Five by Five

[It was true that Faith had managed to refrain from killing her elf...but she hadn't exactly played nice, either. She wasn't exactly sure what had done it--maybe locking it in a cabinet for two days, or the time she'd hung it up on the coat rack by its collar--but something had pissed it off enough for it to get revenge. When Christmas morning rolled around, she'd woken up to find herself elf-free...and her floor covered in coal. And she'd continued to find it in the week that followed. In her coat pockets. In the cereal box she'd left on the counter. In random boots.

When the video starts, it catches an annoyed looking slayer tipping her boot so that a stream of coal pours towards the floor. When she speaks, her tone is dry. Very dry.]

This place is full of supes, right? Anyone else feelin' like letting off some steam after dealin' with this place's version of holiday cheer?

[she pauses long enough to bend out of the camera's view as she pulls on the now-empty boot, before reappearing with a smirk] Maybe I'll even go easy on you.

[not long after her journal invite, she'll make her way to the battle dome to get in a bit of much-needed training, before heading into the center of the village for a drink from Cloud Nine. She can be found at either place, or en route.]