Postcard from my Vacation. Snippet: Chrono Slayer

["Connor Macbeth" <connor_macbeth@xxxxxxxxx>]

Rest stop on my Vacation. First step, London.
Buffy = Joss
Chrono Trigger = Squaresoft
I own nothing.

Snipet: Chrono Slayer
By MacBeth

Consciousness came slowly and painfully. Buffy opened her eyes and 
at first saw nothing, then slowly her vision came into focus. Sitting 
up, she took in her surroundings. She was sitting in a shaft of white 
light centered on a small cobblestone platform surrounded by a 
wrought iron fence. On the wall in front of her was a short staircase 
leading to another room. "Where... the hell...." Slowly, Buffy 
regained her balance and stood. Squinting her eyes, Buffy tried to 
look to the source of the light. Seeing it continue upwards into 
infinity, she whispered, "This is beyond wierd..."
Looking past the fence, Buffy saw an endless field of darkness. 
Hearing a very human snore, her head whipped to the stairway. Moving 
as silent as her Slayer abilities permitted, she stalked down the 
narrow stairway and paused at a small wooden gate. Buffy put her ear 
to the gate to hear anything, and all she heard was occasional 
snoring sounds. Opening the gate, she winced at the squeek of the 
hinges, and stepped into a soft light. 
At first, Buffy couldn't believe her eyes. In the middle of the 
room stood an Elderly gentleman leaning against a lightpost, fast 
asleep. Along the wall to her left, she noticed a stone arched wooden 
door, while across the room, she spied a bridge that seemingly lead 
to nowhere. A sparkle caught her eye and her eyes trained on a circle 
of sparks dancing in one corner next to a fopuntain with a 
luminescent shape glimmering on top. Across the room, near the 
bridge, sat a small pedestal bearing a glowing book. "for some 
reason, none of this surprises me." she mumbled to her self when 
suddenly her eyes trained on the far corner and she quietly walked 
closer.
Sitting in the corner, sat a huge bronze statue. It sat with it's 
knees against it's chest, Titanic hands grasped the kneecaps, while a 
long grey steel tube sat, bracketed to it's shoulders. The statue 
appeared to be ancient, due to the thick blanket of dust settled over 
it. Affixed to his (his?) chest with a slim wire was a slim rod 
affixed at the top with a disk glowing dimly with an inner 
radiance. "Ok... I give up..." She muttered to the statue and turned 
back to the old man. 
Snoring softly, he was wearing Victorian era clothing and reminded 
her heavily of Giles. Poking him gently in the shoulder, she roused 
him from his slumber. 

That's all for now, This is what happens when you watch tapes of 
Buffy while playing Chrono Trigger.

"A true friend stabs you in the front" - Oscar Wilde