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route_10652012-03-20 11:17 pm
technophobe) wrote in route_10652012-03-20 11:17 pm
[closed traveling log]
Who: Giles and Buffy
Where: Route 29!
When: March 19 - 23. ish.
Summary: A valley girl and a tweedy Englishman go hiking through the forest.
Rating: PG? PG-13?
Log:
[ Giles is not unfamiliar with the idea of alternate dimensions.
He's read numerous books on the subject, and as a Watcher-in-training had the rare and unpleasant opportunity to peer into several Hell dimensions. He can name a number of demon worlds -- at least, those with names that humans can attempt to pronounce -- and though he has never stopped to contemplate it in these terms exactly, he could devote a good deal of thought to the possibility of a world without shrimp.
So Johto's existence doesn't catch him off-guard, exactly. No, that's left to the specifics.
At this point, he's gone through the contents of their backpacks and gotten a bit more comfortable with the idea of letting out his starter, and the horse trots along a few yards to their right. Giles' gaze returns to her every half-minute or so, and ever since the initial incredulity wore off he hasn't been able to shut up. ]
It's simply-- it's, it's utterly remarkable, the variety of creatures here.
Where: Route 29!
When: March 19 - 23. ish.
Summary: A valley girl and a tweedy Englishman go hiking through the forest.
Rating: PG? PG-13?
Log:
[ Giles is not unfamiliar with the idea of alternate dimensions.
He's read numerous books on the subject, and as a Watcher-in-training had the rare and unpleasant opportunity to peer into several Hell dimensions. He can name a number of demon worlds -- at least, those with names that humans can attempt to pronounce -- and though he has never stopped to contemplate it in these terms exactly, he could devote a good deal of thought to the possibility of a world without shrimp.
So Johto's existence doesn't catch him off-guard, exactly. No, that's left to the specifics.
At this point, he's gone through the contents of their backpacks and gotten a bit more comfortable with the idea of letting out his starter, and the horse trots along a few yards to their right. Giles' gaze returns to her every half-minute or so, and ever since the initial incredulity wore off he hasn't been able to shut up. ]
It's simply-- it's, it's utterly remarkable, the variety of creatures here.
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[She wraps her hands around the straps of her backpack and sighs, looking skyward.
It's not so much that she's even a glass half-full kind of girl, she's usually pretty optimistic, but more like she'd rather take the whole damn glass and smash it at the moment. It would probably be very cathartic.
Unlike the Watcher to her right, this Slayer is significantly less versed in the accounts of Hell dimensions. She's developed a good knack for tuning Giles out when he starts meandering away from the here and now, 'now' relating to whatever Big Bad was hassling them that week. Get in, get out, get the job done and leave pondering over the more mystical parts of the whole mystical convergence that was the Hellmouth to him.
She kicks another clod of dirt, staining the toe of her new boot. Before leaving town she'd traded out her definitely-too-clubby-to-hike-in chunky heels for the mossy green, knee high footwear. They don't mesh all that great with her leather pants + sequined sweater combo, but she wasn't going to go changing behind trees with so many people lurking around town.
Her starter practically dances ahead of them, bounding over puddles, waving her tail and having a grand old time of things. At least two people in this party are excited, Buffy figures. Three, if she can count the horse, the horse seems pretty happy.]
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[ He frowns, brow furrowed, clearly thinking entirely too much about this. It's not that he's particularly thrilled about the sudden change of setting or the hiking trip-- but, well, after a while the scholar in him takes over and things like personal safety come second to research and contemplation.
Giles has outright refused to ditch his tweed, though as a concession to the mud he's swapped out his shoes for the more practical ones provided. He did make a conscious effort to keep Buffy from seeing the fedora they've given him, unsure of how much mocking laughter it might spark. ]
The difference being that... well, i-it does not seem particularly hostile to humans, despite the strong presence of what might be regarded as... monsters, demons, mystical creatures without notable human attributes. From what I can tell, those that, that will attack travelers do so only in defense of territory, not out of any particular sense of malice.
[ He looks to the Eevee for emphasis. ]
In any case, I've a number of workable theories as to the means by which we were drawn here, few concerning the use of any fixed portal. The entry point seems to be entirely mundane; it may be in our best interests to do as instructed and seek an area more... established.
[ Somewhere with more than a dozen houses would be nice. Especially if it actually contains a place to stay and gather supplies, both magical and not. ]
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More established, right. Something with a decent hotel and hot, running water would be nice, too.
[A thought occurs to her and she reaches for her bag, unzipping it to rifle through its contents for her map. Folding it out, offering an edge to Giles, she scrutinizes their destination, comparing its size to some of the other, larger cities.]
"Cherrygrove City". Doesn't look like much from- hey! Fluff-er...Flufferface! [Up ahead of them, Eevee has started to nose into some of the taller grass, the small creature almost minute in comparison. Buffy's 'come back here' gesture seems to have been understood, as it turns around and all but skips back to them with a happy call in return.
Feeling rather pleased, the most pleased she's felt all day, Buffy then catches Giles' look.]
...what?
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[ More interested in looking properly exasperated than examining the map more thoroughly, he releases his edge to gesture at Buffy's starter. ]
It looks, um, vaguely vulpine, that- that certainly offers more than enough in the way of potential names. To look at mythology alone--
[ Don't let him get started. ]
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[Tucking the map under her arm, she stoops to carefully pick up the Eevee. The animal doesn't seem to mind the handling overmuch, chirruping pleasantly at her human companions. Buffy absently scratches behind the little creature's ears.]
Why not "Apple"?
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Nonsensical, though rather less so, I will admit. Still, you'll forgive me for choosing something a bit more- more intelligent for my own, um--
[ He just kind of... gestures to the horse. Despite himself, his expression is shifting to something more seriously thoughtful, brow furrowed in consideration. ]
Supposing I do name the creature-- well, Greek seems rather unimaginative, but also somewhat unavoidable. Due, of course, to the sun god Helios and, and related figures, who were linked quite strongly to fire and to horses--
Do you suppose 'Pyrois' is too obvious?