vor | Luceti Appointments

[ooc: continued from here]

[she couldn't help but frown at that] That's what adults always say.

Buffy Summers already knew where Greg Bleak--Gregor Vorbarra lived. It wasn't tough to recall the room she'd walked in on, a while back -- wondering whether she ought to move herself and Jack into an apartment just like this one. Today, however, she knocked. Politely. Firmly. She'd scribbled off a brief expect me later today message to Gregor over the journals, but she wasn't certain whether he'd received it or not.

Next to her -- almost as tall as her! -- was a fine quality punching bag in dark blue. She must have hauled the thing here on her own.

[Handwriting it neat but very angular. He writes in runes, after all.]

My apologies, but I will be unable to meet you the horses on the morrow. It seems I've been selected to go on the mission.

Loki

[He technically got back from the mission more than a day ago, but he spent that day laying low until he could muster the reserves necessary to return himself to his natural form. While it may be known by some now, he's not ready to advertise that particular talent of his around.

But once he's looking nicely Loki-like again, he recalls that there are horses, and he's been promised an introduction.]

I've returned. Let me know when you would like me to come by.

It wasn't wearing off. Days ticked by and it still wasn't wearing off. Horror stories of uncorrected Shifts haunted her from when the Kin'corans had been in town; was she going to be stuck like this? A Slayer in Spike's body?

It wasn't fair.

But it also wasn't fair to simply cut everyone off. Not if it didn't look like it was going to be a simple two-day affair. And she'd already missed the birthday party...

So here Buffy stood -- in the wrong skin -- and knocked lightly on Gregor's door. She hugged a wrapped box against her (decidedly now more masculine) chest and dangled a second gift bag from her fingertips. She hoped he was home...o-or maybe she didn't. Maybe she could just leave them outside the door and make a break for it. Maybe she could still do that.

Hesitantly, she leaned down to prop the box up against the doorframe.

Good morning Gregor.

Hello? Um, Greg? This is Ikki - although we haven't met!

I know you're Loki's roommate, and I was just wondering if you know what he's up to, maybe? I haven't heard from him in a little bit.

[Loki returns home by the simple expedient of teleporting. Not quite steady on this feet, he runs into the wall of the front room, and then just leans there, eyes closed, breathing far faster than he should.

He managed the facade for the few minutes it took to get away from Barton and Adele, but something still feels wrong, as if there is a disconnect between mind and body that's interfering with his very ability to think. Something visceral - terror? - claws at his throat, tries to shut it off. He hugs his arms tight to his body, unconsciously rubbing his hands together as if to warm them, and resists the urge to pace.

Calm. He needs to be calm.

Calm refuses to come.]

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