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Points to the glorified bricklayer
Xander was in the city, overlooking the damage. It was odd how he knew things got messed up, but couldn't remember how now. Something to do with the whole Nightmare business. Well no matter, it needed to get straightened up, and see what was possibly salvageable or repairable. Not the best niche around, but a necessary one, and at least it was a good area he was familiar with.
As it was, he got started making his way through some of the rubble to see how to get started.
As it was, he got started making his way through some of the rubble to see how to get started.
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Still that was forgotten at the sight of his friend.
"Buff! Hey, what took ya so long?" He immediately headed over for much overdue huggage. He then shifted his arms when noticing the heavy metal on her back.
Right, careful huggage around big honkin' scythe of vampire doom.
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Which was very hard to do, all things considered. There was a bright smile on her face, but tears in her eyes. This was...this was...
There were no words.
"And, you know, the Big Bad nightmare that was the...Nightmare King, actually."
She pulled away from Xander then and took him on. "It really is you. In all of your Xander-shapiness."
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"It's me, and you in your awesome Buffiness. Really a sight for this sore eye, you know?" He wasn't sure when he was going to see any of his friends again.
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