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Faith Lehane ([personal profile] slayerskiss) wrote in [community profile] deercountry2022-02-01 02:59 am

You'll Come Back (When It's Over) || Febuary Catch-All

Who: Faith Lehane + Others
What: Catch-All for closed threads through Febuary
When: The month of Febuary
Where: All over the place

Content Warnings: TBA.
psychopepsquad: ([Tara] Intrigued)

[personal profile] psychopepsquad 2022-02-04 05:53 am (UTC)(link)
[If Willow had talked about these things, Tara didn't remember them. They were outside of her moments of coherency, lost in what she called her "blips". The moments her memory and control shut off.

At least for now, she was reasonable and in control of herself. She was in the driver's seat as it were. Thinking of it in those terms made her chuckle, but she was careful not to make a noise. People seemed to look at her strange whether she did it with purpose or not.

She glanced up at Faith, doing her best to smile. There was no real feeling behind it, but that wasn't Faith's fault, it was her own. Maybe. Possibly. It was hard to know. Part of her wished it was Buffy here instead, someone who could explain this sensation, having gone through it.

But in a way, she was glad it was Faith. She was outside it all, unlikely to share this with anyone, especially Willow. She was like a safe stranger.]


No, I was just looking for someone to talk to. I didn't want anyone else here, if that's okay? Or I could go, if you want me to?
psychopepsquad: ([Tara] Watches)

[personal profile] psychopepsquad 2022-02-04 06:12 am (UTC)(link)
I can go with you. [It would give them something to do while they talked. Maybe even the effort of keeping on guard and danger around them would stop any potential blips.] I've never been the best with physical exertion, but I doubt we'll have to run any.

You...you don't have to stay there alone. I think the others would let you stay at the house. [She's not sure it's her place to offer, but she doubts Faith will accept. Unless she does. If there was a problem, she'd accept the trouble, but Faith shouldn't be alone.] They let me stay and they don't know me.

[There was a genuine smirk, a rare breakthrough of...something, some feeling. But it didn't last long. Either she made it up, or it was a lingering residue of her old self.]

Um, it's kind of difficult to talk about. I...I guess I wanted to ask your blood type. It's kind of related to that. Not you personally, but mine.

Don't tell Willow.
givehead: by <user name="givehead"> (Dragon Gang)

[personal profile] givehead 2022-02-04 06:49 am (UTC)(link)
(Dirk was on his break. Granted, every waking moment of his life was his break because he worked whenever the hell he wanted to. Still. He was sitting on the sidewalk a few feet away, a cigarette between two fingers. There weren't too many people out tonight. Not that Dirk could blame them. It was cold and shitty, but he was trying to get used to the snow. So here he was. Suffering. Like an idiot.

He had noticed the chick with her crossbow, but like, it's a usual day in Trench so he doesn't really pay her much mind beyond that. Not like she was pointing it at him. Then it would be a different story.

She is, however, talking about his shop. So, with a casual, indifferent Texan drawl:)


It's a stupid wordplay on the Japanese word 'yaoi' which is a genre exclusively about dudes who fuck dudes. (He takes a slow drag from his cigarette. He doesn't even know why he picked up this stupid habit.) It's also now a sex shop.
givehead: unk (star fight)

[personal profile] givehead 2022-02-04 08:10 am (UTC)(link)
Yeeeup. (While he doesn't necessarily smile at her laughter, there's something of a twitch at the corner of his mouth. This was clearly a woman of refined taste and he could respect that.

Okay, no, he actually smirks a bit at that second part.)


Someone's gotta. (Dirk thankfully never had to be subjected to religion at any point in his life, but he's read enough about it to have some serious pity for those that were.)

My thinkin' exactly. Granted, there's probably some podunk shack that sells blood-enchanted condoms or some shit.

(Faith was completely correct. He grunts, pushing himself up to his feet, and strolls over to her. He digs out his lighter and flicks it at the end of her cigarette. He cups his hand around it just to make sure the biting wind doesn't knock it out.)

Take it you're a Hunter? (With a nod to the crossbow.) That or just completely sensible.
givehead: by <user name="givehead"> (Pfle)

[personal profile] givehead 2022-02-04 05:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Right? See...I'm always telling people that barebacking is the natural solution to these problems. (Dirk, ew, no. Then again, they are standing in front of the kink shop he owns, so also maybe this should be expected.) Man, now I'm picturing this place's idea of an STD.

(It involved a lot of legs and he has no idea why. It's probably accurate. He slips his lighter away and takes another drag himself.)

Reckon you don't meet too many bright people then. I don't see enough people walking around with weapons. (He's not walking around with a weapon either, but he didn't strictly need one so. Details.)

Literally? Are you a prophecy baby or something?
givehead: unk (lotus blossom)

cw for nsfw conversation

[personal profile] givehead 2022-02-07 06:45 am (UTC)(link)
Takin' it up the ass is underrated. (The look on her face actually makes Dirk snicker quietly. He too was the king of gross-out with this stuff. The more disgusting, the better, in his opinion.)

Sounds like a sensitive dude. (Dirk taps his cigarette lightly to knock the ash off. Much like Faith, Dirk didn't need a weapon either. They were just so fucking cool. And so was the title 'Slayer' over Hunter.)

Sounds like a classic badass tragic backstory. Does this Slayer babe have a name? (Coming from anyone else, that question might have been the cringiest thing on this godforsaken earth. But Dirk somehow makes it sound natural and not like a come-on.)
psychopepsquad: ([Tara] Stutters)

[personal profile] psychopepsquad 2022-02-07 08:17 am (UTC)(link)
[It's not as if she brought any weapons with her. She's got her magic, but she hasn't really explored it since the blood zealots. Something about being a Vileblood. Using its magic would only make her feel even more wrong, even more decaying.]

It's not the best thing to stay alone in a place like this. Things can happen and you might want someone there. It's like...this is Sunnydale pulled into the Hellmouth.

[It was the first time she voiced it out loud to someone, but it felt good to say, especially to Faith. A person who would understand but wouldn't be Willow. Willow thought other things about the Trench.

She nodded, feeling a bit relieved that Faith shared the same blood. It made this conversation easier and Faith more trustworthy. She stepped closer, not wanting anyone to overhear, not that there was anyone around.]


Do you ever feel like the blood is wrong? That its made you w...wrong?
psychopepsquad: ([Tara] Breaks Down)

[personal profile] psychopepsquad 2022-02-12 11:15 am (UTC)(link)
It definitely wasn't any better aboveground, but Buffy told me once about what the Hell dimension she visited was like. This isn't exactly a demon slave camp or whatever, where we're worked until old age, but this is still pretty bad.

[And really, it's the only explanation that makes any kind of sense. Sure, Anya talked about how there were various dimensions, but this...this was the only way to make it seem more...real.]

Not that kind of wrong.

[She was meant as a defense for Faith.]

You were human, no matter what you did. This kind of wrong is like...not being alive. A decaying state. It's hard to explain.

[She frowned.]

I keep having...blips. I say or do something and not know I did it or said it. Everyone looks at me like I'm crazy when I kind of come to.
psychopepsquad: ([Tara] Drained)

[personal profile] psychopepsquad 2022-02-14 05:20 pm (UTC)(link)
No. They started around...December? I think? Time is hard to keep track of. They just have been getting worse over time. People are noticing more and more. I get lost sometimes...figuratively and literally.

[She clenched and unclenched her hands, wringing her fingers nervously. Fidgeting was better than stuttering.]

That's...not the only thing. There's a problem with my blood magic.

[She gestured to her clothing, the large bundle of layers she wore and the gloves that covered her hands.]

You probably noticed all this? If...if someone touches my bare skin, there's um a problem. I think I infect them or something? They start to feel what I've been feeling since I was brought back...from the dead.
givehead: unk (Gravitation)

[personal profile] givehead 2022-02-16 12:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Good to meet you, Faith. (He gladly takes her hand, giving it a firm shake. He wasn't too used to shaking hands yet, but it was easy enough.)

The mysterious kink peddler's name is Dirk Strider. (What a fucking top-notch namesake to live up to. Kink Peddler. She just about made his year with that one.)

Are you interested in the merch? (A thumb over his shoulder towards the sex shop.)

I'm sure fighting monsters all day leaves a lady tense.
givehead: by <user name="givehead"> (Somnambula)

[personal profile] givehead 2022-02-16 11:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Whenever you want, doll.

(Yeah, he could fully believe that. Girls weren't his thing, but she's pretty enough that he knew other guys (and girls?) must love her company.

Definitely both.)


Nothin' too fancy. I'm a genetic clone. Was put on a version of earth where humans were wiped out by aliens. Lived alone in the middle of a flooded Texas. No fancy destiny around just paradoxical bullshit and some weird-ass video game.

(There is absolutely no normal or smooth way of explaining Homestuck ever.)

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