Amy is exploring a graveyard, looking for vampires to Slay.
"Nonono." She shakes her head. "I'm a Vampire Slayer, she who slays vampires and other demons. Super powered teenage girl, the thing monsters have nightmares about, etcetera."
"You got superpowers?"
"She probably just means magic, Em," Reuben sighs.
"I am super strong, super fast, have a sense to sense vamps, uh. Also prophetic dreams and automatically installed fighting skills. I am also a witch, separately."
"Holy shit, I am so jealous."
"Prophetic dreams? Doesn't that, like, violate causality and stuff?"
"They're vague and also they're more like nightmares."
"Sliiiiightly less jealous. But only slightly!"
"How do we go about getting superpowers?"
"You don't. It's pretty random as far as I know. There's only one in the world at any time, and the previous one has to die before the next girl starts being a Slayer."
Reuben looks thoughtful for a second, and then visibly refrains from saying any of the things that went through his mind.
"How long have you been a slayer? Do you get any shareable stuff?"
"Yeah, I know." She looks curious about Reuben, but does not ask.
"I became one at the start of the summer. No shareables, no. Sorry."
"Lame," Faith says again, pouting a little.
"Seems like you have things under control, then, with the superpowers and all. I'm heading home. Nice meeting you." Reuben waves vaguely and starts trudging out of the graveyard.
Amy stakes two more vamps during the night. She sleeps until 10 am the next day, and then goes to the witch shop to get some herbs.
Look who's here, reading through a stack of books!
Well, it was dark then, Amy will see her, but probably won't recognise her. Unless she decides to say something.
She hums while looking for her herbs.
Faith sticks her head out from the back room and brandishes a ceramic unicorn. "Hey, Em, magic or kitsch?"
Em looks up from a book and squints at the unicorn. "Does it say 'made in China' on the bottom...?"
"Nope, magic! Mosquito repellent." She grins victoriously and ducks back into the back room.
Amy notices halfway through the phrase "made in China" and looks up. She listens to the exchange.
She waves. "Oh, hey, you're the guys from the graveyard! Hiii!"