Summary: This is the eleventh part of a series
Principal Flutie's Office, 9AM, September 26th
Alexander Harris entered the Principal's Office unsure of what to expect. He'd been given a note in his second period class to report to the office immediately. Reaching the door, he found Giles, Jenny and Uncle Hondo standing next to the receptionist's desk. No time for conversation, they were ushered in to find Principal Flutie, Vice Principal Snyder, Deputy Mayor Finch, the Chief of Police, a detective and Mayor Richard Wilkins.
"Alexander, gentlemen, please come in," the Mayor greeted with a smile. "We've a situation and an opportunity we'd like to discuss with you." He gestured at chairs drawn into the room for them.
"Alexander, you are the key to what we'll be discussing," the Mayor emphasized. "First, we seem to have had an upsurge in the last few years in gang activity, youth mortality rates, and other statistical anomalies centered mainly around those of high school and early college years. It has come to our attention that you and your uncle, with support or mentorship of others, have been taking a proactive role in this area of concern. Secondly, we have been informed that your emphasis on turning over quite a sizable inventory of items and identifications over the last six months is quite astounding, especially without complaints, so we'd like you both to work for the City of Sunnydale, Alexander as a Consultant with the Mayor's Office, and Mr. Harris as a Consultant with the Police Department. You, Mr. Harris, with be empowered and compensated at the Senior Detective level, and Alexander at the patrolman level. We do not expect arrests, interventions or other overt activity from you, Alexander. You will simply pass on the information through your uncle or Detective Stein. You are empowered as police officers. We want you to continue your after-school efforts, but let the police know of any criminally-related concerns, acting as a first-line of information in these matters. Also, we hope you will continue your extra-curricular activities within the law and with our full backing. Detective Stein, here, will be your primary contact with the department, and in emergencies our Police Chief. Mr. Giles and Ms. Calendar will be the only other school personnel in the know. We also understand a Mr. Angel assists you, but try to let others know except as a last resort. Especially not students. Any questions so far?" The Mayor smiled widely as the adults were still absorbing it all, but Xander had been wondering about a possible future in law enforcement and how it might benefit the slaying.
"I need at least one female student, perhaps two, as my contacts within that side of things is second or third hand at best. And I'll need expense money for information sources, an id showing I'm twenty-one, a firearms permit eventually. I can keep any police-issue weapons in the Principal's Office and a lock-up in Mr. Giles office, in case of a serious situation like last night. Something big and scary looking so that intimidation, not firepower remains our goal. Perhaps a pair of tasers in the same places, and I'll carry another at night. Expenses shouldn't be too much, maybe a hundred dollars a week? A couple lunches here, a few sodas or coffees there, help out the struggling athlete here, take out the gossiping nerd or cheerleader there."
"Excellent thinking, son," the police chief chimed in, looking to the Mayor for approval, "whodaya have in mind." Snyder was trying not to go ballistic as he realized Xander's choice.
"Buffy Summers," Xander stated flatly, "As Vice Principal Snyder has proclaimed to the world as well as her mother, Buffy is a school-burning, fight-starting troublemaker that ties the to-be-expelled list with a recent acquaintance Sheila Johnson. Buffy is not a criminal element, but one of my helpers in what we've been doing on our own. She needs structure and purpose, coupled with responsibility and feedback. That's why the clubs we've started as youth diversion measures have become a success. I don't know Sheila well enough to trust her, but I trust Buffy. But I suggest any recompense beyond expenses be in the form of tuition toward UC Sunnydale after her graduation with at least a 'B' average from this point on."
"My, my, Alexander," the Mayor nearly cooed, "It seems you have been considering my offer at your police graduation last month. Half-pay, into her tuition fund, and you dole out her expenses for which you are responsible, the combined being $20,000 for the year. Anything else? Do we have a deal? Principal Flutie and I really want to get this teen crime wave under control."
"I'll need access to the local, state and national databases, a t-1 from city infrastructure into the library and hide a maxed out computer system and laptop, military grade, high-end scanner in Giles office. I can say I'm helping our resident 'technophobe' with automating his file system. That should do it...oh, maybe a college id, a Frondren id, and the rumor in the police force that I'm bait in a teen-harassment sting due to complaints from a few parents. Don't start that one until I've been on the job a while and people on the force might start to wonder."
"Deal!" the Mayor decided, offering his hand, which Xander and then all present also took in support of the agreement. "Alexander, your uncle will pick up your and Miss Summers' documentation and extraneous items this afternoon, and you can sign them over the weekend and have her mother, Joyce I believe, sign on behalf of her daughter. As of now, you're on the payroll. Congratulations."
Four days had passed, and after some assurances and stressing the college tuition part of Buffy's gainful employment, Joyce had agreed to a three month trial period. She wasn't sure about the informant part, but as it was very much being paid for practicing the set of ethics Joyce had sought to inculcate in her daughter, she found it difficult to say no, especially as it was a slight expansion on all the great things that 'brother' of hers had directed her into. Such a good young man, why her daughter had let him 'get away' she'd never understand.
Sunnydale Historical Society Museum, 2PM, Wednesday, October 1st
The whole SCAM club is walking past the rose gardens toward the building. Xander is up ahead talking to Principal Flutie about possible school outings in the future while Buffy is talking to Willow.
"This is so unfair," Buffy complains, "A complete stranger in my house for two weeks. I'm gonna be insane! A danger to myself and others within three days, I swear." They climb the steps to the building entrance and the cultural exchange exhibit. They stop at the end of a row of display cases, and Buffy notices Rodney scraping a mask.
"What's he doing?" Buffy asks Willow, sighing, "I better stop him before he gets in trouble."
"I got it," Willow assures her, "The non-violent approach is probably better here."
"I wasn't gonna use violence," Buffy declares, "I don't always use violence."
"Don't look at me," Sheila says, blase, "I hang around you guys for the chance at violence that won't get me in jail." Rodney's still scraping the mask as Willow comes up to him.
"What're you..." Rodney snipes, then looks up, "Oh. Willow, hi."
"That's probably not something you're supposed to be doing," Willow tells him, "You could get in trouble."
"Oh, no," Rodney gasps in mock horror, "And they might kick me outta school?"
"Are we still on for our chem tutorial tomorrow?"
"Yeah. I think I got almost all fourteen natural elements memorized."
"There're a hundred and three." Rodney suddenly looks worried.
The rest of the museum tour passes as expected, stories of Incan princesses turned into mummies and other educational facts of the Andean cultures tuned out by most of the students.
"So, Buffy, when's exchange-o boy making his appearance?" Xander asked, "Do you need me to give you a ride to the airport?"
"His name's Ampata," she replied, "Gonna be at the bus station tomorrow night."
"Ooo. The Sunnydale bus depot," Xander grimaced, "Classy! What a better way to introduce someone to our country than with the stench of urine." They all walk past the coffin and follow the guide to the next destination on the tour, except of course the vandalizing Rodney.
Later, in the deserted museum, Rodney makes his way back up to the mummy. He looks into the stone coffin and sees the plate with the seal.
"Aha, Cool," he he smirks, reaching in and yanks at the plate hard to get it
out. It comes loose, and he pulls it up too fast, breaking it against the side of the coffin.
"Oh! Damn!" he complains, his treasure destroyed after all that effort. He reaches in to collect the pieces when the mummy's arms reach up and grab
him by the neck. Its eyelids open to reveal empty sockets as it pulls him in closer.
SHS Library, Thursday, 8 AM, October 2nd
Buffy and Xander are training in some new moves, with the possibility of including them in the self-defense classes next semester.
"So, can I go?" Buffy asks.
"I think not," Giles replies, "Xander, watch your right side..."
"How come?" Buffy asks, putting more emphasis on Xander's right, "It's only for a few hours."
"Your secret identity is gonna be difficult enough to maintain while this exchange student is living with you," Giles points out, "Both of you...watch your footwork...it's a bit sloppy."
"So! I think going to the dance like a normal person would be the
best way to keep that secret. Giles, come on, budge! No one likes a non-
budger."
"How about if Angel, Hondo, Buffy and I move up the raid on that nest from next Monday to just after the dance, Giles?" Xander offered, "We'll be out in stronger force as all the teens are running wild?"
"Fine, go," Giles says, "But make sure you kill lots afterwards."
"Thanks, Giles," Buffy smiles, heading for the table, "I'll remember this!" Xander and Giles exchange a conspiratorial smile behind her back.
"So, Buffy, I guess we're dance-bound," Xander says as they disengage form sparring, "Cool. I think I can get my mom's car, so I'm wheel man."
"I thought you were taking Willow," Buffy voiced.
"Yeah, but since she hasn't gotten back to me on the whole weird Xander situation, yet, we're in a nice neutral place that does not preclude my giving you a ride to the dance, and presumably your exchange student beau." Buffy sees Willow coming into the library, but Xander's back is to the door so he
doesn't see her, and the air-conditioning is venting toward the door so he doesn't yet catch her scent. Buffy pretends not to notice her.
"Oh, come on," Buffy presses him, "I'm sure she'll give you an answer soon, but I still don't understand this whole other mate thing, bro."
"It's just something I feel," Xander explained, showing slight frustration with himself alone, "especially since my Spirit trek with Sherman, my feelings...destiny, seem to include Willow and one other...kinda like the memories I've been integrating. I love Willow, Buffy..." Willow smiles widely. "But if I didn't tell her this in advance, I'd hurt her, and I'd rather die."
"And you don't think that this other person will hurt her?" Buffy pressed, confused but interested, "I mean..."
"I know, Buff," Xander assured her, "But honesty is more important. I'd rather have my heart ache as Willow's best friend, then break her heart by not being truthful" He moved his head, and sniffed, smiling. He turned around and gave Willow a big smile, "Hey, Willow." He stands up and gives her a peck on the cheek, making her smile.
"Well, I gotta go," Xander replies, looking at his watch, "Duty calls. Oh, hey, I'm going to be coming back from checking a few things out in the downtown area, Buff, after dropping Sheila off at the bus station to go visit her cousin in San Diego. You want I pick up Ampata on the way back?"
"Um, that'd be great Xan, thanks" Buff replied, "I'll let you know if I can do it instead."
Ampata is standing there alone waiting and looking around for his ride. He hears a whisper, his name.
"Ampata..." the mummy called, drawing him in the direction of the voice, passing several parked busses. He hears the voice again, louder this time,
"Ampata..." He walks between two busses, looking around for whoever it is.
"Hello?" he calls out. He sees a very pretty girl, who seems to be of Peruvian stock. He is surprised when the girl, the mummy, reaches out and kisses him. Ampata begins to shrivel and dry up as the mummy draws his life force from him. A moment later his body falls next to that of Sheila, both reduced to five hundred year old dead mummies.
A little while later Xander shows up just a little late, still shaking the dust of three newbies with bad New Jersey accents. Getting out, he finds the door to the station building locked.
"Ampata?" Xander calls out, "Ampata Gutierrez?"
"Here!" the mummy, now a very-well charged young teenage girl responds, walking out from between two busses, "Hello, I am Ampata"
Xander is instantly taken with her beauty, and hopes that the very slight lingering odor of death on his clothes is not noticeable to her.
Summers House, A short time later
Xander brings Ampata to the Summers house, and introduces her to Willow and Buffy, and tries to play the part of gracious gentleman. Buffy offers Ampata a juice, which she accepts.
"So, Ampata," Willow says, "Have you ever been to America before?"
"Uh, I, I have toured," she demurs.
"Really, where did you go?" he asks. She pauses and he asks in Castillian Spanish to the amazement of Willow and Buffy.
"I was taken to Atlanta, Boston, New York," Ampata answers, "and eventually her."
"New York! That's exciting," Willow replied, "What was that like?"
"I did not see so much."
"Your English is very good," Xander noted conversationally. Willow and Buffy notice he's very attracted to Ampata.
"I listened much," she admits.
"Well, that works out well," Xander admits, "because I talk much." Ampata and Xander laugh happily.
SHS, Friday Morning
Willow and Xander walking, discussing costumes for the cultural exchange dance.
"I worked really hard on my costume," Willow smiled, "It's pretty cool. How about you?"
"It's a bit of a secret, but I found it and a bunch of picture albums and old paperback novels that belonged to Grandfather Clayton, who I never met, and maybe his grandfather. The coat of some English guy."
"Your first day of school," Buffy commiserated, "Nervous?"
"It is just more people than I have seen in a long time," the girl admitted.
"Ah, don't worry. You will have no problems making friends," Buffy assured her, "As a matter of fact, I know someone who's dying to meet you."
SHS Library
Giles gets right to it, worried that with a mummy and a violent male on the lose in Sunnydale, they had little time to lose. He shakes the girl's hand, smiling.
"How do you do?" Giles greeted her.
"Hi," the five hundred year old girl returned with a slight but becoming smile.
"I was, I was wondering if you could, um, translate this?" Giles asked, gesturing at the seal plate pieces from the museum, "I-I believe you're from the same region this artifact originates." Ampata shows surprise, but then realizes they don't now she's the mummy.
"It is broken," she notices, "Where are the other pieces?"
"That's all we found," Buffy replied, "We thought it would be great for our mythology club if we could translate this."
"Hmm. It is very old and valuable," Ampata remarked, "You should hide it!"
"Is, is, uh, anything you recognize here?" Giles asked hopefully, "Um, um, t-this chap here with the knife, for instance?"
"Well, I-I do not know exactly," Ampata responded, "But... I-I-I think this
represents, I believe the word is... 'bodyguard'? Legend has it that he guards the mummy against those who would disturb her."
"Well, uh, yes, well, that's, um, that's a very good starting point for our, um... club," he replies, then looks at Buffy, and to Xander, just arriving.
"Oh, and, uh, a-as club president, I have, um, lots to do," Buffy sighs, "Lots
of... stuff. Dull stuff. Uh, oh, Willow, maybe you could..."
"Stay with Ampata for the day, and practice my Spanish," Xander interrupts, "I'd love to."
"Yes!" Ampata agrees, "That will be fun." Xander gestures for Ampata to go ahead of him. As she walks out he turns to Buffy and Willow, lets out a breath, and follows her. Willow watches them go.
"Right, I'll, uh, continue with the translation," Giles states, "Buffy, you research this, uh, bodyguard thing, and, uh, Willow...Willow?"
"Boy," Willow sighs heavily, "They really like each other."
Later, Xander and Ampata are sitting about two-thirds of the way up the football field bleachers. He reaches into a satchel.
"And this is called a snack food," Xander informed her, "Specifically, a Twinkie."
"Twinkie?" Ampata replies.
"Yeah. It's a delicious, spongy, golden cake stuffed with a delightful creamy, white substance of goodness. And here's how you eat it." He stuffs the whole thing into his mouth. Ampata laughs at the sight.
"Mm-hm," Xander smiles, feeling more like his old pre-wolf self than he had for some time.
"Oh, but now I cannot try it," Ampata mock-pouts.
"That's why you bring two," Xander relied with a full mouth, producing another one from his bag and hands it to her. She studies it for all of two seconds.
"Oh!" she exclaims happily, "Here goes!" She pulls her windswept hair back from her face and proceeds to stuff most of the Twinkie into her mouth, laughing with delight.
"Good, huh?" he replies, "And the exciting part is that they have no ingredients that a human can pronounce. So it doesn't leave you with that heavy... food feeling in your stomach." She squeals with laughter.
"You are strange," she replies with a full mouth.
"Girls always tell me that," Xander responds, "Right before they run away."
"I like it!" Ampata assures him.
"I like you like it!" She can't help but laugh more at that, and gives him a quick normal kiss. For different reasons their eyes glazed over.
SHS Library at Lunchtime.
Buffy is inspecting the seal under a magnifying lamp, and thinks she's matched the parts correctly.
"Ha! Or possible ha," Buffy says, Do you think this matches?"
"Good Lord!" Giles remarks "Good work! This is most illuminating. It seems Rodney's killer might be the mummy."
"Where does it say that?"
"Well, here. It implies that the mummy is capable of... feeding on the life force of a person, effectively freeze-drying them, you might say. Extraordinary.
"So, then we just have to stop the mummy," Willow considers, "But how?"
"Well, the answer to that is somewhere still in here," Giles answers her, "Or in the rest of the seal."
Bleachers
Xander realizes something is a little off, and that it comes from Ampata, very similar but much fainter than that of the departed Daryl Epps or Angel. Suddenly, Xander senses some one approaching, the 'bodyguard,' who attacks Xander with a large knife. Ampata screams as she and Xander quickly move apart and the knife hits the seat between them. Xander reaches over and grabs the man by the shoulder, rolling him in a somersault down the bleachers, knocking the wind out of him. Xander approaches him, and he looks up seeing Ampata.
"It is you!" the bodyguard cries as Xander hits him again, rendering the man unconscious. They walk down and Xander throws the man over his shoulders, his eyes flashing very slightly. Ampata sees this, and is unsure of anything.
"Ampata, listen to me," Xander comforted her, "Nobody's gonna hurt you. I won't let them." He stared into her eyes, putting most of the pieces together.
"This is all so dangerous," Ampata sighed, tearing up, "I do not want that. Just normal life!" They walk with the man to the back way into the Library.
SHS Library, Before the End of Lunch
"I don't get it," Buffy said, "Why would the bodyguard have such a jones for a broken piece of rock?"
"You can ask him yourself," Xander answers, entering the Library with the man still over his shoulder. Ampata follows uneasily. "Ampata," Xander whispers, "Let's go up into the stacks, we have to talk." She nods as the bell ending lunch rings.
"Okay, I have two things to tell you," Xander quietly tells her, "I like you. A lot."
"I like you, too," she quietly replies. "What is the second thing?"
"I'll help you figure out some way of staying alive," Xander promised her, looking her in the eyes."
"Really?" Ampata responded, shocked and afraid, "You know what I become?"
"I figured it out just now, really" Xander admitted. "So what do you have to do to stay...alive? I hear your heart beat, and you really are breathing..."
"I kiss or otherwise 'breathe in' life force unless the seal is placed on me," she told him, "then I'm trapped as a mummy until it is removed, but awake the whole time."
"So, Rodney and...Ampata?" Xander asked, knowing, "Are they dead now?"
"When one comes out of the 'sealing' there is no conscious thinking, just a need for life again. Until just before you arrived at the station, I wasn't able to control myself. The two you mentioned, and another girl our age, are gone now," Ampata answered, tearing up, and touching her head, "I have their knowledge, memories, normal skills. Their souls are released to the skies."
"Can you use animal or demon life forces, or only human?" Giles asked, crossbow at hand as he comes up through the stacks, looking concerned. Though startled, Ampata answers.
"I don't know?" she replies, tears actually starting to form. "Can you help me?" Xander draws her close, and turns to Giles.
"We'll try..." he starts, then changes tact slightly as he places himself so Giles cannot fire, "What is your real name?"
"Ampa Topa," she replies, amazed that anyone cared.
"Giles, put down the crossbow," Xander tells him, "We'll try a few things, and if they don't work, we'll temporarily seal 'Am until he do find something. After all, if we don't dust Angel, we're not going to harm 'Am."
"V-very well, Xander," Giles agreed, "But you should know that Sheila was the third person she was telling you about." Xander sighed, nodding.
"Giles, you can keep the weapon at ready," Xander said quietly, "I'm going to kiss 'Am and she's going to take just a little while I'm at full wolf. Hopefully that'll keep her until we have a better source. Oh, and Giles, shoot her in the butt, don't kill her, if she loses control." He moved to kiss her, Ampa nodding understanding as she saw his eyes flash and felt the increased life energy radiate off him. Not yet needing replenishment, she broke off after ten seconds, fully charged. Her skin was flushed, and everything felt great.
"D-Did that work, and are you both okay?" Giles asked. Xander looked a little pale then recovered.
"I could probably do that about once a day, but no more," Xander admitted, "Ampa?" The girl shook her head clear of stray thoughts.
"That is about half of what I think I need in two days," she admitted, hopeful that they'd find an answer. "Thank you, Alexander."
"W-We still need to find other sources of energy," the Watcher reminded, lowering the bow and indicating they should head back down into main area of the Library, "And we'll still need to determine what to do with the gentleman I have locked unconscious in the weapons cage."
Xander walked Ampa Topa to her class, stopping to have Fluties sign on a couple of passes. He assured her it would work out, and that they needed to talk about things later.
Xander called Hondo and Angel, bringing them up to date and suggesting a few trial sources of energy for Ampa Topa. Then he and Giles research life energies and such while waiting for their 'guest' to wake up.
After school, the gang came into the Library, to find a slightly singed Angel being damped out by Hondo. Xander ushered Willow and Ampa Topa upstairs where they discussed today's revelations as well as the whole Xander thing with relationships. Get the weird out of the way.
"So Giles," Buffy asked as the rest of the group sat down, "What've we found out about this mummy person?"
"Well it seems that Ampata is really Ampa Topa, and you'll do nothing until we resolve this," Giles firmly established, "as she's the mummy." Giles then quickly explained this afternoon's occurrences to the group, along with possible solutions.
"So, you'd like to see how I'm affected if she tries it briefly on me?" Angel asks. He pauses, nodding, "Will she draw off the chi as well as the demonic energy?"
"I-I really don't know," Giles conceded, "But Xander seemed to supercharge her in ten seconds, to where her requirements are halved for two days. Unfortunately, that's his limit before he'd start to be affected." Buffy was about to say something, when Angel agreed.
"I'll do it," the ensouled vampire declared, as Willow, Xander, and Ampa Topa came back, "Sounds like something in between a vampire and a zombie, with the soul still intact." He reached over and placed Buffy's hands between his, "Besides, if we were keeping count, I'd still owe him for not me brood instead of helping him bring Buffy back to us in the Master's Lair." Buffy blushed, and lowered her head, remembering how she'd 'thanked' Xander.
"Er, uh, quite," Giles agreed, nodding at the realization. "Uh, shall we then?" Angel and Ampa Topa drew close together, Angel warning her.
"Just so you don't get scared, I'm going to show you my vampire face," Angel told her, and at her nod, proceeded. Raising her eyebrows, she reached up and touched his forehead ridges.
"Does this hurt when you change?" she asked, curious rather than afraid. He shook his head, blushing as much as a vampire could. They drew close, and after about ten seconds, Angel pressed them apart, Ampa looking a bit dazed to find Angel in normal face again and tired.
"How old are you, Liam?" she asked, shaking her head. "The dead, I can see them, too, you poor man." Xander and Willow helped her sit as Buffy did the same for Angel.
"Wow, that took a lot out of me, but I don't feel the demon as strongly," Angel near-whispered in amazement, "Ampa, did it work?"
"Can we just try it with those new vampires next time?" Ampa Topa replied, "I feel too full, like I've eaten a hundred of those yellow snack foods Xander eats." Willow actually snickered, 'She can't be too bad if she's making fun of puppy-boy.'
"S-So, er, Ampa," Giles said, "Does demonic energy fulfill your requirements?"
"Yes, sir," Ampa Topa replied, "and I don't feel...evil? I think that a new vampire every night or every other night might be enough."
"So, now what?" Buffy asks, unsure of where everything stands, "Everything's okay?"
"No! It is not okay?" the man in the weapons cage declares, "She must be returned to the box at once!" Xander wandered over to cage and stared in.
"Why?" Xander asked the man, "The Incas no longer exist as such, you are mostly mestizos of very strong Indian heritage, and your president is Japanese. Her purpose of protection is better fulfilled by fighting the darkness, and the fact that she'll need to do it in order to survive clinches the deal don't you think." The man staired back, then actually considered Xander's words.
"How can we be sure you are...not evil?" the man asked.
"Hey, we're human, you big jerk," Willow said, jumping in as Ampa looked like she going to cry or faint from the tension, "And if your people know what 'Boca Del Inferno' is, we are the guardians that keep the evil out of this world? Right guys?" The SCAM Club nodded in support.
"It is here?" the man gasped, looking around with concern, "Where?"
"About right over there and a few hundred feet down actually," Xander smirked, "Some bastard built a high school on it, and having the teenaged Incan princess enrolled would strengthen our...guardianship."
"May I borrow a telefono?" the man sighed. Xander handed him the cell phone through the fencing. The man spoke on the phone for about fifteen minutes, as he explained the situation and was passed up a chain of command until he looked at Xander and nodded.
"Those for whom I work have consulted their seer, and from what they can tell, you are correct," the man informed them. "Ampa Topa, your service is commended into guardianship against the dark things. Your paperwork is being created, and will be sent to me air express, along with applications for visas and such with the American government as Ampa Topa Gutierrez. You may live without our retribution, and have our best wishes." Looking to Giles and Hondo, Xander let the man out, and handed him his bound dagger back, as Ampa Topa hugged Willow tightly and thanked her. Willow blushed, then, rolling her eyes hugged her back lightly.
Xander arrives with Ampa and Buffy in tow, all costumed in something reflecting their cultural heritage. Looking over to Giles, he smiles and Giles smirks back...Giles is wearing his best tweed while Jenny is a gypsy princess. Ampata looks around and sees Willow in her Eskimo outfit as Xander leads her over to the assembled group. 'I think I should've worn something sexy,' the girl mentally sighs.
"Wow," Willow exclaimed, looking at an Edwardian Lord and Incan Princess, "You guys look great." Even Giles is impressed at the way the clothes seem tailored for just a barely-larger Xander, and smirks at 'Irish Angel.'
"I-I love your costume," Ampa tells Willow, giving her a hug, "It's, it's very authentic."
"Thanks," Willow replied, "And I'm betting yours is the real thing?"
"Yes, but I'll probably have to sell it to afford things here," the Incan girl replied. "Is that outfit comfortable? It looks snugly cute."
"And kinda sexy, Wills," Xander added in a very low voice. Ampa smiled, she didn't think she'd ever be 'into' girls, but seeing her two rescuers from a bad life filled her with hope.
"So, Xander," Giles asked, "If what you say is true and that outfit is a family heirloom, who was your ancestor?"
"Oh, he was some explorer guy, I think, and let's see," Xander said, starting to remember a lot more of whomever he was in his Spirit trek, but continued in his Xander way, a bad British accent coming into play, "I'm John Clayton III, Duke of Greystoke, at your service, sir." And with that he passed out as the memories overwhelmed him in the first person.