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[good_soldier]

Frustrating doesn't begin to cover things lately.

Tara's trying, but there's only so much she can do, she says. Without more information to go on, there's any number of rituals or artifacts that could've teleported Buffy and everyone else away to God knows where.

And why, oh why, did they not take SpikeBecause God has some personal grudge

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[eternal_kate]

Oh...I wouldn't say that...

[good_soldier]

Who the hell are you supposed to be?

[eternal_kate]

Couldn't I ask you the same question?

*Kate carelessly discards the body of a foolish teenager who tried to pick her up earlier this evening, leaving the trickle of blood on her lips.*

Little soldier boy's all dressed up, and tromping through the graveyard, like he's looking for a fight.

C'mon, Rambo. Let's see what you've got.

[good_soldier]

Riley snaps out his telescoping baton, turning slightly, dropping into a relaxed, but ready combat stance.

[_faith_]

What's this fuckarow? Geez, can't even have a nice routine patrol anymore. All I wanted was a chance to stop thinkin' about... stuff... and there's a throwdown in the graveyard.

"Hey!" I yell sharply, gettin' closer to the struggle in progress.

[eternal_kate]

*Kate glances up, hearing a woman's shout.*

Time to fly, Soldier boy...

*She bounces to her feet, and kicks Riley again, snapping the handle off the knife stuck through his thigh, and she heads into the trees with a leap and a snarl.*

[_faith_]

Well, damn. It's Buffy's guy. I approach him, layin' on his back like a waterbug.

"What was that? Uh, guess you need a little help, huh?"

[good_soldier]

Riley looks up, barely conscious, hand clamped above his thigh, trying to staunch the flow of blood.

T-tourniquet. Gonna...bleed out...