ]

Is it? Why do you not venture into town and get a new one?

[Saori's own clothing shifts, as if by magic, into something more modern]

And why do you hide behind that tree?

"Okay, is there any way I could talk you out of hurting them?"

Because I really did not feel like rounding up the posse on her today, I tell you what.

"Make love to me on the shore of the lake, beneath the willow.

Or in her branches.

I shall bring the pink feather pillows and the shepherdess costume."

She might reconsider in that event, really. You're just so deliciously tall, Harry.

Oh, holy hell's freaking bells. This conversation just kept getting creepier.

"Okay, any suggestions that are PG-rated?"

I hide because you have the eye of heaven. And the eye of heaven troubles me.

[She reaches down and spreads the tattered skirt of her dress. The animals have torn it. Animals and Kin'Corans.]

And I have not been to the town in an age. Not in an age. It is a dangerous place, the town.

This IS a party. This is a New Feather party! And I shall stuff pillowsfull!

"Harry." That was a clear pout, that was. "Parentally guided? I could cover your eyes if you wished."

[That sets a few warning bells off in her head, and the breeze around the tree picks up.]

I'd like very much for you to stop hiding. I can see you around the tree all the same. I won't hurt you, and I may even bring you a new dress.

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