CRY FOR JUDAS [January Catch-All | OPEN]

[slayerskiss]

Who: Faith Lehane and you!
What: A slayer arrives in Trench, finds a hole to hide in and gets ready to start slaying again. 
When: Early January
Where: Around

Content Warnings: Will be tagged as needed.

I. (where judas went to die)

[It's been a few days since Faith's arrival, and for the most part she's shut herself up in an abandoned house in Crenshaw and left it at that. It used to be that she arrives in a town and immediately tries to establish herself as the toughest kid in the playground, but she's changed. Or she'd like to think she has, anyway.

She mostly leaves the house to get food, and when she does she comes back with bags full because frankly? Prison food fucking sucks. 

One night, however, she decides she's going stir crazy from being pent up like this, and even though she didn't leave by choice, getting out of prison's something you're supposed to celebrate, not sit indoors and sulk about. So she'll find... something. She wonders aimlessly through Crenshaw late at night, and ends up at the docks with a bottle of whiskey and a plate full of gingerbread cookies.  If she sees you coming she'll give a nod, but her stance around the cookies is protective. The whiskey she'll share but these cookies are hers.]

They always keep this marketplace runnin'? Figured it'd be cleared out by now. 

II. (getting equipped)

[It's been a week by this point, and she's done sitting around moping. She's a slayer, and yeah, maybe she's not a good one, maybe she's an evil heartless bitch who fucked everything up because she was rotten to the core but she's a SLAYER. And there's plenty of things that need slaying.

She heads for Prufrock, starting with the whole weapons thing. She needs something with range. A bow or a crossbow or even a rifle, though she kinda doubts this place has much in the way of firearms. Eventually, she gets kind of lost and overwhelmed, so she'll stop a stranger and ask. And that stranger... is you!] Yo, help a girl out, you know where I can find something a bit less medieval? Like, long ranged crossbows and rifles and shit?

[Or alternatively, maybe she's visiting the Gate, to get some healthy slaying practice in. She thinks these people are wimps for coming and watching the real warriors kick the shit out of chained up animals but hey, Diana told her that some level of training's required before she goes out guns blazing and starts hunting for real.

And... as always, she was more or less exactly correct, and it makes Faith feel like shit to even think about. Maybe you've been paired up with her in a team, or she's just come out from fighting, or you're both just taking a break in between fights but Faith gives you a smile and a totally chill nod from a very chill and cool girl.]  You got much experience in this? Killin' monsters n' shit?

iii. (i need noise, need the crack of a whip)

[And now she finds herself at the club. It was only inevitable. She's on night... 8? 9? And she's dancing in a crowd of people, feeling the rush of being surrounded by other people's heat and the music's rhythm bouncing against her skin. She's wearing tight leather pants and a tight fitting crop top that shows off a generous amount of her cleavage because Faith's isn't shy and she thinks modesty's a scam for virgins.

She needs to feel everything and nothing at once, because it's the only way she can silence the rage in her head and stop thinking. She does need a break every now and again, and she drops down into a sofa close to the bar that you just happen to be sitting next to and she lets out a breathless laugh.]

This place is dope as fuck. [And then she'll sort of slump lazily and turn to whoever she's next to.] You look like you could use a drink, huh? Makes two of us.

iv. (winter's mourning)

[She was just wandering about, hands in her pockets, patrolling the area for any monsters that need killing when suddenly she's gotten too close to a ritual that she had no idea about.

In a memory that's not hers, she looks around, alarmed at the new scenery.] What the fuck? Where am I?

 

Comments

[slayerskiss]

Weapons-wise or prey wise? Weapons-wise, a little bit of everything, though yeah some ballistics or a crossbow would be sweet. Prey wise, I mean... there's only one thing to hunt here, no matter what form it may take. Monsters. Slaying monsters is what I do.

[She says this matter-of-factly, rather than with any particular over-eagerness. It's her job. She enjoys it, but it's still just what she's supposed to do.]

Somehow I doubt you'll get a bible in Prufrock, but go nuts, sister. Guessing you're looking to switch the junk for weapons, then?

[expiera]

You should be able to procure decent equipment as long as you can agree on a trade deal with the shopkeeper, I've found the selection here to be quite varied. [Technology is... a bit all over the place, "I wonder what a Lovecraftian-style firearm would look like" isn't a question most people ask themselves but very much something that they get to find out here in Trench, octopus designs are in.] And that's true, but the worth of what's salvageable depends on the monster too. The blacksmiths here aren't picky and judge solely on practicality, but what you can get for, say, a venom-laced fang can fluctuate a lot at the Willful Machine.

[She answers seriously in turn, but does glance up at "it's what I do". It's a little refreshing to hear that, frankly; people who used to hunt in their previous lives should be better suited for the nature of this world, not that it seems to care the least who it drags in from what she's seen so far.]

I don't have my hopes up, but it couldn't hurt to keep an eye out. And yes, something like that. --Ah, there it is.

[Giving a nod ahead, she shifts her gaze back to the front; they're coming up to a large and fortress-like building, though arguably much of Prufrock's architecture is the same way. There seems to be traffic too, a hunter covered from head to toe is seen walking out just as they near the entrance.]

Shall we?

[Can't exactly "ladies first" given their circumstances, but it didn't sound like Faith's been here before from their conversation so far, plus it's only polite to hold the door when Ciel was the one who took the lead to get them here, don't mind the fact that she's smiling like any girl would introducing someone else to their favorite mall. All the more reason for Faith to take the first step in and get a good look herself, right?]