[028] [voice + action]

[thesun_itburns]

[Backdated just a bit, not too bad

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[slaying]

[Nearby? Uh-huh. Returning home from an all-night patrolling extravaganza courtesy of her insane levels of worry over how no one was around home last night. Except now she walks back to find Angel punching a tree. Oh, great.

Buffy's closing in on him and getting all up in his personal space, grumbling freely as she assumes he still cannot hear anything that she says.] And what'd the tree ever do to you, huh? Look at you funny?

[thesun_itburns]

[He half-sighed, half-growled in frustration at her comment, but took a second to chillax and not freak out at Buffy.] Dru took them. Both of them. [And he glances up at her now. Feel free to notice she all but smashed in his face, and no doubt cut him all up and down as well.]

[slaying]

[Tensing--feels like she's going to run for it. Run where? Well, anywhere, really. Anywhere where Dru might be.]

[thesun_itburns]

[And then, despite himself, he drops from a stable crouch on one knee to both knees, forehead dipping to rest against the tree. He's really not in good shape, Buffy. Run off if you like, but I doubt you want him dripping a trail of blood up your porch and through your living room.

[action, after Buffy.]

[aeolicguardian]

[It took her a while to place it, but Istara finally figured out why that rather loud scream of sorts sounded vaguely familiar. So here she is, arriving at the house she's pretty sure she remembered staying at for a bit -- only to find one bloody Angel in front of a tree. Oh boy. So she heads over, looking down to the other as soon as she's there.]

... What happened?

[action]

[thesun_itburns]

[He's glancing up for a moment, appraising the one who came to investigate, but remembers the ninja-esque Istara from before. After a minute, he does reply:] Drusilla.

[action]

[aeolicguardian]

...

[She doesn't know any Drusillas, no. So she shakes her head a bit. Besides, it doesn't matter as much as getting this guy cleaned up should.]

Never mind, we'll talk later. Do you have any sort of first aid kits in that house?

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[thesun_itburns]

[He glances to the horizon. Maybe fifteen more minutes before he's toast, unless he gets inside soon. But Istara doesn't know that, does she?]

Yeah, I think.

[colony_brat]

[Thankfully Duo will be walking up from behind him. If he saw Angel's face, he would have walked the other direction, probably very quickly.] Does everyone 'round here hate trees? What's wrong with people from Earth? What'd the trees do ta you?

[thesun_itburns]

[When he hears the boy approaching, he shifts his face back and turns to glance at Duo. Feel free to notice his face (and clothes, to a lesser degree) are pretty bloodied, because he's gonna let that speak for itself. He's got no intention of responding to a lecture on trees, not when a soulless crazy-vamp has two of his friends.]

[colony_brat]

[Duo's going to study him for a moment, head tilted one way and then the other.] Hm, hate ta tell you this, but I think the tree won. That or you shoulda gotten the number for that transport that ran ya over. You wane me ta try to heal ya, which I ain't gunna promise'll work, or you want me to walk you to the clinic?

[thesun_itburns]

[A glance to the almost-sunrise. He's nearly out of time...] I need to get inside.

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[thesun_itburns]

[He shifts his face back to normal, glancing up to face the woman that spoke his name. Even in human face, he's still a sight, all bloodied up like he is.] ...Ashe.

Action

[thesun_itburns]

[He's silent for a minute. How to explain? Eventually, he settles on the rather unsatisfying:] Lost a fight.