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[ Accidental Video ]

[ There's a Buffy on screen, sitting on the floor of her room and dumping a red bag of stuff out on the ground. Incense, incense holders, matches-- oh and there's a jar of sand. Buffy looks up. ]

Thanks for coming over. I really appreciate the help. [ And her boyfriend, Riley Finn, kneels down across from her. ]

Sure thing. So what do I do?

[ Buffy hesitates for just a second, her eyes down for that brief moment, then looks up at him. ] Lots. Tons. Lots and lots of tons. [ A brief nod and a smile. ] This is all kinda--

New terrain?

All prayin', no slayin'. [ She lets out an audible breath, it's kind of obvious that she's nervous about something. Buffy looks down to the pile of items and points quickly to the pile. ] The incense needs to be ignited, and there's a job. And, uh, and this stuff needs to get poured around me in a circle, counter-clockwise.

So you need me to light incense and pour sand?

[ Buffy looks up at him with her eyes a little wider than normal. ] Magic incense a-and spooky sand? And the ritual itself is--

Something you do alone. [ Riley looks down for a second before looking back up at her. Buffy's trying her hardest to not look like a deer caught in headlights and failing pretty hard. ] You sure this isn't just your way of trying to make me feel less... what are the words? "Cute and weak and kittenish?"

Kitten-y.

Right. Much manlier.[ Riley stands up and heads over to sit on Buffy's bed now. Buffy's eyes follow him. ] Look, uhm... I really am okay.

I know.

And so I'm not quite Super Guy anymore. It was borrowed power anyway, I had to give it back sometime. [ Riley's tone makes it obvious that he's trying to shrug it off, but he looks down as he speaks and he visibly swallows at the end of his words. Buffy looks a little worried. ]

I know you can handle yourself. I just didn't want to see you get hurt. [ A little shrug. ]

Maybe instead of you trying to take care of me, we agree to take care of each other. Deal?

[ Buffy smiles and stands up. ] Done. [ Riley stands then and the two shake hands and Riley leans over to kiss her forehead. ] For luck.

[ Riley turns to leave, but Buffy doesn't let go of his hand and pulls him back. ] Hey! [ A coy smile. ] A girl needs more luck than that.

[ Then they kiss on the lips after a brief smile from Riley, who then turns to leave the room. ] Have a nice trip. [ Buffy shuts the door after him, then turns around to light incense and pour oddly colored red sand in a circle on the ground, then-- the video cuts out. ]

{ ooc: THIS COLOR IS RILEY. Non-colored dialogue is Buffy. Canon move to No Place Like Home. Replies ICly the next day and when she replies, if you look closely (replies only, not in the original post) you can see the remnants of an injury on her forehead above her left eye-- it kind of just looks like a weird scratch by now though. }

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See ya.

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[Kefka knocks on the door of Buffy's house a few minutes after midnight. He's wearing a red raincoat over his clothing so that he doesn't look too conspicuous.]

Grandma's house is the one down the street, sorry. Come on.

Grand--that's the story of Little Red Cap, right? I'm still learning about Earths.

[He tugs down the hood of the coat, looking around as he steps in. The air smells like magic, something earthy--he can't place it. It's too faint. This whole world smells like magics and it's messing with him.] Lead the way! Where's our patient?

Little Red Ridinghood. Keep quiet, she's sleeping. I don't really want to have to explain this to everyone.

That's the name! [That's not helping either! But in this new world, he's too busy looking at things to investigate that weird magic that's everywhere. Besides, why wouldn't it be there?]

I can do. You want a diagnosis and cure, right? I can't promise anything, but I'm confident I can at least help!

If you can. There are a bunch of doctors working on it but if you can fix it before then I am so for it.

I'll do my best I can.

[Follow, follow--something in that room over (the one where Dawn is sleeping, that's what he doesn't know) there is really pinging him wtf--and following some more.]

She hasn't been exposed to large amounts of magic for a lot of time, has she? That can cause issues on my world, but your magic seems a lot less sticky than mine.

Doesn't cause issues here. If it did Willow'd be sicker than Mom is.

[Incense and magic don't go together in Kefka's head, so he just thinks she has good taste in candles. There's traces of Willow's old spells up, though, bits and pieces knocking on his head.]

[He whispers back.]

Your mother, huh? What are her symptoms? That can help me know where to look. [beat] Something smells like magic around here; it's unnerving. This whole town does...

[And they're at Joyce's room.]

Really really bad headaches, she passed out the other day, she's really tired.

Right, uh. Since you're here and you're helping I'm guessing I can probably... Okay, so Sunnydale was built on this thing called the Hellmouth. Which is like a place that a whole bunch of magic energy gathers together in one place and makes a bunch of weird magic things happen on accident. Plus, you know, it might attract a demon or two every now and then? There's nothing supernatural wrong with my mom, though, I already checked that.

That sounds like something with breathing or the brain...

[Nod, nod.] Makes sense. My world does that as well, although it doesn't attract demons, it makes them. No one's build a town on it, though...

[Kefka follows her in, quiet as a ghost. A very quiet librarian ghost. He stands at Joyce's side and puts his hands over her; he sighs, closes his eyes, and murmurs something like "libra" under his breath.]

[He's quiet for five minutes, standing there. Then, he relaxes, opens his eyes and turns to Buffy.]

I have good news, better news, and bad news. What order do you want them in?

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Uh, good, bad, then better. Unless they won't make sense in that order.

[He follows her out and explains in a whisper.]

Good news is, I found what it is.

You probably know all the parts of the body, and you know that sometimes, cells in the body grow unnaturally fast and drain the body of health. I believe they call it the neoplasm, or "new growth," on Earth. These can happen in all parts of the body.

There is one in her brain. That is what's causing her to black out. If it's not removed, it will eventually kill her.

Bad news is, this is one of the things I can't help much with. I can try doing something to damage the cells of the neoplasm and slow or stop their growth, but it'll still need to be removed. I can't remove it--a brain is incredibly delicate, and one wrong move could change her personality or make her forget how to speak. I wouldn't risk that without her permission, and even with it, I'm not a specialist in working with brains. I'd have to rewire her whole body to fix the problem, and I would need her permission as well as yours to do so.

Furthermore, once the neoplasm is removed, there's a chance that another one will grow or that part of her brain will weaken and die from the damage already caused by the neoplasm. The former is fixable; the latter is an instantaneous death, painless, and unpredictable.

The better news is that brain death is very rare! And Earth science can remove neoplasms from the brain! If I read the wikipedia right... My world has brain surgery, albiet rather unsophisticated. This world's surgical medicine is more advanced! It is curable, although it will take time. And probably money.

Your mother can be saved. I would suggest preparing for the worst just in case--the human body is fickle and medicine and science are not perfect--but this is something you can prevent.

[And, perhaps--perhaps this woman's death was fated and he is changing the future. Or the girl will break destiny apart again for him. Either way, the chaos created is worth helping save someone's life.]

[Plus, magic gift basket!]

Do you want any more information? Should I figure out if neoplasm is the right word?

So it's definitely fixable though and the doctors here will... totally find it. Okay. Okay.

[Ok, getting out his book. It pops open with a squeak, and Kefka runs his hands over the pages as he checks wikipedia. N-E-O-P-L-A-S-M.]

It's...a tumor. The cancer? No, I don't know if it's a cancer. It's a bunch of cells that are growing too fast. It's a thing. I'm not a medical doctor, so I can't say. But this is a thing your doctors can fix.

Okay. Thank you. You wanted magic stuff right? We can stop by the store, I'll let Giles know what I grabbed in the morning.

Right! Let's go!

[She's having emotional turmoils right now. He's pretty sure. Typical human response, and she'd probably be happier if he ignored it, and he'd be happier to not deal with it, so ignoring go!]

[Kefka gazes around the town as they walk, oohing and aahing at all the places. There's some source of magic far away that cuts through the haze of Hellmouth magic, buzzing at the back of his skull like an oversized mosquito; the Hellmouth magic smells smokey and sickly sweet and tastes faintly bitter when he opens his mouth, poison and fire and pearl all rolled into one unpleasant mess. There's traces of old magic, paths of magical creatures criss-crossing the streets in zigs and zags.]

[And then there are the neon lights on buildings, the faint musk of protection magics dotting windows, the cracks in concrete and the scratchiness of brick and the smell of car and barbeque and the sounds of cheers and song and speech in the far off distance.]

[It's beautiful. He itches to destroy it, turn song to screams and bathe in the tumult of sound and smell and sight and touch and taste. But he can't, not yet. Patience.]

It's nice.

[Who cares if the walk takes longer? Even a random encounter wouldn't ruin this night! In fact, it'd make it even better!]

Glad you like. The town's pretty small, but it's home.

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the hellmouth magic sensing thing isn't godmodey, is it? :B orz /jus thought of this

NAH MANAH it's cool. I don't think it'd be difficult to sense.

ok! phew -A- 1/3

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