Home? (Open)

[Aleks Schtauffen]

Rumors, rumors, rumors. Rumors were what fueled the truth at time and thus they were what brought the long-lost watcher 'home', or at least something that could PASS as a possible home in the sense that it was the new council or so he'd been led to believe. The tall, wirey son of a bitch was clad in his full-on gear, every ounce of his tactical attire was on due to the fact he'd yet to get 'debriefed' and just now arrived back from Asia.

Oh, his gear had suffered quite the beat down! From his worn kevlar pants to his beaten-up combat vest to his scuffed and roughed-up boots and gloves. His attire's color scheme? Stereotypical black with a black-ops feel to the entirety of it all!His skin was surprisingly pale for a human's but that would be due to the fact he hunted his prey at the time they were awake and ready.

Was he armed? Heh, it was a definate damned possibility! His combat vest had the rosewood grip of a Colt M1911A1 sticking out of a cross draw holster, but the thigh and side riggings that might go with that outfit weren't there, instead he toted a beat-up navy-blue kevlar duffle bag that looked like it was fairly damned heavy, might even bring to question how the hell he so easily hefted it!

"Hello?" The lightly East European accent rang out, clearly trying to get *someone's* attention in this damned place.

[Alana Meyers]

Alana's blue eyes lifted as she walked in from the courtyard focusing on the blond man. Appreciatively she admired his rugged appearance, the guy looked like he had been through a few battles in his time even if he did look young. She approached somewhat slowly and cautiously unsure if she should respond to him or just pass on her way, but the bad boy visage always did appeal to her and she opted for the first option.

"Hello, can I help you?" She asked calmer and less confident than she may have if it had been a slayer in front of her. The slayers Alana knew how to take Slayers and knew she could push them in the training room. This guy she was still sizing up.

Alana stood waiting for an answer one hand twisting through her hair the other laying slack at her side. This guy looked about as in place here as yellow flower in a patch of purple ones. The slayers were supposed to be the main muscle, followed by the vampires and taught by the watchers. He didn't seem to fit into any of those categories, though he could be a vampire she hadn't quite learned to hone them out yet. She backed up a bit.

[Aleks Schtauffen]

"Yah, you can help me."He spoke with a confident look on his face while those eyes of his locked on her blue ones for a moment, almost looking the part of an enthralled man. Such...Innocence! While he was sure that she wasn't actually *innocent* she looked close enough to the real deal to cause that brief pause of his! He stopped paused before elaborating on what he meant by her helping him. “I am here for debriefing.” Debriefing? What exactly could he mean by that? Who the hell WAS he? “I’m Aleksandr Josef Schtauffen, special operations of z’e Votcher’s Council. I vos in Asia at the time of the damned attack on the council,” it was with this he paused to frown at her.

“I have searched everyvhere from England to..Here. Who is eenn charge, Fraulein?”He asked in a calm, confident voice. His eyes narrowed, focusing on the face of the woman in sheer scrutiny and nothing else, clearly he was checking her out, not in a sexual way but more or less a way to see if he could see anything about her that he couldn’t see at first glance. “Who are you, Fraulein?” A brow would begin to rise, clearly in question. This woman was not one he knew and she seemed to be a watcher of some sort.

[Alana Meyers]

Alana's eyes remained on his as he spoke. So he was a watcher, but not of the older variety. She could definitely get into this... yeah but what the hell was a debriefing... sounded like some kind of complicated military term to her. She blushed lightly when he introduced himself asking her name in turn.

"I'm Alana Lynn Meyers," She spoke in clear English. The hand of hers that was still in her hair presses a strand behind her ear that had fallen from its harness in the back of her head. "I think you might be looking for either Buffy or Faith or maybe someone else I don't really know everyone yet, I'm just a junior slayer girl."

Alana turned her head downward expecting disappointment or worse now that she'd introduced herself. She began to turn to help him find someone who might have been able to help him better than she could. "Let me see if I can find someone for you.. its not always the easiest to find people in this place," She mumbled as she turned.

God she sounded pathetic, this guy was cute and she was acting like some pathetic kid who had no idea what was going on. The story of her life, being inadequate what would be next being used?

She stood frozen in her spot for a moment lost in her head remembering the last time she felt so small. The man her father had chosen for her, nearly 10 years her senior looked down on her. A shiver ran up her spine. He had pushed her aside like a rag doll and taken what he wanted.

No she had to forget that. This man wasn't the freak she left behind. She began to move further into the lobby before turning on him. "You coming?"

[Aleks Schtauffen]

She was pretty, very pretty. She was enough to almost distract him from the conversation in her own, innocently sweet kind of way. Of course, in the end no one was innocent in those hardened eyes of his, not even children anymore. The blonde-haired soldier followed in her step, when she looked to him to asking him if he following her? He was already behind her, nearly knocking into her! No, he'd stopped in mid-step giving her a questioning look.

"Why are Buffy and Faith in charge?"It was a legitimate question, he knew of the two well enough. They were vampires slayers, damn good ones! However, they were just that: slayers. This was a council of Watchers, not slayers! "I can only assume Councilmen Travers is deceased, what about the other senior watchers? Mr. Wyndam-Pryce, perhaps?" Of course, he didn't mean Wesley.

He meant the man's father, the prickish son of a bitch who abused the poor glasses-wearing hero. That's enough of Wesley, back to Aleks! "..Yah? Nein? Maybe?"He asked, with his thin eyebrows lifting. He was rude, he was arrogant..But that's how he needed to be when he saw those blue eyes of hers.

Being an asshole was his defense. His only defense in a social situation.

[Alana Meyers]

Alana frowned slightly when his tone changed. She knew nothing of the watchers council, hell she didn't know much about watchers in themselves except they were there to assist the slayers in their unyielding task. Fight the good fight and all that crap, no fight was really good it might be fun but not good. Her lips pierced together slightly in a hard line before she spoke.

"I'm sorry I don’t know any of the them, the only ones I kinda know are Buffy and Faith and that’s mostly because they tend to break things up when we junior girls get carried away," Alana's tone got a little harder as she tried to gauge if he was seriously this harsh or if he was testing her.

"Maybe we can find another watcher somewhere around here, they usually hang out where the most slayers are congregated, I'd try the training room first." Alana continued as she turned away again heading for that very room. Her body language said she was slightly offended by his tone when she was just trying to be helpful. She kept her distance even if she was still attracted to him and saw a lot of herself in the man. Perhaps he had a painful amount of skeletons residing in his closet too.

[Aleks Schtauffen]

"Vhy aren't you training if you're a slayer?"He asked, almost in a growl more than a voice. He just clearly was NOT in a happy-crappy mood today, he made that much apparent by his tone alone! He didn't smell the greatest at the moment, he was without sleep and most of all? He was aching in every muscle fiber of his body, this was no joke! He felt like he'd been raped by a train, that was just how utterly sore he was.

"Vhot kind of council is this? An amatuer vone?"Oh, he was pissed. So young yet so full of complete and utter RAGE! It was almost hysterical if you liked watching slow breakdowns of the human spirit, otherwise it was mildly sad. "..Slayers are a dime a dozen, the council should have focused on its special operations more, perhaps I vould not have been STRANDED in Asia."That last part? Eh, mostly to himself! "..I'm not even thirty and I'm getting gray hair from theese shit."

Wow, now he was mainly just ranting to himself as they walked."I'm almost out of supplies, ammunition, arrows, stakes. "He looked to Alana. "Do you even have a stocked armory?"And here came the eyebrow raise of contempt and doom.

[Alana Meyers]

The airs on the back of Alana's neck stood straight up. Who the hell did this guy think he was, being rude was one thing but being a prick was another thing entirely. Her whole demeanor did a 180 as she turned back upon him.

"Listen here Jerk-off, this isn't some full of shit military operation or a watcher's council, And so far as I can tell you don't look like no great watcher you look more like a Beggar who splurged and took a trip to the gym instead of buying food!" Alana practically yelled at him.

"And as for why I'm not training, its because I'm trying to help your sorry ass find the women in charge okay is that good enough for you?" Alana's eyes alit in fiery rage. This is what she got for trying to play nice. Her confidence back she debated using her physical strength to throw him out then decided against it.

This wasn't her choice to make, but damn she wished it was. And what really pissed her off was that she could still see herself being attracted to the prick. If this guy was really a watcher she was really a well it didn't matter because hes not a watcher.

"Maybe you were stuck in Asia so no one would have to deal with your OH SO WONDERFUL PERSONALITY." Alana's fist was curled into a ball as she barely held in her temper. For a moment her blue eyes gazed down to his midsection as she debated where she could hurt him more if she did decide to strike.

[Aleks Schtauffen]

"...." He waited, yes he waited in silent anticipation for her to finish her yelling and her rant before making his move, most likely a move she never expected to happen. Most watchers? Infinitely patient without much irritability towards their slayers, well there was irritability but that was to be expected. How was it answered though? How was her screaming and irritablity answered? Simple!

With a motion that was so damned repetetive to him it was like adoptive muscle memory, the gun was YANKED out of the cross-draw holster on his vest and LEVELED at the Slayer's throat in almost blinding speed, incredible for a human really! "....Votch your FUCKING mouth, slayer! I watched half my unit BURN in Asia you stupid bitch! The other half were either lost or eaten, I was the only one to make it out of there, that's vhy I lost contact, not due to incompetency!" Oh, he was SEETHING anger at the moment!

"I vos sent to Asia to recover a RELIC! A relic I vos forced to destroy so that it did not fall into the vrong hands, it vos a mission my unit had to handle before the slayers vere needed elsevhere and the first could not be allowed to have it! "This is when he attempted to shove the barrel of the gun against her mouth.

"Vone more VORD disrespecting those men directly or indirectly vill result in me pulling this trigger and removing your cocksucker!"..Yes, he just refered to her mouth as a cocksucker, slayer or no slayer..A gun could kill her easier than anything else coujld."..Do ve half an accord on these?"

[Alana Meyers]

Alana regarded him with a calm stoic expression on her face. The man had balls she'd give him that but did he have the nuts to go through with his threat? She decided to test him on that, sure he'd been through hell but she didn't think he'd be able to pull the trigger on her.

"If you're going to shoot, Prick, go ahead... its not as if slayers are meant to last long anyway, hell I'm surprised I lasted this long," Alana taunted her lips piercing afterward. "Come on do it if you've got the balls, or is it just an empty threat?"

She made no move to escape the guns barrel. Being shot would be a welcome end compared to what she may face while out on the hunt. At least guns were merciful especially where he had the gun pointed. It would be quick. "Though if you shot me you would be incompetent at least for a watcher... what with killing a slayer and all, some guidance you offer oh exalted one." Alana's voice became a low hiss.

Alana's hand moved slowly up to the gun while she spoke to him though she didn't touch it. "Oh and blaming slayers for your teams death is not only wrong but stupid," She accused her hand still not touching the gun. "Do you have the balls to shoot me or not, if not put the damn gun away hot shot."

[Aleks Schtauffen]

The almost sad look in her blue eyes had him angry..Very angry at her. "..I von't shoot you, but it isn't due to lack of gumption."He just safetyed the gun as he let it sink back into the kevlar confines of the crossdraw holster. "You vant to die? Fine."With that, he actually pulled the gun BACK out of the holster, unsafetyed it once more and SHOVED it against her chest so she could take it in her hand."Put it against your head and pull the trigger, I von't kill a person not vorth it."

Not worth it? Yep, that's EXACTLY what he said. "I did not blame the slayers for the death of my team, this is vhere you're vrong slayer...Just like you think I'm scared to take your life."Those eyes, probably close to her own age, were so hardened..It was like he was old, but so young at the same time. "..Taking a life is the easiest thing to do, much like dying."

This is when he extended a finger to point at her."Living, is the hardest thing to do in this vorld. Living through agony, torture. Picking your bloodied body off the floor and moving forward. Bitch about your lot in life all you vant, but at least it is a life for you to live." This is when he just brused by her."I can find mine own vay."

[Alana Meyers]

Alana's teeth gritted and she let out a breath she didn't know she was holding. Having a gun pointed at her head was not as much fun as TV made it look. The anger in left her slowly as she watched Aleks walking away from her and toward god knows where. Good let him find his own way if he was going to pull the attitude with her.

Alana only watched him for five minutes before sighing. He is cute... in an over stressed psycho kind of way. Her pointer finger made it to her lips as she thought about whether or not to help him.

"If you're looking for the training room you're going the wrong way," She said in just barely a loud enough tone to get his attention. "But what do I know I'm just a slayer."

Alana walked passed him going in the correct direction of the training room to go train a smirk on her face. Sometimes being a low key smart ass was better than being a bitch.

[Aleks Schtauffen]

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