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[tacticalturtleneck]

[Pick your poison.]


1. Hey, this is Archer. How are you doing? [A pause.] Great, glad to hear it! Also glad to hear you're talking to an automated message. HAHA, SUCKER! Leave one!

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2. Holy shit, did you just see that?! [Paaaaaaaause.] That was you falling for the answering machine trick again! God, when you are going to learn?

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3. Welcome to Ask Archer, where you can ask me what you want and I'll answer your question in public and embarrass you in front of everyone. Maybe you'll learn something. Leave it.

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[tacticalturtleneck]

[While outside, Archer starts to yell at her. Whether he wants to be heard over the wind, has hearing problems himself, or just wants to yell....Buffy can figure that out herself.]

That doesn't mean they still don't suck!!!!

[Did she say something else reasonable? He couldn't hear her over her sucking. Which wasn't being done to him.]

[herotypical]

[ she is forced to raise her own voice high over the whip of wind and snow. barely five steps outside, and her cheeks are already pink. buffy's built for a lot of things, but winter isn't one of them. ]

So they're slow on the reload. I'll give you that much. But they're satisfying. Utterly satisfying.

[tacticalturtleneck]

PHRASING!

[It needed to be said. His laughter echoed as much as it could through the winter air while trudging on through himself.

God, he really wished for a pair of goggles right now.]

[herotypical]

What--?

[ she shouts back -- but only the winter winds know for certain whether she legitimately needed him to repeat himself, or if she was asking for a hell of an explanation. ]

[tacticalturtleneck]

I'm glad that something that shoots slender, tiny darts satisfies you! It really raises the bar!

[Pure sarcasm followed by more laughter. If that's what she actually wanted, she got it. And this sword was getting cold to the touch, even through gloves. How the hell did people do this.]

[herotypical]

I prefer to call them flying fatalities.

[tacticalturtleneck]

What are you, Top Gun?

[Hilarious, except not. More Danger Zone shit, probably.]

How far are we going, holy shit? I feel the shrinkage coming on already.

[herotypical]

[ what is she?

oh. so. okay. he's making a joke, but with them on their merry little way to dispatch some vamps? she might as well tell him: ] I'm the Slayer. Serious. No jokes about metal bands required. That is -- legitimately -- what I'm called.

The Slayer. [ ... ] Vampire Slayer. If you wanna be specific.

[tacticalturtleneck]

How the hell am I not supposed to make a metal joke when that name is so freaking metal!

[Just saying. It's a lot better than "Dutchess" fyi but Buffy never needs to find out about that.]

[herotypical]

[ oh no buffy so needs to find out about that. the end. ]

Ix-nay on the oke-jays. But flattery is always welcome.

[ yes do please tell her how metal she is. ]

[tacticalturtleneck]

What, do you have a ghost behind you who is going to haunt me if I do it? Serious question. And will flattery get me laid? Also serious.

[The last time he'll bring it up, he swears!!!!]

[herotypical]

-- Is that all you think about?

[tacticalturtleneck]

It's on my mind about 10% of the time.

[Pulling out a flask and taking a swig.]

Alcohol the other 90%.

[herotypical]

[ her pace actually slows now. deal with it. ]

How the hell do you ever get anything done? Ever?

[tacticalturtleneck]

If you would have read my books or watched my T.V. show, you'd know my secret is being drunk all the time.

[Shaking his head at this plebe who hasn't even experienced Archer culture.]

What's the freaking hold up?

[herotypical]

What's the--? [ huff. her breath clouds on the air. ] The hold-up is me realizing for the umpteenth time how very screwed this whole spire is.

[tacticalturtleneck]

If you have a problem, it's you! This place is absolutely perfect!

[He thinks she's talking about the layout and she's somehow lost. Woooooo, mistakes.]

[herotypical]

Perfectly headed for disaster, I think you mean. Directing under the influence? That has gotta be against someone's regulations. Somewhere.

[ how can this much of an uptight prude command so much raw primal power? QUESTION FOR THE AGES. ]

[tacticalturtleneck]

Do you see me stumbling and falling? No, you don't! Besides, do you literally want me dead???

[herotypical]

Do you want me to answer honestly?

[ oh 2edgy4u. except buffy actually would rather he not die, all attitude aside. damn that chosen destiny and dutiful compassion for mankind, etc. ]

[tacticalturtleneck]

I'm pretty sure if I say yes, you're going to say 'Please give me the D' so I'm not even worried.

Seriously, if I stopped drinking now, I'm pretty sure the cumulative hangover would literally kill me.

[Serious answer. Both of those.]

1/2

[herotypical]

It's so not the hangover that kills you.

[ ... ]

2/2

[herotypical]

-- W-would it?

[ oh great now she's actually doubting her own knowledge. she must be sick. where are they, stockholm? ]

[tacticalturtleneck]

I've been constantly drunk since I was like 16 years old. Yeah, it'll kill me.

[LIVING THE LIFE, BUFFY.]

[herotypical]

That's --

[ depressing. ]

You have a problem. Has anyone told you that you have a problem?