want_take_have | Luceti Appointment Post

Faith -- We need to talk.

Barracks. Hour before sunset.

-BS

[she saw the message, but she didn't answer it. Not in writing. Not out loud.

Actually, for a good portion of the day, she seriously considered ignoring it. If she'd wanted to see the other Slayer, she could have gone by the bar. It had been made clear enough that she could find her, there. But what she wanted, more than anything, was to be left alone (or so she told herself), and she knew that Buffy wouldn't stop at written notes.

She finally shows up, thirty minutes before sunset, looking much more herself in tight tanktop. Holes have been cut for her wings...wings that match Buffy's almost feather for feather.]

Miss me already, B.?

[She looks like she's confident enough, jaw set and expression aloof, but she doesn't come too close. She's not actually looking to pick a fight]

[ the other slayer loiters near the transporter, the blood-red scythe leaning against the wall beside her. she looks...older. perhaps not obviously; perhaps not at first. but twenty-six is still rather different than nineteen. buffy summers wears soft non-colours: creams and caramels. the occasional flicker of jade on her hand and on the thick-metaled man's ring she wears on a chain around her neck.

the wings twitch. she stands a little straighter. ]

Wasn't sure you'd come. [ buffy's voice was light but not hollow. ] I'm...glad you did.

[ diplomatic. ]

[her eyes flicker to the scythe, lingering uncertainly on the glitter of the blade, before she forces herself to shrug and meet Buffy's gaze once more. Her own wings fold flat against her back, as if that might protect them if she needs to fight.]

Yeah, well, figured we'd have to do the reunion thing at some point.

It's a small town. It was gonna happen whether we wanted it to or not.

[ whether you wanted it to or not. ] And there are some work points that should be discussed.

Still all work and no play, huh? [there's no bite to it, though. Really, the familiarity of it is....if not comforting, at least something she can work with]

...So that's it? Have some clothes and wings and we're patrolling buddies?

Buddies? [ her brows raise. ] No. But there's a vamp on the loose and I'm not about to hoard that intel to myself. We don't see many fang-gang types in these parts but...when we do? It can be tough to deal with them in the usual way.

[ buffy's arms are crossed. she takes another step forward. ] What do you know about Drusilla?

[ this? this is the slaymaster general. the den-mother of the whole slayer organization. matriarch and, somehow, a teacher. ]

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[one eyebrow shot up] Ain't that Spike's chick?

...this place really ain't picky about who they snatch up, is it?

[her voice has a wry edge to it. She knows Buffy probably includes her in that estimation]

[ oh boy. just WATCH her eye twitch at 'spike's chick'. ] E-ex. Spike's ex. And she's here alone but she's still dangerous. You have a right to know.

[ you are, after all, a slayer. ]

Right.

[......]

Thanks.

[awkward meeting is a go]

I patrol, of course. Your welcome to do your own. [ maybe -- some day -- they could find their way back to a semi-comradely co-patrol but this was so clearly not yet in the cards. ] You just missed another Slayer, before she left. She did her own.

[ and part of buffy would trade faith for melaka in a heartbeat. ]

...Gee. Getting to be a regular reunion around here.

...You just missed Spike, too. And -- [ a flicker of her eyes ] -- Angel.

[she goes still at that] Angel was here?

...A couple of times.

[she manages a laugh, but it's forced, and her eyes drop from Buffy's.] Guy really can't catch a break, can he?

No. No, he can't. Never could. He was here when I arrived. Thing is, Faith -- and you obviously don't remember this, but...so were you.

...this another of those funky time switch things?

Something like that. You've been her twice. So've Angel and Spike. Giles. Willow's been here three times. Drusilla? Two again. Dawn, Xander, Oz, Andrew, Jonathan, and Warren...you haven't met the trio yet, have you?

Some of Angel's team. Everyone's come and gone except for who we have here right now.

So...what? They do some kind of memory wipe thing? How come I remember everything back home?

[or, at least, she thinks she remembers everything. But how would she know if she didn't?]

...Something like that. Being here's a blip. A fork in the road, or something else equally esoteric.

Like an accident?

[wouldn't that just sum up her life?]

Or a windfall.

Luceti Appointment Post

[ written ; filtered 70% ; may 18th ]

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