[[oo7]] † :{Accidental Voice}: † :: [[I Want The Fire Back]]

[unsharedburden]

[The NOC, previously nestled in her waistband, clatters to the ground; on the way, the button to make a call is pressed. It's unclear what exactly happening, but if one pauses to listen to the feed, they'll hear a fair amount of crashing, cracking, scuffling, and grunting. There are a few short, strained cries as Buffy's fists collide with walls

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[superninjayuf]

Um...hello hello?

[Voice]

[unsharedburden]

[Yeah, she can't hear you. Gonna need to be louder. Between her own crying, the grunts, and the breaking of everything she touches... Not hearing you at all.]

| voice |

[superninjayuf]

[smacks her own NOC,] Is thing working? [shakes it]

Hellooooooo? Yo, hi! Anyone there? HEY! thump'a-thump'a! What's going on?

[Voice]

[unsharedburden]

[The scuffling stops, and a few distant sniffs are heard. Then silence.

A few footsteps.]

Oh, you've gotta be kidding.

[The NOC rustles a bit, then she picks it up and holds it to her cheek.]

Hello? [No, of course she doesn't sound like she's out of breath or like she's been crying.]

[Action]

[cant_stand_up]

[Reed's out on patrol - thankfully without Mercy tagging at his heels babbling like an idiot - and stops abruptly as the noise hits his ears. Pistol instantly in hand, he slinks to the edge of the building and peers into the dirty window, eyebrow lifting to see the blond girl beating the shit out of something unseen.

But nevertheless, he's a soldier still and he's not about to lower the gun until "no threat" has been determined. So, for the moment, he keeps absolutely still and silent, waiting.]

[Action]

[unsharedburden]

[It's not really apparent what she's doing until she moves more into view; and then he'll be able to see that she's putting her fist through a broken shelving unit... And the wall behind it. She's unaware that someone's watching her; she's too engulfed in what she's doing.]

[Action]

[cant_stand_up]

[Jason cocks an eyebrow; well, someone was pissed. Looked like Shafer after someone stole her damned Milk Duds. Although instead of a shelf, Ana usually went for other breakable things, like people.

Finally holstering his pistol, he steps out of his shadow and clears his throat, although he's still a good distance out of reach.]

Hey. You all right?

[Action]

[unsharedburden]

[She spins rapidly, fists up and well prepared to take whoever it is down if they give her trouble. She doesn't recognize him; and she doesn't remember his voice from the other night, so at this point, she considers him dangerous and eyes him suspiciously.]

Who's asking?

[ridiculoushair]

I simply can't imagine why you're crying.

I'm assuming [Voice]

[unsharedburden]

[She doesn't hear you; just keeps beating the crap out of things.]

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[ridiculoushair]

[Danica really isn't one to vie for attention like that so they'll have to talk at another time; click.]

[ Voice ]

[frost_la_magra]

Buffy! [ His voice is sharp, loud, and she better answer him because something isn't right.] We need to talk.

[Voice]

[unsharedburden]

[She hears her name, and is startled, then goes over to where she sees her NOC and picks it up.] -... Deacon? -

[A beat. Those are the four most horrible words in the English language. God, not now.]

... okay?

[Voice]

[frost_la_magra]

In person. [Aka, where are you?]

[Voice]

[unsharedburden]

[She sniffs.] Right now?

[Her stomach's already in knots; way to go.]

... I'm at the - that one abandoned building. One of the ones farther out.