Buffy made up her mind quickly, she had hoped not to have to face Angel
again so soon with her newly gained knowledge but she had to trust him,
maybe even join forces with him if it helped her rescue her brother,
assuming that she wasn't just being paranoid about Doyle being missing that
was.
Slowly she sneaked down the corridor outside her room and listened carefully for voices. Once she was satisfied the trio were still downstairs talking she snuck back to her room to prepare.
She gathered weapons together in readiness, just the basics - crossbow and bolts, sword and six stakes. Hey, a stake would kill virtually anything if stabbed in with enough force.
Different clothes were also called for. If she ended up on a rescue mission to save Doyle it was almost certain to end in extreme violence and destruction of clothes, so pretty and expensive black cashmere sweaters could just go back in their bags and stay there. Buttery soft red leather pants ditto.
She sorted hastily through the closet selecting much heavier and slightly battle-scarred black leather pants, her clumpiest combat boots, a black leather bustier with invisible elasticized bits, well-worn black leather wrist guards and her long leather coat. Comfortable to fight in, cool looking, giving her some protection and if it got more damaged or destroyed - well, at least it wasn't shiny and new.
She strapped the sword to her side and tucked the crossbow under her arm, her stakes were tucked invisibly into pockets and boots, artfully draping her coat over her arm to temporarily hide both the sword and crossbow she walked noiselessly to the top of the stairs where the faint murmur of voices still drifted up.
Slowly she sneaked down the corridor outside her room and listened carefully for voices. Once she was satisfied the trio were still downstairs talking she snuck back to her room to prepare.
She gathered weapons together in readiness, just the basics - crossbow and bolts, sword and six stakes. Hey, a stake would kill virtually anything if stabbed in with enough force.
Different clothes were also called for. If she ended up on a rescue mission to save Doyle it was almost certain to end in extreme violence and destruction of clothes, so pretty and expensive black cashmere sweaters could just go back in their bags and stay there. Buttery soft red leather pants ditto.
She sorted hastily through the closet selecting much heavier and slightly battle-scarred black leather pants, her clumpiest combat boots, a black leather bustier with invisible elasticized bits, well-worn black leather wrist guards and her long leather coat. Comfortable to fight in, cool looking, giving her some protection and if it got more damaged or destroyed - well, at least it wasn't shiny and new.
She strapped the sword to her side and tucked the crossbow under her arm, her stakes were tucked invisibly into pockets and boots, artfully draping her coat over her arm to temporarily hide both the sword and crossbow she walked noiselessly to the top of the stairs where the faint murmur of voices still drifted up.
