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Post by Buffy Summers on Apr 13, 2018 17:23:36 GMT
ULTIMATE BUFFY
THE ULTIMATE BUFFY/ANGEL RPG
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It’s funny how things work out in the end; you just have to make damn sure it really is the end and not the beginning.
It seemed like a long time ago, the destruction of Sunnydale. In fact, It had only been a year. Amazing, right? Hard lessons and time have taught me that nothing, and I mean nothing, is ever that easy. I suspect demons were there to help. Someone who wanted Sunnydale back must have made a dirty deal, possibly selling a soul or two, or maybe even their own to get that kind of construction up and going that fast. But there it was; all squeaky new. Already, people were flocking to the fully loaded-cheap as hell (no pun intended) homes. Didn’t people ever learn? Great homes, granite counter tops, half acre lots, all the amenities, for one low price! The fact that it’s on a Hellmouth, well, that never quite makes the cut on those glossy real estate brochures. I’m sure they knew that something was out of place, but all they saw were the two car garages. Still. It had been ground zero. As much as the gang wanted someone else to go, I knew it had to be me.
I had a slayer’s intuition about these things. Giles had big plans overseas. He was talking about making command central in Germany or someplace like that; a castle where potentials would go to train; a new team of slayers with leaders, a hub of communications, witches... The whole sha-bang. I knew he would see it through. Only one small change; I wanted it here. On the new Sunnydale.
So here I was, signing my own agreement on a shanty house in the outskirts of town. Why would anyone pay that kind of money on a piece of crap was beyond the real estate agent. I knew that’s what she was thinking, but we had plans for this place. Big plans. It was going to be Command Central. With a little help and a lot of money, this place was going to protect us from everything; the government, evil, even ourselves. Top Secret, much?
Which brings me back to the end, or the beginning. Whatever it is, it’s going to be hard. It’s going to hurt and it’s going to be complicated. We’re going to get through it though, if we’re together.
