[037] - action

[slaying]

[Buffy had never before noticed the terrifying effect of blood on snow. Especially when it was her own. In California, blood had a habit of sinking black into the dark, uncovered ground. But as she walks slowly back into the village, she winces to look over her shoulder and see the sporadic trail of bright, bleeding red behind her. There's a bad

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[james_morph]

[What's even worse then the sight of blood on snow, is smelling it. And James is most certainly smelling it, and is loping along towards Buffy through the snow]

Oi! Stop moving ya suicidal git! [He comes skidding to a halt in the snow next to her]

[slaying]

[Too busy wincing in pain to look up and see who's talking but, through gritted teeth, she responds:] This wasn't really my choice of outdoor activities, today. I was thinking something more in a not bleeding everywhere.

[james_morph]

Well the more you move, the more blood you'll lose, now stop moving so I can help you.

[Gives her a quasi-stern look, taking his coat and vest off and laying them across Buffy's shoulders.] Alright, can you tell me where you live?

[slaying]

House seven. Look, there's a doctor there--okay? I just need to get to him. No other help required. [Her dignity is suffering, along with her internals.]

[james_morph]

...[Snort] Yeah, whatever, I'm still helping

[He pauses for a second and breathes slowly, his body changing shape to accommodate carrying her. His legs growing slightly longer and his upper body mass increasing slightly.] Alright, this might hurt for a sec, but I'll get'cha home.

[He reaches down and ever so deftly, and still delicately, picks her up into his arms, adjusting her so he wont drop her and checking to make sure she's alright]

[slaying]

This? [She practically growled, scrabbling even as her injuries twisted.] Not helping. I'm not interested in being anyone's potato sack.

[She struggles and it's pretty fierce, but lacking any actual Slayer strength--halved or otherwise.]

[james_morph]

["..."ing at her]

Stop. That. It's making this more difficult than it has to be, not to mention making yourself bleed more. [He starts walking off slowly, ignoring her protests] And stop giving me the 'tough warrior' act, alright? Everyone gets hurt.

[slaying]

[Like Hell was she stopping. A young woman, so trained to be prejudiced against anything not entirely human. So defiant and so very entirely freaked out right now.

She ceases her verbal protests, but doubles her physical efforts. She tries to grapple for a foot-hold, hoping to use what strength she has left to spring away from the creature she could only see as a new captor.]

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[james_morph]

[Okay, he's not good at being social, and this was pissing him off in all the wrong ways.

His fur cracks to an angry red, and he snaps at down at her with a growl] STOP THAT!

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[james_morph]

[After a moment he gets his cool back, his fur changing to a rather flat gray] I'm trying to help you...

[He shifts awkwardly and looks down at her with an arched eyebrow] Alright?

[slaying]

[Looking oodles more inconvenienced than afraid, Buffy winces only because of her current pain. While her struggles lessen, she is no less devout in her intentions.]

Picking a girl up against her will and not taking no for an answer? Usually not associated with helping. I was just dumped back by the Malnosso--[groan]]--I don't need to chase that with a second abduction.

[james_morph]

I'm taking you home..... and you're bleeding...

[Eyes her a moment] Want me to dump your ass back in the snow?

[slaying]

Preferably? Yeah. Then I can at least go find someone with a little bit more of a brain in their head. [Pushing away, pushing away.] What on Earth posesses you to go and pick up an almost-practically-might-as-well be stranger, without doing that decent thing of asking first? Do you get some kind of sick delight in doubling the trauma?

[james_morph]

...[He looks down at the rather disturbingly large blood-stain that was still spreading on them both, and then back at the trail of blood that she had left]

...........Should you really be talking this much? [Continuing towards her house, he might as well dump this broad off somewhere and get it over with]

[slaying]

Talking? It's kinda what I do. Along with frequent battle wounds and generally getting along just fine.

[This rather brave front is using up a lot of energy. But she very seriously wants to be let down. There is a panic to her that only began once she had been carried.]

[james_morph]

[Entering the village now, whew, almost done with this crack-head]

Do I need to knock you out or something? Stop moving. I don't want to drop you on your doorstep. [Fuck, which way was house 7... he looks around with an "oh fuck" feeling]