.:007:. - Of Battles and Victories.

[hexhax.livejournal.com]

[Willow appears on the Plane, looking very disgruntled. And bloody. Only some of it is her own, though. She takes a few steps in before flopping on the ground and laying on her back, staring at the Plane's sky. Not tired physically, but emotionally.

After a few moments, she sits up Indian style, tilting her head and looking at her ruined clothes, not seeming to care about the blood in her hair and on her face from wounds that have already healed.]

Anyone know a good dry cleaner? I mean, a really good one? I could always count this dress off as a loss, but darn if I hadn't finally got it to fit just right. Also, despite my hair, I really don't think red's my color.

I prefer green. Or blue. Blue's nice...

... I hate surprise attacks. Really.

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[hexhax.livejournal.com]

I'm not.

Seriously, my injuries have healed already.

[sifud.livejournal.com]

[Going to double-check anyway. She closes her eyes, laying one cool hand over Willow's forehead and the other against her collarbone.] ...that's something at least.

[hexhax.livejournal.com]

[Oh hay, that's niiiice~] I know, I look a sight, but at least not all of it's my own!

[sifud.livejournal.com]

[Frowning still.] If it wasn't dry I could at least get it off of you.

[hexhax.livejournal.com]

It's cool, really. Apparently, I can warp a shower here, possibly. Though I'm not sure how I'd get it from my apartment to here without Kennedy noticing...

[sifud.livejournal.com]

Hold on. [She faces in the direction of the beach, drops into a bending stance and sweeps her arms into the air, moving in a languid circle.]