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Xander was currently not a happy guy. This was now two end of the world places he's been to, and BOTH have to have the messed up version of his oldest friend. First the vampire version, and now scary veiny black magic Willow was here. This was not good. He was already trying to find some yellow crayons, and hoping she didn't find some old temple to destroy the world with.

In the meantime, he was on the farm, and scavenging pieces of wood for more chests to build.

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"The last guy who was going about religion and dressed like a priest thought I needed mandatory eye surgery. Only he used his thumb instead a scalpel."

Xander then replied harshly, "Less teaching, and more thinking that Slayers are weapons not people."

Oliver looks both startled and concerned. "How terrible." He frowns deeply. "Any man that could think of doing such is no true man of God - unless your land has a vastly different version of God than mine."

He listens to the news about the Council's policies with a grave mien. What Godsworn hasn't had that complaint about the Church, even if he never voices it?

"In times of war, vision narrows to the next battle. I am sorry that this happened to your Council. It has happened to my Church far more often than many care to admit. I am glad your way of life is changing."

"We're trying, still got a few of the same leftover. Guess they were out of town that day. And yeah, got that impression since he didn't think much on women in general by the look of him. But my friend got him to split." Small laugh at that.

"Very good for your friend," Oliver replies.

"Yeah she was pretty happy about it." Yes, many of his friends are girls. So what?

"This was the Slayer, then?"

Oliver would like to meet this woman - it would be interesting to compete with her. (Oliver is sure that he'd win when it came to demon-killing, though not world-saving.)

"Yeah, the original of the modern ones. That's Buff." Grin on his face, and he's pretty sure she could kick Masterpiece Theater's ass easy.

"Buff," Oliver repeats, masking his slight shock. Does everyone in Xander's world have an odd name? And what's with the lack of surnames?

"So, all in all, you work with Slayers, a werewolf, a few Council members, and your friend who currently is mad and evil to fight demons at a Hellmouth. Do I have that right?"

"Buffy, yeah. Also her sister, my friend's who's usually a good witch, Giles who's a good Watcher, uh, well, there were others, but they're gone now. Along with the Hellmouth. It kind of fell down and go boom a while back."

"Well, that's something," Oliver says, sounding rather relieved for that.

"Yeah, just got several more, according to Giles. But thinking this place doesn't have one? Not sure there."

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