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Summary: Just because the costume is labeled werewolf doesn't mean the wearer needs to think of it as such.

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Games > Horror > World of DarknessBaileyMatutineFR131331021,45925 Jul 1025 Jul 10No
Disclaimer: I own neither Buffy the Vampire Slayer nor the Old World of Darkness. You can tell from how Changeling never got its own unique time frame the way the other venues did, and the way that Spike stopped being a totally cool recurring villain.


Xander took another look at the piece of paper in his hand before folding it up and putting it in his pocket. It had a stain on it where soda had spilled once, or possibly more than one stain, and more than one spill, now that he thought about it, but even through that and the creases from being folded many times he could still read everything on the sheet rather clearly, even if Jesse had complained about his chicken scratch when he had run off a photocopy for whatever it was he had had planned.

He had guesses on what it was that Jesse had planned for when he started the weekly gaming session back up, but with Jesse dead he would never really know. Nobody had wanted to step in and take Jesse's place running the game, so the much worried paper in his hand was now only another reminder of his best friend's death. He had been hanging onto the sheet because, well, he wasn't sure why, but now, a year later, he was finally ready to throw it out, just as soon as he played the character one last time. He'd been hiding a few bucks under his mattress for a while now, in preparation for this, and today was the day that he would see if he could buy a werewolf mask, as well as the other things he'd need to make his character work properly.

"Hey, Will, that's a... fine boo you got there."

"Xander, ohmygod! Is that Dusty?"

"Can't slip anything by you, can I? This is why you're the smart one. Yep, this is indeed my totally a werewolf costume."

The world stopped spinning, and Dusty, werewolf impersonator and Autumn Fae extraordinaire looked about, trying to figure out just where he was, where his companions were (especially the lovely lady Rowan, she of the red hair and kind words,) and what that horrible sensation was, slightly down and off in that direction.

The End?

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