Kelsey stared into the mirror.  A deep frown showed as she applied lipstick.  The question interrupted Kelsey, who snapped, "No!"

What?" Kelsey sighed.  "Sorry, what did you say?"

"Don't be so jumpy, makeup can be fixed. I was hoping there might be some good parties soon" she said as she looked in the mirror also.

The girl  laughed weakly.  "You wouldn't let a friend go out with badly- applied lipstick, huh?" Kelsey smiled at Gracie Lynn in the mirror.

Nearby, Lucy snorted.  "I don't know, K!  Have you seen who Gracie's hanging out with lately?  She's spending way too much time visiting 'The Island of Misfit Toys'."

She looks at Lucy "Hey, I really needed some help in something and I had to go to them, so stop ragging on them"

Kelsey shrugged.  "They're not so bad.  I mean, Melba is kinda scary, but Garrett is so adorbs!" With a sneer, she added, "Besides, you're only holding a grudge because the new girl humiliated your crush in Dodgeball!"

Lucy raised her head.  "Really?  Why don't you tell Brian at the kegger tonight?"

While the girls bickered, Gracie Lynn peered into the mirror.

This time, the mirror stared back  Gracie Lynn saw her reflection peek at her friends, then turn back with a smirk.   "Tell me, why do we put up with Lucy's shit again?  Why do we put up with that bitch at all?"

Neither Lucy nor Kelsey noticed Gracie Lynn's reflection sassing her!
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Gracie's eyes go wild. What is happening. "I, um, don't know." She wonders what is going on. She talks to Melba, didn't she do magic stuff?

When Gracie Lynn pondered calling Melba, she "heard" her reflection  make with the "tsking".  " Now, now!  You don't wanna call Melba!  Her gay friend hates you, remember?  Look at the way that boy acts when you show Darius any affection!  Boy's just jealous of us, right?""

Now she was wondering if she was crazy. She didn't want to look crazy with the other girls there, if she did, it would be around the school in a light second. "Well, I got to be going, done my smoke and I need to get something from my locker, see you all around"

"Go ahead.  Run away. ". Out of the corner of her eye, Gracie saw her reflection playfully wink. "It's okay!  You'll be back...and we'll talk soon."

Today: Gracie Lynn DuPree rolled 9 using the Unisystem system (1d10+4). will.

Gracie Lynn Dupree inspired a reputation as one of the feistiest, most strong-willed of the Jepson class!  Although the mirror softly mocked her, Gracie Lynn found the strength to walk away.  However, the words uttered by that voice lingered tantalizingly in her mind as she exited the restroom...

Back at Bonita's private gym, she faced Clive in another round of "friendly" sparring!

She got dressed for sparring and walked out onto the mat, ready to fight. "OK, what are we doing today?"

Clive stumbled as he moved to rise again continuing the disparity between the teacher's strength.  Of course when the Englishman rose to his feet, Clive made sure that his padded glove would fly out to snap BJ in the chin in the same motion he rose with.  "Yes well I don't think anyone has used the Marquess's rules in almost one hundred years Bonita.  There's a fascinating study on the growth of the London underground boxing scene.  Where it divides from bare knuckle to street...and I am rambling."

BJ took the hit, barely moving from the blow. Her look said it all as she met Clive's gaze. I have taken your measure..and you didn't impress. She wiped the blood from her split lip and turned away to the students waiting for her to talk.


"Okay.. today, we'll have Buffy doing her thing with Luthien and myself. The rest of you, we'll be discussing tactics, options and covering the basics of teamwork. You aren't going to be fighting till we understand what you know and what your instincts tell you to do. Then we'll work on giving you the right insticts to survive. THEN you get to get in the ring and learn to defend yourselves." She smiled as looked at them. "You're hear to learn to survive..not become 'Slayer lite'. So let's hear your opening questions." She said as she stepped out of the ring, pulling off her gloves.
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If Clive's family line didn't make a career path out of hanging around superhumanly strong women, he might have taken a bit of a pride hit.  But it did.  So he didn't care on that front.  The message that was read loud and clear on the other hand was bothersome as he left the mats.

Clive actually was more than a little curious as to how the Luthien would fare.  Unlike BJ, whom Clive was currently on the outs with, Clive did not trust Luthien still.  You don't dress in all white unless you're a John Woo villain.  With all respects to the Ray Bradbury classic.

"Ah, questions that does remind me.  I will eventually have to have a word with you Buffy.  With less of an audience."  He groaned as while taking off his gloves.  The woman is in better shape than any fitness instructor has business being in.  Someone needs a night off from the gym.

Melba glared at Mr Whitlock.  She may even have growled.  She held back though and said instead to Coach Cordova.  "I daresay I could afford to lose a few pounds.  Might make me a little fitter.  I know I'd hate to have to do that though so how about if I really do build that exoskeleton instead?"

Luthien took his place on the mat, and waited for Buffy. Before starting, he asked, "Do you want full contact, or do you want to hold back? We'll be fighting actual bad guys later, and we'll only heal so much by the time we go hunting them."

He didn't want to insult her if she'd take holding back as an insult, but practically speaking, hitting each other so hard their fists would go through brick and steel half the time might not be wise if they plan on actually killing bad guys later.

"So who are you really, Coach? Sure, maybe you don't go around flouting that you're a championship boxer, but I mean if vampires exist so can the Terminator, right?" Garrett eyed BJ up and down, perhaps looking for loose wires. Melba would be able to confirm or deny whether anyone would build a P.E. Bot to whip the public school kids into shape fit for the furor. Or maybe the BJ-BOT was sent to enslave them when the time was right. Garrett looked askance at Melba.

He tossed his black and purple hair to the side, away from his glistening, pristine eyes. To Clive he said, "How does this Slayer thing work? Why is Buffy so strong?"

Melba smiled to Garrett.  "Don't worry sweetie.  She's not the Terminator.  I haven't built the terminator yet."  She winked at Garrett but then turned her greenish eyes toward the Coach and smiled.  "And I'm not thinking about what she is right now because that information is probably classified and I think Mr Whitfield's information is more important for the time being, so I want to keep my head clear of stuff I could go to prison for knowing."

She turned to Mr Whitfield and said, still to Garrett, "He's probably Talamasca though, except I imagine it's nothing like Ms Rice imagined it."

"1849, The US gains California from Spain via the Treaty of Guadalupe Hidalgo. That same year a vampire moved on a family that ran a farm outside what is now San Diego. The mother and father died and a son ran to a local priest, an uncle. Six years later, the son burned the vampire's nest to the ground and pulled the master vampire out of his hidey hole and watched it burn." She said as she walked over to weapons laid out on the table.

"Cordovas run into the big bad dark critters occasionally, and after a while.. they learned a few tricks. Of course we're talking one or two a generation not a weekly event like the Slayer and her Watchers. She sat down and put up her feet and looked at the kids. "Watchers have god given right to put everything behind the 'society' cover. You'll get dick from Whitlock. Oh, I don't have fancy methods like he's saying he can teach the Slayer here, but then I don't regard her as 'property' like he and his do. I'll teach you how to look around, find weapons, work together and think out the box. Almost half my vampire kills came out of one fight. None of the fancy stuff I did in the ring went into that. I hotwired a bulldozer, flattened their squat and used a tow chain and hook to pull them out of the hole." She grinned to the teens.

"I don't teach fair.. or traditional.. I teach effective." She said looking back at Clive. "Lecture done... I'll let the English refute my claim."
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Melba grinned and whooped as Coach Cordova described hotwiring a bulldozer to destroy a vampire nest.  Then she turned to Buffy.  "Don't like the sound of you're role much.  Sounds like it's Days of Future Past and you're Rachel Summers except you're not a time traveler.  Hmm, you don't have a cousin Scott do you?"

Clive wasn't jumping to refute the last part of her claim.  His body had effective stamped all up and down the mat.  But while he wasn't going to tread into any details as he knew of the slayer line.  He could recite the speech, everything that went bump in the night eventually heard it anyways.  "Into every generation a slayer is born.  One girl in all the world, a chosen one.  She alone will wield the strength and skill to fight the vampires, demons, and the forces of darkness; to stop the spread of their evil and the swell of their number. She is the Slayer."

"She's that strong, because she drew the unluckiest genetic lottery a girl can draw.  Or to borrow another X-men analogy she's Scott Summers without the romance angst.  Well actually she's a teenager that's probably there too."

"Moving to lean against the wall for support.  "Bonita's flash and examples of ingenuity make for a wonderful story.  I'm sure it doesn't gloss over how many people have not succeeded in their endeavors to try and repeat such acts.  Chan was very lucky the other night.  She didn't survive because of exemplary skill, planning, or even effectiveness.  She survived only because she served as bait.  That's not a luxury one affords twice.

"However, as Bonita obviously wants me to repeat it.  Yes, I plan on keeping tight lipped on many a thing."

Luthien actually supported Clive on that one.

"That is quite true. Had Gabrielle wanted to simply eat Chan, she could've done so a solid half hour before BJ, Clive and I got there. It is worth keeping in mind vampires can drain most humans dry in about 10 seconds or so. A particularly big guy like Darius, it might take 20 seconds instead."

Melba sighed... "Right, so... we've made an enemy of Gabrielle.  That means I need to know how to kill them....  I know that Holy Water is pretty awesome but it didn't look like any of them actually died from it.  The stake through the heart thing is true.  What about the rest? Garlic?  Burning? Sunlight? (And if so does it have to be real sunlight or would high intensity UV do the job?)  Beheading?  Dropping loads of salt on the ground so they have to pick it up because all vampires are OCD?  This is all need to know stuff, Sir.  And by the way, don't ever tell me I can't do stuff because I'm Ellen Ripley's fatter cousin.  If it can be done, I'll find a way to do it."

Luthein says, "Well, that's simple enough. Beheading works, either with a sword or other implement. Sunlight works. I do not know if modern science can replicate sunlight that will damage them, you'd have to experiment with that one on your own. Fire works slowly, in that they can't heal quickly from damage done by fire, and they'll remain weak for days after being burned, but unless you actually burn them to their second death, they'll recover eventually, even if that is a week or two down the road. For the record, a second death only counts if the vampire turns to dust. Anything less then that, and you didn't finish the job. Garlic doesn't seem to work. Crosses work in terms of repelling them and delivering painful burns, but they usually aren't fatal. Holy water, as you've discovered, will burn them like acid, but they'll recover from it eventually. If you want to kill them with holy water, mix it into their blood and get them to drink it. They'll turn to dust immediately."

And that's all he's got to say about it.