She promises she won't traumatize and small children. It is Thanksgiving, after all. She takes the crossbow from him with a smile, before starting to make her way out of the kitchen, anticipating him to follow in tow.
"This way," Sam tells her, motioning down one of the Kashtta's hallways.
You know, toward one of the restricted sections wanderers are often told not to go to since all sorts of dastardly things can happen!!! Sam keeps a tight grip on his weapon as he steers Buffy further down the sealed off area. If anyone were to look at them right now, they would think the twosome are in the middle of a serious investigation.
Which it is.
Faintly, they'll be able to hear clucking sounds that are almost mocking.
She stops at the sound of the clucking, quietly and carefully picking her way around the pitfalls in the hallway, gesturing for Sam to follow her. She slowly rounds the corner of the doorway where the turkey is, and watches, slowly raising the crossbow to frame the shot.
The turkey is exponentially larger than Sam remembers.
Sam doesn't ask anymore how this is possible, because Rifts. Madness. Chaos. These are all ingredients to the disastrous smoothie that is Chicago. Sam is trying to be as smooth and badass as the Slayer, but he might come into a bit of trouble.
Y'know, when the large tail feathers smack him right in the face.
Sam is tall, which is part of the reason why the tail feathers do as much damage as they do, but the fact that the turkey is that big has Buffy freezing for all of a second. That was not the appropriately sized turkey she bought from the store.
How is she even going to cook all of this?!?!
However, once Sam is smacked in the face she gets jolted to her senses a bit, reaching for his arm to pull him back a bit. "One of these days, I'm going to kill the rift."
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She promises she won't traumatize and small children. It is Thanksgiving, after all. She takes the crossbow from him with a smile, before starting to make her way out of the kitchen, anticipating him to follow in tow.
"Which way did he go?"
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You know, toward one of the restricted sections wanderers are often told not to go to since all sorts of dastardly things can happen!!! Sam keeps a tight grip on his weapon as he steers Buffy further down the sealed off area. If anyone were to look at them right now, they would think the twosome are in the middle of a serious investigation.
Which it is.
Faintly, they'll be able to hear clucking sounds that are almost mocking.
The turkey is saying come and get it.
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She stops at the sound of the clucking, quietly and carefully picking her way around the pitfalls in the hallway, gesturing for Sam to follow her. She slowly rounds the corner of the doorway where the turkey is, and watches, slowly raising the crossbow to frame the shot.
You're going down, feathers.
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Sam doesn't ask anymore how this is possible, because Rifts. Madness. Chaos. These are all ingredients to the disastrous smoothie that is Chicago. Sam is trying to be as smooth and badass as the Slayer, but he might come into a bit of trouble.
Y'know, when the large tail feathers smack him right in the face.
Ow.
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How is she even going to cook all of this?!?!
However, once Sam is smacked in the face she gets jolted to her senses a bit, reaching for his arm to pull him back a bit. "One of these days, I'm going to kill the rift."
Sure, Buffy. Of course you will.