[023] - action

[slaying]

[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

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[logicphile]

[Spock's approach would not be categorized as leisurely, though his steps are restrained enough to prevent any alarm or defensive reaction on Buffy's part. The half-Vulcan stops near the bank, hands folding neatly behind him. He glances down once at Buffy before perusing the rest of their surroundings, his tone of voice misleadingly impassive as he finally addresses her.]

They will be relieved to know that you have returned.

[slaying]

[She smiles calmly--almost too calmly for this particular young woman--and looks up at him from her seat.]

Now that's I've...returned? It's not like I've been to the Bahamas--unfortunately. [That does confuse her. Logical minds could assume she doesn't have any concept of being gone.]

[logicphile]

[He stares at her, unblinking eyes performing a full scrutiny of her physical condition. And perhaps, a quick assessment of her mental status. It appears that the variance this time was not wholly physical.

Spock's eyes narrows imperceptibly at the realization.]

I see.

[slaying]

[This face? This is her I just don't get aliens face. But she's gonna try.]

...Just what do you see, exactly? The stunning lack of my having been to the Bahamas or something else a little less chit-chatty?

[thesun_itburns]

[Here comes Angel. He's worried as heck, and you can probably feel the worry coming at you from behind like a bus. But you seem... unharmed? Angel's bandaged around the middle, and his coat's got a nice swordhole through it... He seems to be in worse shape than she is, oddly enough.]

...Buffy?

[slaying]

Uh-huh? [She turns her head over her shoulder to clock your approach, looking content as content can be. Until she spots the tell-tale signs of something rather ungood. Cue the worry, the frowny face. She pushes herself up onto her feet.]

[thesun_itburns]

You're back. [Ignoring frowny face.]

[slaying]

Why does everyone keep saying that?

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

[gardenerofgaia]

[And since I was planning to return her today anyway, Aerith is making her way through the village after her own kidnapping. Nothing majorly wrong on the surface; she's a bit shaken up, but happy to be back. And when she sees Buffy, she smiles and makes her way over. She's not even aware Buffy was kidnapped, since she disappeared on the fifteenth.]

Buffy! Hi! [WAVING.]

[slaying]

[Buffy isn't even aware that she's been kidnapped. Plus a few other things, as a bonus surprise at the bottom of the cereal box. So she waves enthusiastically and smiles to see her friend approach.]

Up to mischief? [She asks contentedly. Awfully contentedly, in fact.]

[gardenerofgaia]

[Aerith shakes her head.] Maybe later, but right now I'm just glad to be back. [She pauses, tilting her head slightly to the side. Frowns a little. And then she focuses on Buffy again, touching her arm lightly.] Do you know what day it is today?

[slaying]

[Back? Everyone's talking about being back. But at least it wasn't someone else's back that was being, and not hers. Still, Buffy frowns.]

Actually? No. Sunday, maybe? At least it feels like a Sunday. One of those nice lazy, comfy Sundays. In fact...it's sorta felt like one of those for a while now, hasn't it?

[inabook]

[slaying]

Uhm, good to see you too. [Slightly confused by your enthusiasm, but happy to return it regardless.]

[inabook]

[slaying]

Of course. Right as rain, fit as a fiddle...err, and other over-used sayings that mean I'm perfectly perfect.

[Action]

[credit_to_team]

[The Heavy is wandering past, carrying a blue briefcase packed to bursting with folders and papers; pages are actually slipping out and fluttering away in the breeze. He looks quite satisfied with himself. Humming something or other, he walks right past Buffy, stops, then backtracks.] Ah, comrade Buffy! You have returned! How are you?

[Action]

[slaying]

Heavy! [With a smile, she pops to her feet. Strangely, although it seems she has had trouble remembering a lot of the past few weeks...meeting this wonderful fellow as not been altered in any way.

Soon, she's giving him a look over the briefcase, though.] Up to something important?

[Action]

[credit_to_team]

Da, comrade! I have secured the enemy intel, hahahaha! Is just a matter of finding the RED base!

[Action]

[slaying]

Uhm, congrats? I guess. [Always with the mildly confused expression, when it comes to this new friend.]

What exactly is a...red base?