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deercountry2022-01-05 12:16 am
CRY FOR JUDAS [January Catch-All | OPEN]
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?
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Yeah, that was about it. Floating little things, fire from ice, glamours, that kind of thing.
[She's not sure she wants to get into the 'I kind of tried to destroy the world a little bit' conversation just yet. It's a lot, and while, yeah, maybe Faith will understand, especially given her past, Willow isn't feeling quite ready for that talk today.]
I got pretty advanced - it seemed like the best way to be able to help Buffy at the time. And it did come in handy in Deerington too, more than once. When it worked, anyway.
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[She doesn't want to analyze that.]
...Well, I dunno if I can do anything, I'm not exactly a witch but... I mean, if I lost my own slayer shit, I'd be pretty wigged. So, y'know, anything I can do to help you get it back, just let me know.
[God, she feels like she's simpering a bit.]
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Yeah, that sounds pretty weird... You must be glad to be out.
[She smiles at the offer of help - it means a lot to hear that Faith understands where she's coming from, especially given their history.]
Thanks. I'm not sure there's anything anyone can do about it, really, but it's worth a try? I have no problem with the blood magic stuff here, but... I don't know how much I want to trust it yet. Given, you know, blood magic at home can lead to some pretty scary places.
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Yeah... that much I'm familiar with. [The Mayor found it repulsive but he made use of it sometimes.] I haven't tested any of it. No idea if I've even got anything new. Though, I know my blood is all poisoned and crap now.
[Which feels hurtfully on the nose.] Guessin' this is a secret? You lackin' magic and all that, I mean. Not like I've even got a lot of people to blab to, but y'know, just to be clear.
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[Poisoned blood. There's no shortage of that around, there's a few people she's close to seem to have the same blood type.]
There's kind of a lot of that going around - I've met a lot of people who have the same thing going on. Sometimes it even comes in handy.
[She nods.]
I haven't exactly been advertising. There's a few people who know, though - mostly the ones I live with. You should come by sometime.
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[She raises her eyebrows in surprise at being invited over. It makes sense, kind of, but... she can't say she expected it. She was going to give Willow her address first.]
Yeah, alright. [She nods. She can be cool and chill.] I'll swing by. Who do you live with, anyway? Let's see if I've met 'em.
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[She smiles a little when Faith asks who she lives with.]
Oh, uh, there's a bunch of us there - Ozpin, Oscar, Ruby, Ange, Glitch, Qrow... Oh, and Tara - she got here... almost two months ago now.
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It felt pretty uncalled for, considering Tara never did anything to her.]
I've met Ruby and Ange already. Shared some cookies, we're tight.
You and this Tara chick though. Still kicking the gear shift? [One of Faith's more incomprehensible innuendos for "fucking." Which isn't saying a lot.]
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Yeah. They're both really great.
['Kicking the gear shift...' Willow doesn't think she'll ever really get the hang of some of the things Faith says, but at least she'll try to tolerate it a little better now.]
Uhhh... It's complicated. She can't really, um... touch anyone right now. The blood magic thing. But yeah. We're still seeing each other.
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For like a few months.
She's not bitter.] There's gotta be like, a remedy for that, right? At least you'd think there would be since it's all over the damn place.
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[She gestures to her pile of books.]
It's one of the things I'm working on. This blood magic stuff is kind of one of those 'same, but different' things. There's common themes, but it all manifests in everyone individually.