[023] - action

[herotypical]

[Buffy sits, quite quietly, on the riverbank near the bridge where she had been taken. Returned now, she looks to be unharmed. No bruises, no cuts, no blood. In a lot of ways she looks as though she hasn't even left.

She hugs her knees to her chest and leans her head back, drinking in the crisp autumnal air. The Slayer looks rather approachable this evening. One might even go so far as to say Buffy looks peaceful.]

(ooc; Back from hiatus and back to my regular scheduled posting. Except a minor dip in tagging over the weekend, though. Going on a small excursion during the days.)

Comments

[herotypical]

Why does everyone keep saying that?

[She selectively ignores the fact that two people do not equal everyone.]

[thesun-itburns.livejournal.com]

You were kidnapped. [He seems almost perplexed. She doesn't SEEM like she was...]

[herotypical]

Are you...sure about that?

[thesun-itburns.livejournal.com]

I'm positive.

[herotypical]

Maybe the Malnosso have been slipping something in you blood because I have totally been here for the past seven days. Enjoying the weather.

[thesun-itburns.livejournal.com]

Buffy, no you haven't.

[herotypical]

[She stares straight at him, looking buckets of confused.]

[thesun-itburns.livejournal.com]

[Right back atcha.]

[herotypical]

[Buffy, trying to dodge the awkward, goes straight to the point and jabs a finger at his coat.] So. What happened to you?

[thesun-itburns.livejournal.com]

Sparring. You sure you're alright? [Changing the topic BACK, thanks.]

[herotypical]

I feel great. [Her eyes narrow.] With who?

[thesun-itburns.livejournal.com]

Seifer. You're not dizzy at all? Weak, tired...? Hungry?

sorry took me so long to reply--plane flights make it hard to tag~

[herotypical]

Nope, nope, nope and more nope. Also--Seifer? What is he, a glutton for vamp attacks?

[thesun-itburns.livejournal.com]

We were sparring. And yes, you were kidnapped. I can prove it if I have to.

[herotypical]

I mean nope as in nope, I'm none of those things--kidnapped or not. I feel...honestly? I feel great. Better than great.

[thesun-itburns.livejournal.com]

You were kidnapped, though. It's in your journal.

[herotypical]

So the world keeps telling me and I'm getting half a mind to tell the world to turn the volume down and me sort my memories out for myself.

[All this doubt and confusing is alarming her. Rather a lot.]

[thesun-itburns.livejournal.com]

Sorry.

[herotypical]

[Pinching the bridge of her nose, it looks as though she has been hit with immediate remorse.]

No apologies, okay? Let's have an apology-free zone. Instead, I'd be happy with some time. And...maybe some shoes. Shoes would be nice.

[thesun-itburns.livejournal.com]

You have some at home.

[herotypical]

What do you say--be my tall, dark and vaguely intimidating escort back?

[It's a paltry attempt at making Angel feel needed--but she's rusty on the whole thing and at least she's trying.]

[thesun-itburns.livejournal.com]

Of course.

[herotypical]

[Have a smile, then. She truly does look as though nothing's wrong. No bruises, no limping. She even looks incredibly well-rested.]

[thesun-itburns.livejournal.com]

[He'll have his eye on you, but besides that, he'll be outwardly accepting that you're possibly as fine as you look. He'll be starting to walk back to the house, escort and whatnot.]

[herotypical]

[And she'll follow, at her own pace. Bare-feet, after all. A Slayer may be hardy but Buffy has her own whinging streak now and then.]

So--being kidnapped and all--did I miss anything?