The following day there is: school!
Sadde and Willow are already there, sitting on a bench chatting.
Theo is just walking through the gates, spots Willow and Sadde, and makes his way over to them.
His hair is in fact not pink. It looks like it's got slight highlights or something in some places, not of pink but just slight variation from the otherwise all-dark color, but it just looks like he's been out in the sun and happens to have hair that goes lighter when exposed to it.
Or something.
"Yeah, those are universally evil, if you die with vamp blood in your system you become one, become dust in sunlight or when staked, allergic to holy symbols, superstrong, superfast, superagile, you as the Slayer probably would become a terrifying vampire, and also it's your job to hunt them and slay them."
"Yeah. Uh. I will go see her and text you guys if I'm going to be more than like five minutes, does that sound okay? And if she happens to be some evil mysterious demon or something and you don't get a response from me in the five minutes, you can come check to make sure I'm not being eaten or in the middle of some wonderful fight?" She blinks. "Uh, you'd need to know where I was for that, so– library."
"I was originally thinking because I didn't want to go around saying 'by the way, the librarian might be a Watcher', since if she's not I don't know how that'd affect how you-or-whoever interact with her, but I've already done that so, nope, don't think there's a strong reason anymore." She shrugs. "Let's go, then?"
"So!" says Eva. "The nightmares have sorta gone, they were gone last night at least, apparently the things are still in fact things, haven't been wiped out, there happen to be various people and things and such around, some very friendly various people and things, in fact, as well as some evil and-or terrible ones, and I'm really curious what you know about all of this!"
Educated guess, vagueness, you know, this is all so much fun. Look, Eva's smiling at her, quite happy just to get it all out there.
"Yeah, unless there's something else that causes nightmares about demons and apparently gives me superstrength or– something." She folds her arms. "Glad we got that sorted out, now, something I need to be doing because I'm apparently the Chosen Teenage Girl for however long until I meet my horrific death?"
"I am sorry this has been dropped on you," she says gravely. "I'm afraid it's not a coincidence that you'd be here, and even if you leave Sunnydale it's likely that a series of very suspicious coincidences will follow you wherever you go. Although it looks like you may have found someone to help you deal with that already," she says, eyeing Sadde and Willow.
"Fighting vampires is for the most part an instinct, you will find. They get an instinct for eating humans, you get an instinct for fighting them. Unless you find an experienced one or are ganged up on by several of them, it shouldn't be a problem." She reaches below her counter for a box and puts it on the counter. "Besides, we have toys."
She opens the box. Stakes (very sharp ones), crossbows, a gallon of holy water, water pistols, crosses in a variety of shapes and sizes, crosses-that-are-stakes, crosses that can squirt water, crossbows that shoot tiny stakes that are shaped like crosses, crossbows that shoot tiny stakes that are shaped like crosses and also squirt water...
"There's variation, just like there's variation in humans. Vampires have the basic personality and memories of the person that used to occupy their bodies, but lack any and all empathy, morality tends to stop moving them, and they get an instinctive thirst for blood and violence and destruction."
"It depends on how much they pretend, I guess, but I mean– ugh, I don't know, I just mean I'd rather not go staking literally every single one of them without remorse or forethought, because I don't know if they're all like that or if they're just mostly like that nor what sort of variation there is."
"I have some weird grace thingy and apparently sharp teeth and also apparently can throw off a memory erasing spell after, uh, some time. We did tests on me yesterday. Also apparently it fixes 'my hair was magically dyed pink' to– well, you can see," he says, gesturing at his hair which is still slightly highlighted with a lighter color than usual (not pink, just like a slightly-blond).
"If my mom was the demon, which, she probably was since my dad doesn't seem to share many of the things, then yeah, she seemed rather normal for a long while. And then she disappeared and I still thought she was normal." Shrug. "Then again, I thought everything was normal until I suddenly found out it wasn't."
"Nope," he says. "I've only known about this for like a week now and I haven't really looked into anything yet – except for a few books of Sadde's that didn't seem to have anything, I don't think – and we poked at some of the stuff I could do yesterday and were planning on doing more today."
"Yeah, but I mean it'd be nice to know that I was one if I were one. And, uh, I think a gym teacher probably interacts with a lot of other people? I'm not really sure how to make it think I'd interact with more, unless it'd prefer interaction that involves touch, since a gym teacher probably doesn't actually physically touch that many people in a day?"
"Okay, so, it'd probably prefer to try to grab me especially if I mentioned going to a party or something? And also the fact that there are a lot of kids in the halls between class? But I'm not sure how I'd go about hinting that it should try to grab me or whoever's being all self-sacrificing and is hopefully ready with the blade without, you know, it being obvious that I'm hinting that?"
Eva is in fact a lot nimbler, stronger, and more agile than she remembers being, now that she's bothering to try using that. So much so that she actually misses her target, who spins around and tries attacking Norma again, who dodges as easily as before. "New vampires tend to not be very smart, and not know how to efficiently use their newfound abilities. More or less like you."
"Excuse me, lady, I resent that!" the vampire says.
"Oh, cool, so we can just stab a bunch of them with a regular stake and be left with a bunch of corpses with weird holes in them and also a bunch of dust." Nod. "We should maybe see about getting a thinner stake or something, then, so it's less obviously 'who the hell is making holes in the corpses'?"
Before the actual start of English Sadde appears, prim and proper, to Brad's apparent bafflement, and takes his usual seat by Theo. "Sorry, got delayed, Brad decided locking me in a stall and dropping juice on me was a good way to spend his time." Sadde and his clothes look completely devoid of any juice.
"Yeah, so, like I didn't want to come later?" she says. "I thought it might get busy, like, most kids are at lunch right now so the corridors are empty and I got here okay, but when it's really busy it seems to get almost like a stampede and– that's not the best environment if I'm trying to come ask you about stuff?"
What the hell is she even saying.
"Well, I'm half-demon-or-whatever, and we poked at it with the hair-dye thing and apparently I can slowly throw off a memory erasing spell, so I was thinking of testing a few other things, maybe involving magic, and it would probably be helpful if you were there in case something goes horrifyingly wrong?"
"Nnno?" he says. "It was painful and now it's less so but overall it's not actually as bad as I would think a burn like this would be?" He looks at his arm and notices it's just red. "Well, as bad as I would expect a burn resulting from that sort of heat for that time to be, since this is just– red."
He shrugs. "I mean, I don't know? Demons aren't that common anyway, I don't think, outside Sunnydale, or at least not many people know about it, and if people noticed something off about me they probably wouldn't suddenly jump to 'inhuman', they'd probably go 'must be mistaken.'"
Nod. "Anything to do in the meantime or just wait? – Oh." He looks down at his 'injuries' again and notes the progress of the burn (slightly red, not really painful anymore) and the two bruises (the one Sadde inflicted slightly yellower than the other, neither really that bad).
"… None of them really seem that bad."
And so Theo looks slightly pale on his cheeks and has a pink spot on his shoulder. "So anyway, about my nails, should we try, I dunno, taking a knife to them and seeing if we can make marks? Or maybe it's only if I'm intentionally doing stuff to them that they can actually get damaged?"
So he does so! The block of wood gets marks in it, the brick takes a bit of difficulty but he does manage to leave marks without totally destroying his fingers, the concrete is similar but slightly easier, and the iron is… harder than the wood, not as hard as the concrete.
Ugh.
"I don't really want to bite these things but okay, I guess," he says, then tries biting each of them.
The wood one seems quite damaged by this, the brick less so, the concrete not much – ow – and the iron… quite a bit. Not quite as much as the wood, but definitely more than the concrete and the brick.
Theo opens his mouth and his teeth – slightly pointy – are available to be pressed against the various materials!
The iron, again, seems easier to get damaged by his teeth. The brick isn't that difficult – apparently his teeth are quite sharp – but it's not as easy as the iron.
"Not teeth being special, different materials being special in how they interact with the materials to determine which properties matter. Like, there's hardness and strength and other properties, and some properties will matter if you're talking about trying to shatter it, and others will matter when trying to slice, so I was meaning we should see which ones matter with teeth, what type of damage it does and such – presumably something slicey but most teeth aren't all that sharp I don't think – and then see if mine respect those."
"… No, the underlying physics are the same, but sharp things act differently from non-sharp things by virtue of being sharp? I mean, brick would crumble if you just pressed against it really hard, but iron would just flatten, whereas brick with something sharp ends up breaking apart, again by sort of crumbling, and iron shears? So the different properties of the different objects interact with the different properties of the different methods of destruction differently. Or am I somehow failing to take something into account here?"
"So it matters, assuming my teeth just act like stronger and slightly sharper normal teeth with a bit of extra force, how teeth interact with these various materials? Which I guess isn't a safe bet anyway, and I'm not sure it's that likely anyone's studied them, but I just mean – I don't know enough about materials either, and I don't know what might be relevant here, but it's possible these results make sense for upscaled teeth or something because it might not be as clear." He frowns. "Except, you know, I don't think they do make sense because, um, iron being easier to cut through than brick can crumble? Nah. Probably not."
"As opposed to just slightly off, like, 'mysteriously sharp nails that are in actual fact exactly as sharp as they appear to be which for some reason is sharper than human default' or something, yes. I would have, for some reason, expected the 'slightly off' option instead of the 'by the way let's just fuck with small bits of everything in quite random ways' option." Slight sigh. "Maybe only because it seems neater, whatever that means."
"Okay, so if I get a weird inclination to magic more than I already do, it's possibly that? Or if I find myself, I dunno, being ridiculously moody unless I happen to be mangling material with my nails frequently, it might be because of a lack of magic use or something?" He shrugs. "Probably not worth worrying about until or unless it actually happens."
"Oh, uh, I don't think we checked my shoulder?" he says, then pulls up his sleeve.
It's gone by now.
"Should maybe repeat that to get proper results, but it seems like it still changes things if they're not visible. Uh, is there a way to do something to me that's noticeable to you but not to me? It might only reverse it if I know about it, or it might only do it if I can specifically object to it?"
He rolls his eyes but puts his shirt back on. "Suggested that earlier, and maybe? But then I'd expect internal things to heal quicker than skin, because top layers are dead there too, I think? … Not that we've tested how I fare with internal injuries, I guess, but I'd expect to act mostly like norm—" He cuts himself off.
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Sadde follows his gaze and smirks. "Well, I suppose that does depend on how broad your definition of dessert is."