I do not own any part of Buffy the Vampire Slayer, but I did add some parts that I do own: Lawrinz, Bos, Carbus, Jones, Kinna, Linka, Callisto, the guard, and XANDER-CO. You can't sue me now, nah-nah-nah-nah-nah!
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Part Two
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The blond picked up a bag with a tag with a picture that resembled her. The name said CALLISTO.
"This one's mine," Callisto said. She opened it and found a set of leather clothing, a small gun with a red blinking light at the tip of the weapon, a knife, and twenty-eight dollars. No, wait--not dollars. Each slip of paper had the words "FEDERATED PROMISE PAPER" and a number on it. Approximately four hundred in this weird form of currency.
"Hmm...you guys see this gun yet?" Callisto asked as she pulled it out. She accidentally pulled the trigger. A small bebebebeeeeeeeeeeeeep was heard, but no bullets were seen. But across the room, a vase directly across from the former Vampire Slayer exploded. Callisto looked at the bottom of the gun. It had the phrase "300-ROUND NANOCLIP 2BX5000" there. "Oops."
"Let me see that," the guy with black hair said. He examined the gun. "Yeah...hey, I remember something! Nanoclips aren't solid bullets, but sound. It shatters things at high frequencies, like opera singers with high voices." He spied a bag with his picture by his side. The name LAWRINZ was on the tag. "And now, a bag for me!" He opened it up and saw three humongous guns of the same type as Cal's gun, clothing, a cowboy hat, and a knife with a laserpointer. "I wonder what kind of world we live in where we need this kinda crap?"
"Ooh! My turn!" the former bookworm-pagan exclaimed as a bag with the word KINNA and her picture came into her sight. Her clothes were fashionable in the eighties, but were kind of dirty now. They smelled like rotten eggs and gunpowder.
"Willow...uh, Kinna...why are your clothes rank?" Lawrinz demanded.
"Beats me, Lawrinz," she answered. "Don't ask me. I just got here!"
Meanwhile, Jones, a former librarian, was looking through his bag. He had tweed suits like he'd designed for himself in the Virtual Role Play, but the tags were all ripped out. That was unusual. In the game, Jones-Giles had liked his tags. Reading them was fun, because to a librarian, few things are as grand as reading, even a shirt tag.
The former Ice Queen was having extreme problems opening her bag. As hard as she jerked on the zipper, it would not open. When she finally could open it, it smacked her in the jaw. Inside, she had a plastic cardigan, a purse made out of rat hair, and Wal-Mart brand jeans. "Oh, my God!" she screamed. "I'm a dork!" Linka was close to having a seizure, which would only have made her hearing aid fly out of her ear.
Carbus, who had played Angel/Angelus, found that he had one suit--leather--and a bunch of weapons: knives, futuristic grenades, more Nanoclip guns, and something that looked like a baseball cap with spikes coming out of the bill. Whoever Carbus was, he was probably a lot like Angelus.
Of the seven people who had spent eighteen months in a Virtual Role-Play game, Bos was the only one who had a normal stash. He had a guitar, as usual, but the rest was just clothes and hygiene items.
This new world sucked already.
An hour later, wearing their new duds, the former Scooby Gang walked out of the Dominion, prepared to face the new world. Callisto was wearing a leather T-shirt with a picture of an American flag with a skull in the blue box. Kinna was wearing a green dress with a long, metallic strip running down the front. She had wondered what it was for. Lawrinz was the most fashionable of the bunch, wearing an Armani suit with a bullet-proof shirt. Jones had on a tweed suit like the one he'd worn before. He still wondered why the tags had been missing. He did, however, notice that he couldn't read words on the signs. Linka was sort of walking funny in her dorky clothes--the Duchess of Dork was wearing a pair of Blue Thunder jeans, a thick T-shirt with a lizard eating a fly, and Seagal-brand sandals. Carbus had a simple outfit: jeans, a T-shirt, and Reeboks. All, of course, had blood on them. Bos's outfit was somewhat stylish: Calvin Klein khakis, a Ralph Lauren jacket covering a Fubu shirt, and expensive-looking Nike shoes that would have allowed him to walk normally on Jupiter.
The scene outside the Dominion was a horrible one. The strangers saw homeless people with sci-fi-ish guns shooting other homeless people for scraps of food. A man in a limo drove by and tossed a Molotov cocktail at a building with the words "XANDER-CO" at the top. What appeared to be an Apache helicopter, except for modifications that ranked it with the ship in Independence Day, flew over the scene, dropping grenades at strangers. This new world was a dangerous one. And they hadn't even gotten to the parking lot yet, where Lawrinz's car was parked.
"Well...no time like the present," Lawrinz said. He motioned for the others to follow him, and he ran across the scene. When people saw him, they immediately stopped what they were doing, too stunned to move or speak, even kill. They did, however, point and laugh at Kinna.
"Do I have dandruff or something?" she asked Carbus. "Or-or a booger hanging out of my nose?"
The group finally made it to the parking lot. There, they saw only three cars. Above each one was a sign. "JOIN THE XANDER-CO MURDER SQUAD, VALUABLE PRIZES TO BE WON." "EARN BIG BUCKS FOR MUTILATING THE REVOLUTIONARY SCUM!!!!!" Lawrinz's car looked somewhat like the car from Aeon Flux, except that it had a small gun on the hood and what looked like a mini-rocket on each side.
"Nice world we got here," Linka lisped. Not having front teeth made it hard to speak.
"Xander-Co?" Bos pondered. "Lawrinz, what's your last name here?"
"Xanderson," he answered. "I can't be related to that group, though."
A little girl suddenly ran across the parking lot, mad with fear. Callisto grabbed her suddenly. "Hey! What's wrong?"
"He's gonna kill me!" the girl screamed. "I stole some of the Imperial Dining Material so my family could eat!" She then looked at Lawrinz and screamed. "Oh, my God! Not...you!" She kicked and screamed, trying to run away from Lawrinz. To the rest of the group, Lawrinz looked normal, but to the little girl, he looked as normal as Jack the Ripper.
A man appeared at the back of the room. The group was stunned to see a man that looked exactly like Spike.
"Hand over the girl," he drawled in his British-American accent. "Or each of you dies."
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