[ Buffy's back to life, finally.

The good folks at the clinic have... pretty much shoved her into the street again. She's hugging herself, bewildered and feeling just as frightened as she was the first time she was resurrected.

Her pace is very, very slow, and she's looking around for something, someone, anyone familiar. She's walking, on ( Read more... )

[Buffy promised Mercy she'd go to the clinic. Promised she'd catch up. But she didn't, not right away. She didn't really have the strength or desire to try that hard, at least not then. But eventually the nausea got to her, and she forced herself to leave the room and attempt to get to where she needed to be ( Read more... )

I'm pretty sure that [hacking coughing now] ugh, that outside the wall is definitely...

It's a no go for now.

[Hello feeling like shit, she hasn't had much of this lately, she's not missed it.] For once those, those things, aren't the problem.

Anyone heard anything about radiation imun...imun... those jags?

Buf? You [more coughing with the ( Read more... )

Well, isn't this fucking fantastic?

[He's rubbing his head, do vampires get headaches? It looks like this one does.]

Theres an influx of radiation and a few people missing.

[Not that he cares, or at least, no. No he doesn't care, because that would be stupid. A heavy sigh.]

I can't find Nill.

[Having finally stumbled back to his apartment on the second floor, Hannibal stops in his own doorway and slides down the wall, utterly exhausted and yet, not tired. The NOC is clicked on just for something to do.]

It's times like these I wish I had a rubber ball. Just for something to do.

[He thumps his head against the wall behind him before ( Read more... )

[ One trenchcoat-angel is fumbling with his new "cell-phone" and somehow triggered the video function. Still, he has it pressed to his face, so that's all you can see. ]

Hello? Who is this? [ With a frustrated sigh, Cas flips the phone around, finally bringing himself into view. He's holding at it at arm's length, his blue eyes unknowingly glaring ( Read more... )

[Crackle of static and then Clay speaks ( Read more... )

[The feed clicks on as he's trying to get a good grip on the NOC without crushing it in his shaking hands.]

--don't know what the fuck they're talking about.

[Jack rubbed his fingers through that tousled mess of brown hair, letting his eyes wander around the desolate street. He hated the feeling lost, and he had never felt quite as lost as he did ( Read more... )

{{Locked to Hannibal King; .5% Hackable}}

[It's easy to tell that she's been crying, probably at a constant, for awhile. Her voice is hoarse, a little weak.]

Hannibal..? Are you busy?

-do realise that my dear, but frankly, I doubt it'll be at all helpful.

[He's leaving the clinic, even if his head is pounding and he really can't see without his glasses, and he's not sure if he would actually have sufficient vision even if he did have them. His bloodshot eyes, the throbbing temple, formerly broken arm still twinging with pain. ( Read more... )