want_take_have | 003 - You can talk all you want, but my skin is really thick.

[Buffy - Filtered 57%]

Hey, B. [I'm back] Anything new I oughta know about Drusilla and her latest boy toy?

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[When the audio feed begins, the sounds of whispers and quiet murmurs can be heard in the background, though they're too distant and jumbled to pick out the individual messages.

Faith, however, can be heard clearly...and while she's not freaked out, she's definitely on guard.]

Seeing as I've been off playing civic servant, or whatever you wanna call it, does anyone wanna tell me why I just landed in the middle of a Disney movie? The talking animals were weird enough, but now I gotta listen to trees? That's just overkill.

[the sound of brush crunching underfoot starts as she turns towards the village, making her way through the trees]

I'm just sayin'...if some stuffed up pimp comes galloping through on a white horse, I'm not responsible for my--

[she trails off as she catches a familiar name coming from one of the trees, falling silent in order to listen. She moves closer to the source, letting her catch the tail end of what the trees are saying.]

"--super phallic imagery of shoving a sword through your lover's chest."

[She's forgotten the journal's in her hand, now, as she just stares uncertainly at the bark]

...Hold up. Are you telling me that--

"Well I heard that the other slayer totally has a thing for Buffy. It’s obvious she just wants to get in her pants."

[She gives a strangled noise as she takes a few steps back, caught between confusion and pure fury]

The fuck?!

[someone want to speak up before she sees if she's strong enough to uproot a tree?]

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[ ugh. ]

Don't they ever.

[Speaking of horses, someone has desperately needed to do this since coming back from a kidnapping. Faith will hear General Alys long before she and her rider come into sight.]

Like...messing with your head?

[why does everything she learns about this place suck?]

Yeah...no one told you about that?

[Amelia's a bit surprised, and she gives Faith an apologetic look.]

Sorry. Didn't realize you didn't know. But--yeah. It happens. They alter our memories, or make us fall in love or take away some aspect of our personality: things like that.

Least it ain't permanent here, right?

[she can't help it. She stares blankly at the approaching horse, and then turns to her (now closed) journal.] If you're gonna play that way, how about adding in a bottle of Jack?

So I hear. And see. [ but haven't lived. ] Apparently, it's like some kind of state that feels like everlasting nothingness and then you're back. Seven days, give or take.

[ she's seen it happen far too often but it was never so nerve-racking as it had been with jack. ] Death's not what I'm worried about with this loser, though.

What if she tries to turn him?

I guess I read about it... [but she's kept herself pretty cut off from other people since she got here. Enough that she hadn't really contemplated the effects it could have]

What the hell is the point of something like that? Other than pissing us off?

[He slows down as he approaches, looking puzzled.]

Sorry?

Then we dust him. And give him seven days to get over it. If you can handle Queen Cuckoo, we can take out one newbie vamp.

Doesn't make you ready to go through it.

[Amelia does regret having brought it up, though.]

You got me.

The justice brigade won't like it. [ a sigh. and why should she care? but it was tough being looked up to, sometimes. and there were some folks she was loath to disappoint.

but, annoyingly, faith's right. ]

Here's hoping that when -- not if -- it does happen? We're not smack dab in another hunk of madness like this one. I tried to eat some cereal today and it tasted like Spaghetti-Os.

It was truly disturbing.

Figures.

[it's muttered, before she sighs and looks him over]

What's the news, Pimp Charming?

Sorry. Neither. [Feeling a little odd at the height differences, he dismounts, giving the bay mare a pat.] Do you need a ride back to the village?

[she gives the horse a look before fixing him with a smirk...both for taking the title in stride and the offer] Thanks, but no thanks. Not really the kind of riding I go for.

[and, while she's not trying to ditch him, per se...she hasn't forgotten about those whispering trees, either. So she doesn't really wait for a response as she goes back to continuing down the path.]

[Gregor says nothing. He just decides to let the horse take a breather while they're stopped, and coughs into his sleeve. That's when another tree speaks.]

I hear that girl Faith’s so angry because someone killed her parents and she’s got a whole batman-complex going on.

[He glances up, trying to find the source of the voice.]

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[while he might not be able to find a source for the voice, she seems to have picked one out. Or, at the very least, she's shouting in the direction it came from]

Seriously, what the hell? Where are you even getting this crap?

[Gregor only stays close to his horse. It's what happens to shy people when they encounter an awkward moment between a girl and a tree. The tree rambles on.]

She’s supposed to be in prison for murder. 20 to life. Whoever thought it was a good idea to let her out needs their brain checked.

[the switch is obvious. She had a temper, and slander and false accusations got under her skin, as much as she would have liked to say they didn't. But this...

This was true. And it drew her to a sudden stop as she tensed]

[Gregor decides he should rest Alys somewhere else. He's about to swing himself up when he hesitates.]

Are you sure you don't want a ride away from the talking trees?

Story of my life, sister.

[finishing off the last of her glass, she reaches for the bottle to pour another]

Never mind, we got plenty of things to deal with all on our own. There's a whole world still looking to fuck with us, too.

[she can't help it. She's just tipsy enough that she starts laughing]

Hell no...not Spaghetti-Os? Damn. Sounds like we've hit rock bottom.

[ hearing faith laugh is such an odd experience. especially when that laughter isn't directed AT her.

buffy half-smiles. ]

It was pretty sucky, yeah.

[she's shocked enough that she'd almost forgotten Gregor was even there. When he speaks, she whirls on him, brow furrowed]

...huh?

Do you want a ride away from the forest?

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