Very Angry Indeed…
Chapter 001 – A Martian and a Red-Hooded Girl walk into a Bar…
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In which yet another costume change brings an outsider to Sunnydale, a faerie tale gets reimagined, and Janus laughs himself to death...
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Dawn grinned as Xander looked over at her. She, Buffy, Willow and Xander had visited that new costume store, Ethan's, for costumes. Her sister and the redhead had gotten roped into escorting, and with Xander barely escaping that fate, she was able to get him to go out with her with little complaint. Since her own sister would do that after pigs flew, and her school-organized one was pretty pathetic, it hit two birds with one stone; time with her crush, and the right to Trick-Or-Treat with someone who actually wanted to be with her.
Buffy had immediately split upon entrance (no surprise) with Willow following like a lost puppy, but her crush hadn't left her.
"So Dawn Patrol, got any costume in mind? I've got no costume anymore, so I'm tagging with you for a bit."
She frowned as she recalled something she had heard earlier in the week. "I thought you had that soldier costume. What happened to it?"
"My mom used it to soak up a booze spill; there's no time to clean it, and I'm NOT going out spelling like Hair of Dog, so…"
While she was outwardly frowning, on the inside she was grinning. While it was bad what happened to him, it worked for an idea she had had. Having a friend who liked to draw characters of TV shows and other things in different styles, she had two costume ideas which would fit perfectly. Hers may be a bit childish, but his would work perfectly.
"So, Xander…" She said, watching with satisfaction as he matched her grin. "What do you feel about dressing like a Basketball-playing Roman Soldier?"
Watching him raise an eyebrow in intrigue, she knew she had him hook, line, and sinker. Now, just where in the store she would find a red cloak, a picnic basket, and a fake butcher knife…
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Dawn gasped as she saw Xander's costume. While she had helped him with his plan, seeing the parts, and seeing them being used was two VERY different things.
He was wearing a chest plate the color of dried blood made to look like muscles without being skintight, with an olive green leather skirt-like thing (curious, she had looked it up to find out it was called a Pteruge) on top of a pair of black shorts. His legs were covered in body paint the same dried-blood red as the top, and his shoes appeared to be a pair of greyish-white Chuck Taylor All-Stars. On his waist was a long-muzzled bluish-silver futuristic gun.
On his head was a Roman Centurion's helmet the same color as the skirt, and the 'tail' on top was a golden-yellow color. His face was painted black, so that it looked like it was covered in shadows and, most startling of all, he was wearing a pair of Marilyn Manson contact lenses.
Looking up at her, he gave her a Cheshire Cat-like grin, causing a shudder of something to rush down her spine. "Greeting Earthing," he said in a high, nasally tone of voice that reminded her of Giles. "My name is Marvin."
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Hello Honey, I'm Hoooooome! That's right boys and girls, your favorite Author of all time is back! I was looking through some pictures, and this little mutant bunny sprung out at me once a saw a picture. Normally, my brain wouldn't be able to do much with it, but…this was just too good to pass up. And yes, by that, I mean it may get added to; little doubt of a full-fledged story, but enough for some more chapters.
On a semi-related note, this and all of my other chapters are NOT Beta'd.If anyone wants the job, PM me. Be prepared for weird breaks in posting times (sending you two chapters in three days, then none in months).
Anyway, onwards!