It seemed that this Slayer had been weighing heavily on the minds of the others since their encounter last night. To Dana Griese, it was a boring rehash of details half of them couldn't understand or had been too banged up to properly note, mixed with scraps of arcane lore that could be interpreted in a dozen different ways, none of which were immediately helpful. This Slayer was like receiving one puzzle piece and being asked to use it to track down another 249. Until it became an immediate threat, who gave a crap?

Besides, there had been bloodstains on her clothes last night. [i]Bloodstains.[/i]

She had been so furious that she'd plunged a shin guntō right through the top of the dryer she and Victoria had gotten on the cheap from a few college students hocking their apartment furnishings at the end of last summer. She had no idea when they would run into undergrads with good dryers again, and she was constantly chided by Victoria for losing her temper at the appliance...but she hated when bloodstains wouldn't come out.

[i]Kisama...[/i]

Damn Slayer. Or whatever the depraved creature who got her rocks off on saving them last night had been. One thing was certain, though.

Dana's head jolted up at the mention of Sailor Moon, and she couldn't hold back a scoff.

"Sailor Moon? Hmmph."

The American nerd was a far less pathetic genus than the otaku of her homeland. But sometimes it was still jarring.

"Maybe. Devil Hunter Yohko. With more eyeliner. Who cares."

Something out there that could kill vampires wasn't the most special thing in the world; lots of people could kill vampires, and they hadn't all been girls on the cusp of applying for college. Yet nonetheless...the prowess on display last night [i]had[/i] been damn cool.

"I want to...box," the Japanese hunter slowly sounded out, "...this Slayer. Someday, when no vampires...I hope we can street fight her."

If she was one of those that refused to raise a fist against humans, Dana would probably bawl. If this girl was a fixture in the sleepy town that the young Japanese fixer had found herself in, there were many areas where her prodigal skills would need testing. The grand arena of the shopping mall, the hyperkinetic action movie go-times of laser tag...her [i]closet[/i] would certainly need inspecting...

But mostly the street fighting.

"I hope [i]I[/i] can street fight her."

Dana sighed wistfully and crossed her legs from atop the table where she perched, the buffer separating Victoria from the rest of the group - just as her role demanded.