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thesun_itburns

[019] [voice + action]

Jun 28, 2009 13:02

[Shaky, but trying not to show it:] Dru, I-... That damned soul.

[ Near the ending, he cracks. 'Soul' sounds a bit like he's falling apart from the inside out, and after that, you just hear the journal drop, then the sounds of a collapse. You can hear heavy, labored breathing, like someone trying really hard not to act like they're in pain. ]

**ic, *voiced, do not want, +event! over, *action, hoshi-, [drusilla], soooouuulll

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[action] slaying June 28 2009, 20:24:14 UTC

[As soon as she hears this, Buffy does two things. First, she checks the room where Angelus had been held, only to find it empty. Second, she's running. It will probably take her at least an hour, combing through the village and its surrounding outskirts, before she finally comes across him.

She doesn't speak. She just stands and watches. Other people had been returning to normal--would he actually be him, this time?

Buffy waits. She knows that he'll know she's here without her opening her mouth.]

[action] thesun_itburns June 28 2009, 20:42:47 UTC

[It's the real deal this time, Buffy. Haven't you noticed everyone going back to normal?

He senses her there, and is immediately scooting away a few feet until he's backed into the shadows of a tree, his forehead on the ground and his fists so tight that his nails draw blood from his palm. He's not wanting near you, sorry. He's not wanting near anyone he spoke to when he was... how he was.]

[action] slaying June 28 2009, 20:48:10 UTC

[So she takes a leaning stance against a tree, her arms crossed loosely--she knows when to respect his personal space. This is definitely one of those 'whens'.]

At least I didn't have to get all shove-happy with a sword in your gut, this time. [Quiet, tentative. She's not going to walk closer, but she's not going to walk away.

[action] thesun_itburns June 28 2009, 20:56:56 UTC

[He's silent for a while, and when he does talk, his voice cracks an octave on occasion, just like with Darla when he first got his soul.]

I-... How many, too many...

[But he's at least semi-aware that he's making no sense, so there's another pause in which he tries to pull himself together, stop shaking like... like a murderer, like a soulless murderer who attacked innocent men and women and Buffy and-

He squeezes his eyes shut tighter, working on blocking out the mental chaos for a second, and can manage a relatively (as in just barely) calm:]

How many did I-... How many were hurt?

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