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[lapsedsaint]

John's head hurt. A lot. His face, too. And he was tied to a chair. In a room. Somewhere. He had no idea where

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[location: Buffy's basement]

[likeajoan]

John was of course, in fact, currently in Buffy's basement. After Cian and Buffy had succeeded in knocking him (or Asher, technically) unconscious in central Taxon, they'd carried him back here, lashed him very tightly to the aforementioned chair, then locked the door.

She'd been checking on him periodically, and had kept herself within earshot-- so when she heard his shouts she made her way down to the basement with all possible haste. It was with relief that she could sense, immediately, that he was no longer a vampire.

"Hey." She said, in a subdued manner, as she approached him. "Do you remember where you are? Why you're here?"

[location: Buffy's basement]

[lapsedsaint]

Well, this was promising. He wasn't completely alone. Chained to a chair, sore, but not alone. "I don't even know where here is."

[likeajoan]

"Here is my basement." She replied, almost apologetically, as she looked him over-- specifically his injuries. "Something happened." She pulled a small key out of her jeans pocket and walked behind him, crouching down to uncuff his hands.

"You have memory loss. You've been a vampire named 'Asher' for the past week or so. I had to stop you from hurting people. I'm sorry about all the... well, your face."

[lapsedsaint]

If his face didn't hurt as much as it did, he would have stared at her for a little while longer before speaking. "No such thing as vampires. Where did my week go?"