Diplomacy

[Ayen]

The main HQ of the Isafaro army “Crimson Vulture” was very high-tech, easily the most technology advanced place in the whole city. The main entrance hall was big, very big…. and white. Very white. It was blinding almost. Soldiers and scientists alike could be seen running back and forth to perform their duties at the fastest pace possible knowing their bosses would have nothing short of perfection. Drake only grinned as he turned back to Buffy who now stood here without being attacked due to the deal they made back in the cemetery with that crazy armored chick.

“Welcome to the main HQ of the Crimson Vulture. Would you like the private tour?”

“I don’t think she’s interested in any of your “tours” Drake.”

Drake shrugged his shoulders and took a couple of steps away from the blond giving her room to process everything before they continued.

[Buffy Summers]

Buffy followed behind, completely unawares to where they were headed. This whole city was strange, even the air of it. She couldn't help but shudder as they walked, she clutched her arms close to her and rubbed them slowly up and down. It was not shudders of fear, Buffy was never afraid, she knew she could take care of herself. It was just all the uncomfortability of being in a strange place. How would she get home... if she ever could? And what was going on with those closest to her back in their dimension.. if they were even still there?

She blinked a couple of times as they entered into the blindingly white building. It took her a moment for her eyes to adjust, especially after being in the darkness of outside. And as her vision cleared she couldn't help but shudder once more. All these scientists and soldiers it only reminded her of one very pathetic little place which was now buried in the ashes of Sunnydale. She couldn't trust the initiative then, so why would she be able to trust these guys now? What the initiative was though was organized and well equipped with weapons. They also had answers.

"You should listen to your more level headed partner here"She said addressing Drake after his question, "Besides, even if I did want a so-called 'tour', after your reaction to the blue-haired woman I highly doubt you'd be adequate enough to take a slayer on any sort of ride." She smirked once more and then turned to the dark-haired man.

"So if he is called Drake, what is your name? I have a feeling your the one I will be wanting to speak to about business-matters"

[Ayen]

In response to Buffy’s diss on a certain part of the body he took pride in Drake just had a clear “whatever” look planted on his face.

“Psh. Please woman, the things I would do to you….”

Zach remained impartial between them as now Buffy had turned her attention to him asking for a name.

“Zach Tigerson, Ma’am. You’ll have to excuse the lighting and some of the more unpleasing sights as we move on. Civilians aren’t normally allowed inside the bases unless taken in for questioning or imprisonment so we don’t bother to hide the least appealing aspects of the base. In light of your “unique” situation however we are learning to make exceptions. You were brought here somehow correct? Pulled right out of your own home.”

[Buffy Summers]

This banter with Drake was getting her nowhere, they could continue but what would be the point? What was ever the point though.. maybe she was doomed to always find an irritable companion whenever the situation was dire. Someone to lighten the mood was always necessary it's what Xander was good for, and Spike, and even Anya. Willow had her moments sometimes too... as did the feisty slayer herself.

The things he would do to her? That was hardly tempting, anyone could be all talk and she had a feeling this guy was bad news. Far more reckless than anyone she had ever fought with or beside, she was definitely going to keep her eye on him, make sure he didn't do something too idiotic while she was around. "Keep dreaming boy, I've no time for childish games."

She focused her attention on Zach once more, he knew something of what was going on, that was good. She still felt uncomfortable with the way he spoke though, about civilians and imprisonment. "Yes thats what it would seem happened. I'm hoping my friend who is a witch will be able to psychically connect with me somehow maybe figure out how things are going on their end.. back in the homeworld. Speaking of my 'unique' situation though... What do you know about me exactly?"She wanted to know if the legacy of the slayer was known in other worlds and if not, if this organization had taken the time to research every being that was falling into their own dimension.

[Ayen]

“Nothing you haven’t already told us.”

“Information on people from other worlds are strictly on the “need to know” basics. The research team and the big man himself mostly take care of that.”

“We’ve encountered several people already who claimed to be from different worlds. A male from a place called Michigan, an alien, a woman who says she’s a shark---”

Drake shuddered at the mention of Clash.

“And now you. These occurrences have been happening ever since a tower north from here rose out of the ground.”

“Again, info on the tower is strictly “need to know.”

“We have reason to suspect that these occurrences and the tower are somehow connected. Isafaro and the other major nations are currently in talks over possession of the tower and our leader General Vulture may very well wage war against the nation of Jherrazad over it.”

“Otherwise known as demon central. There were reports of a strange supernatural creature clad in black coming from the desert just outside of Jherrazad. Hours later a supernova erupted. The tower absorbed most of the damage and somehow the planet avoided being destroyed while the birth of a second sun was taking place right above us.”

“The tower may very well be a gateway to other worlds. That blast had to go somewhere after all.”