Faith Lehane (
want_take_have) wrote2012-07-30 06:30 pm
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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?]
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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I'll be there. I sure as hell ain't sticking around here.
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[Amelia's good with it. And provided Faith doesn't end up falling victim to some other aspect of the experiment, Amelia will be waiting for her in Good Spirits.]
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If she wasn't in a drinking mood when she started, she is by the time she drops into a seat by Amelia]
Tell me this place doesn't go light on the alcohol.
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[And since Faith looks awful, Amelia will make the trip. She stands up, glancing at the other woman.] Any preference?
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[She's heard her share of rumors, after all. Amelia heads to the bar, then comes back with a bottle of whiskey and two glasses, all of which she sets on the table.]
You want to pour?
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[and she'll fill both glasses, only stopping shy of overflowing.
Setting down the bottle, she doesn't exactly chug hers...she's not looking to get senselessly drunk. But she drinks it fast enough to know the buzz will set in sooner rather than later]
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It's just a stupid experiment.
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[why does everything she learns about this place suck?]
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[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.
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What the hell is the point of something like that? Other than pissing us off?
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[Amelia does regret having brought it up, though.]
You got me.
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[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.
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No kidding. As if there isn't already enough stupidity to go around. The Malnosso decide that it's time to make everyone really miserable.
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Guess I missed the memo when that wasn't the case.
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Not everything's bad. Or as bad. There are good things. I have a nephew.
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[somehow that was even more disturbing than the alternative]
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[Although that gets tricky.]
He's not my blood nephew. My housemates are married, and they had a kid. People may not think it's smart, but they can't have a family back home.
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[Certainly not without getting an earful from Amelia. Wolfwood and Milly deserve to be happy, and they are. It's not right or fair they can't be back home.]
That's one of the worst things about this place. As horrible as it is, it's still the only option some people have. They don't have a life to go back to if they go.
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I know that feeling.
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