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[unsharedburden]

[ 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

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[eveningladies]

[With anything and everything that was going on, Hannibal was more worried about people staying safe than anything else, anyone you couldn't fight, anyone in immediate danger. Jogging through the streets, heading from the warehouses and the shops towards the apartment building.

Keeping whatever these things were out of the building was his biggest priority. At least until he spotted a familiar blond walking down the street.]

Buf...Buffy! [Pulling away from his original path, Hannibal headed straight for her, relief flooding his body.]

God, Buffy, you had me worried.

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[unsharedburden]

[ Buffy heard his voice, and looked up. He was familiar... But unfamiliar. It was strange. She didn't know how long she'd been gone. She hadn't been in Heaven; it was just... blackness. She knew she was dead. She knew she was dead, and that she should be somewhere warm and safe and happy, like before.

At present, she was sure that she'd either been hovering in purgatory or sent straight to Hell.

She was just trying to figure out what she'd done.

She looked up at him, not keeping eye contact for long. ]

I'm -.. sorry. Didn't mean to.

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[eveningladies]

[Coming to a stop just in front of her, hand reaching out to lightly grasp her shoulder he gave a shakey smile.]

Hey, it's okay. You're okay, right?

[It's the fragile appearance that stops him from just hugging her, but that same appearance that makes him want to hold her close and just make sure nothing else happened.]

You look a little pale there, Blondie. What's up, get sick of the noise?

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[ She flinched, drawing tighter into herself and looking up at him, fearful ]

I -- where -?

[ It dawns on her, who he is; she still doesn't really have her footing, but she rests her head to his chest anyway. ]

I was -... How long was I gone?