6th Spell [Voice/Action if people want] - Luceti

[slayersidekick]

Huh... I-I guess it's not too bad.

Uh, Giles, Buffy? That thing I was working on? It's going-

AH!

[She's out in the woods when they come for her, cutting her words off.]

What are you, you creepy - Leave me alone! No, hey!

[There's the distinct sound of a struggle, possibly magic being used in the background, the thump of the book getting thrown (at one of the droids, actually) and then landing on the ground open, and then... nothing.

Should anyone venture out to where she was, they'll find scuff marks and a large area of leaves and general forest-y stuff that looks like it was blasted by some strong wind. The journal's totally still there, but Willow is nowhere to be seen.]

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[voice]

[steadfastest.livejournal.com]

.....Willow?!

[There's the sound of swearing then, muffled, as Xander drops his journal. Then:]

WILL!

1/...3?

[herotypical]

Will? [Awh, crap. Buffy's initial bad feelings get confirmed all to quickly.] Willow!

2/3

[herotypical]

[She grabs the first easily tugged on pair of shoes she can find and she is out running. It takes her all too long (oh, those precious seconds!) to find where the altercation took place.]

...done.

[herotypical]

[Panting just slightly, Buffy reaches for the left-behind journal if it is in fact left behind? Otherwise scratch that! This would be a tough one to sit through with the others. The first kidnapping of a close friend from home seems to be the toughest to endure.]

[consultmybooks]

Willow!

[Giles is out and running as soon as he realizes what's happening. The mention of the spell she was working on gives him an idea of where to go, but by the time he finds any sign of her, that's all there is.

He stares around, his mind a quiet, angry blank.

Someone is going to pay in blood for this.]

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

[ McCoy listens to the familiar sound of a kidnapping taking place -– really, he has been here long enough to recognize them –- but he doesn't say anything. He simply grits his jaw and closes the journal when it eventually falls silent on her end.

Good luck, kid. He'll be waiting for you when you get back. ]

[count-gardios.livejournal.com]

Willow? Willow!

[When there's no answer, it's obvious what's happened. Damn.]