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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?]

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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?

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.

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.

[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.

Jeez, B...livin' in a place like this where nothing actually follows the rules. How is it you haven't gone crazy, yet?

[ oh so drily: ] Who's saying I haven't already?

Oh no. You're not crazy. No way that Buffy Summers goes off her rocker.

Hah. [ the dream shifters had shunted her right back into that institution. it was so fresh in her mind. ]

Thanks for the vote of confidence? I'll be recording that one for posterity. June 30th, the day Faith Lehane decided I could never be a psycho.

Thought we cleared this up. That's my role.

[there's..an odd note to her voice when she says it. It's a joke, but it's tied up in a whole assortment of other emotions...most of which really weren't that positive]

...Not anymore. [ her voice remains tight. it isn't just that she knows better about faith's future. it's also that, well...

she's had some eye-opening experiences with mental illness and redemption and grey areas. ]

Ah...right. I'm a regular hero, now. Somehow I keep forgetting that.

[as did the trees, apparently]

...I've been told that it takes some getting used to.

Guess it's all natural for you.

[ sometimes, you gotta draw a line in the sand. and sometimes? being self-effacing is just another form of self-righteousness. ]

No, Faith. It isn't. None of this could ever be natural to anyone. So we deal in different ways. It doesn't mean...

[ a sigh. she might as well own up: ] I had a head start on you. Three years of Slaying before you even came on the scene. But don't think for a second that I fell into this gig with my best foot forward.

[ ...lamely: ] My first time out? I missed the heart.

[If she was completely sober, she would have tried to tamp down the irritation she felt at that response. She might not have been completely successful, but she would have tried.

She's not sober, though, and the attempt bristles, despite Buffy's good intentions]

Right. You and me are peas in a pod. I'm seein' that, now.

...Wasn't exactly trying to make that large of a leap. But I have had my fair share of rehabilitation candidates in my social circle. Angel, Anya, Spike. Sparrow, now.

Sorry...was this you trying to say you get me? Or that you're gonna save me? Because, last time I checked, I thought you were sick of that game.

[it's not fair. Some part of her knows it's not fair. Buffy really couldn't be blamed for being unhappy with her arrival, and she'd been more receptive than Faith had expected. But it didn't stop the frustration--that idea that her efforts should have some kind of recognition.

Nevermind the voice that said this conversation was that recognition. Right now, it wasn't enough. Right now, the alcohol and the trees' rumors and the months of buildup made it too difficult to hold her tongue]

[ she's beginning to feel that same old trepidation -- the kind that had sank in so viciously when she'd first tried to help faith out only to be spat upon. ]

You know what? Sorry for attempting to care.

[she felt a little sick...and it wasn't from the alcohol]

Yeah, well...No one asked you to.

[She wanted her to. Desperately. But that was wishful thinking.

..Wasn't it?]

Gee, F. You're right. No one did. That's kinda the point.

Funny, Angel always asked first. And then listened.

[bad idea, Faith. Bad, bad, bad idea, invoking that name, but she can't seem to help it]

But Buffy Summers knows better. So tell me, B? How do I make it all just go away, huh? How do I be just like you?

[ buffy didn't listen past angel. ]

Oh, you are not going to bring him into this...

Right. 'Cause I should just forget about the one person who didn't give up on me.

Funny how you didn't kick or spit or hiss at his help like you did mine, huh? Funny how it was all cuddles and heart-felt talks once Angel wanted to help.

[ frankly? sometimes she wonders if faith was the stubborn pickle jar and buffy had done all the lid loosening for the next person. ]

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

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[ filtered voice ] ;; I'm sorry

[ filtered voice ] no no i love it.

[ filtered voice ] these twoooo

i know. ;;

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