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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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[Antiquated lines maybe, but this is how Kass flirts.
Kassandra chuckles softly, looking down at her drink and wondering how best to answer that.]
Orpheus is a friend, I suppose. He's been friendly. But it's hard to think of a man with that many tales told of him being a friend. Ah...celebrity is the word I believe is used in the modern age?
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Night's still young, ain't it? [Sounds ambitious.] Though, I dunno if I'm lookin' for two at the moment.
[She shoots her a wolfish grin and downs her own drink.] If it helps any, I've never heard of him.
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Never? The musician that braved Hades to rescue his lost love is a tale for the ages.
[But maybe it's died out in Faith's world. Who knows? Still, encouraged, she takes another shot and not so subtly slips her arm up onto the back of the couch, clearly intending to draw Faith closer if allowed.]
Though there are plenty of more exciting stories that we Greeks tell. I was always more interested in the ones with the monsters and the heroes, or at least in the people who know how to get into the fun kind of trouble.
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[She does draw herself closer, a lot closer in fact, till she's practically pressed into Kassandra's side. She normally doesn't really do this part, but...
Fuck it. She gives her a grin.] Stories about monsters and the people who kill 'em, however... I've lived plenty of those, you know. And I'd like to think I've got trouble in spades.
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You do seem like the sort to be the fun kind of trouble, Faith.
[Almost certainly.]
Are you a Hunter as well, then? [She grins back, pleased by this. She just keeps finding other warrior women and that's great. A far cry from home.]
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"Into every generation a slayer is born: one girl in all the world, a chosen one. She alone will wield the strength and skill to fight the vampires, demons, and the forces of darkness; to stop the spread of..." Eh, you get the gist.
[She smirks, cocky but a bit ironic and even slightly self deprecating behind the bravado. She says all that but...] So apparently a bit of a big deal.
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[Kassandra shakes her head, smiling good-naturedly, meeting Faith's eyes without a shred of doubt. Why should she not believe this other woman? She's clearly confident enough, and it doesn't sound all too grandiose or outlandish to someone with her upbringing.]
I do know a little bit about having the burden of such responsibility, though. I was born with the blood of gods and kings. [Which does sound grandiose, she'd admit. Accepting that she is a demigod is not something that's come easily. Her smile widens and warms.]
It sounds as though we are kindred spirits.
sorry this is late AAAA
Her purpose in life was pure random chance. She just got the luck of the draw.
She leans in even closer, smirking.] A burden is one word for it, yeah.
Company's a good way to relieve it, in my experience.
Totally okay!
Your experience lines up well with my own.
[Her hand slides down, settling in Faith's thigh.]
There are rooms for company, here. And I'm feeling enough of a burden that I could do with some relief, if you'd like to follow me.
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Well, if it's such a burden I'd have to be a real monster to turn you down. [Then in an extra sultry tone, she adds.] Lead the way.
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Kassandra nods and rises, reaching her hand down to take Faith's. Nodding to the bartender, she leads them through the thumping noise of the club towards a side hall lined with mirrors. Now that they're not in all that noise, she does find it a little to speak. Moving towards a room, she favors Faith with gentle smile.]
I'm glad to know you're not a monster, then. [Pushing open the door, she turns and backs in, eyes focused, sparkling with mischief.] The noise out there was making it hard to think about anything but all the things I want to do to you.
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Normally, Faith's pretty dominant. She's proud, and she doesn't like giving people an inch that they can just use against her later, especially surrounding sex which she has a whole complicated and deeply distrustful relationship with. But... there admittedly is something about this six foot tall buff woman that makes Faith want to make an exception. She's not the first, but she is the tallest.]
Is that right? Well, how about instead of wasting all that time thinking about it, you just get right to showing me?
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And then she steps forward, closing the gap and kissing her with the ferocity of a mountain lion. She's not going to hold back, she can feel she doesn't need to, so she just lets her passions take over.]