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"You were talking about taking shots off my stomach and going dancing, not five minutes ago." And now Faith looked like she'd seen a ghost, not the kind the Slayer usually tangled with, translucent and interrupting the lives of ordinary people, but one of flesh, bone, and part of her own past. Which meant the man staring her down had to be connected to Faith’s father somehow. "But I am okay with leaving. It's fine, it will be," Ororo assured softly, resting fingers on the small of girlfriend’s back. "Do you think this means he's in the city?

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@thenightsplutoniumshore​ doesn’t get the joke.

     “Beautiful, isn’t it?” His voice had a sort of smoothness to it, like velvet, when it rung out to her. Though he was talking to her, it didn’t seem like he wanted to get her attention. He was just talking and he knew she’d probably be the only one in earshot to listen to him.      During it all. During the swirl of reds and blue. The siren calls beckoning from on top of squad cars parked around the perimeter of the crime scene. They were in a crowd and despite the indiscernible collective murmur of commonfolk gossiping, she struck him as someone who would hear a stranger’s offhand remark. Especially when the stranger had green hair, paper white skin and ruby red lips that-- technically-- were smiling but it didn’t seem to be a mirthful smile.      It almost seemed forced.

     “Wonder what’s on the menu tonight.” Saying this more so to himself than to her, who he had accounted in the scope of his periphery. Brunette. Rough looking. Local? He wasn’t sure yet. She’s seen enough not to look too disturbed at the sight of the carcass being carried into the back of an ambulance in a body bag. The movers didn’t even have the courtesy to tuck in the dangling, blood stained hand back into the slightly unzipped bag. They simply flung it into the back of the truck as if they were U-Haul or something.      He snickered at that.      “Modus operandi.” Pronouncing the phrasing as if he were seeing how it tasted on his tongue, a white gloved right hand finally raised up to slick his hair back. If she were to turn to look at him she’d see he was wearing a purple pinstriped suit with a green bowtie choking the folded collar of his tucked-in button down shirt. Polished black and white Spats hugged his feet, as if he were ready at any moment now to rehearse a performance with Fred Astaire or Gene Kelly or something. Shaking his head-- not necessarily disapproving but disinterestedly--at the every day circus in front of them, he turned away from the slowly dissipating crowd and slowly started to make his way down a nearby alleyway.      “Wonder what’s on--” he stops to look up at the moon, “--the menu.”

[absolveres]

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[chuckxalmighty]

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Excuse you Faith doesn’t appreciate what their doing with those few brain cells

It’s not like I control the decision they make, they do have free will.

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        Damn, that was a lot of blood. His freshly shined shoes reflected the far off streetlights as he was careful to not step in the pooling blood. It’d been a while since he came across a scene like this. Sure, in his days at Wolfram & Hart, this was called a tuesday meeting. But in his years since, he’d avoided situations like this for the sake of keeping a low profile. It wasn’t until this moment, standing here, that he realized he missed it. “Looks like you had fun.” He commented to the woman, whose mess he had walked into. “This one.” He pointed to the man at his feet. “Is faking it.” Stepping on the man’s hand, he released a pained groan. “You should probably take care of this one.”

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"Do we have to do this every time we see each other?" she sighed in exasperation, "I'm supposed to kill you ya know."

Lestat flashes her a playful and yet mischievous grin, radiating his usual easy confidence. “Do you always do what you’re supposed to?”

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“He’s done already? Is that all it took? I feel bad fer American women if they’re all doent aht fast”

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“ the first, the last, the third. doesn’t really matter much to me. i’m not about to let that scum hurt innocent people. so i’m gonna track his ass down and kicks that sick of shit from here to hell and back again. “ dante isn’t afraid of a thing, especially not some asshat pretentious enough to call himself the first. a quick stab from rebellion should make it pretty easy to make sure the first has his last day. that is all dante really cares about right now. “ i’m honestly surprised you’r trying to stand in my way. figured killing this asshole would be one less thing on your plate. “

[waywardfeathered]

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       “You should know what I am by now. So you should, also, have an awareness by now that these chains will not hold me for the rest of eternity.” Actually, they probably would, as they were angel-proof, but there was no harm in trying. The angel’s nonchalance towards his current state -- trapped, beaten -- was not an act, however. He was pretty much used to being captured by now. Really, it was kind of becoming a pattern. Sooner or later, somebody got pissed off at him for whatever reason, and this was where he ended up, with slight variations. It didn’t even matter why this woman was doing this to him. He’d... get out. Somehow. Maybe.

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The brush against her hair told Ororo exactly who'd come home. Even half-asleep, their fingers felt different. One lover's short and stocky, often fumbling with too much care, cause the fear of hurting her always lurked in the recesses of his troubled spirit. While the other's long and delicate, moved with a smooth calculation for the same reason.

"Mmm..." Thick lashes flutter to the sight of Faith's slanted lips, and hers mimicked them. "And wait longer to see you?" Stretching one hand up and covering a yawn with the other, her eyes landed on the growing pile of weapons on the coffee table. "Quiet night?"

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Revan was flipping the shoto saber in his hand as he watched Faith walk up to him.  Tossing the shoto hilt to her, he said, “I think you should learn to use a light saber.  You might not be able to use the Force like I can but with your Slayer enhanced abilities.  I think you could handle the saber.”  He had set the blade for training level not that he didn’t think Faith could handle the power, he just didn’t want to have Diana yelling at them for slicing through parts of the room.

Revan than drew his main hand saber and grinned, “Shall we?”

[liminalchaos]

"I'm sorry who are you again?" //*waves*

“Hm?”

Ah, right, this was… wait, how many Slayers were running around all at once? So much for the rules and the way of things, there. One of the Slayers, anyway, named something with an ‘F’. Vicious little thing, according to his sources, but Ethan’d been around the block enough to see more than his fair share of those.

“Ethan Rayne,” he said, sweeping the most melodramatic bow he could muster up. “At your service, Miss Slayer.” Well, sort of. Playing up the silly did tend to put people at ease—or at least off their guard a bit. “I’m afraid I only know you by reputation. Something about a bus full of nuns? Can I ask your name?”

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K !!!! I WILL NOT CRY DAMN IT ... PUFFS OUT CHEST TO BE ALL TOUGH AND SHIT !! ... I’m not crying damn it ... you are. I LOVE YOU SO MUCH OKAY ?? How dare you make me feel thangs !!

[spilledblood-a]

          It’s no surprise when he hears the voice.

          His head turns over his shoulder, glancing at her once before he turns his body towards her. His machete stays in hand, lowered, but his grip remains firm.

          ❝ If y’had a gun, checkin’ wouldn’t’ve saved me, ❞ he says, though he’s relieved that she didn’t pull one – a standoff isn’t what he was looking forward to. The fact that she didn’t attack as soon as he walked through the door led him to assume she isn’t looking for a fight. While it wouldn’t be the first time he was proved wrong, he’s come to rely a little on split second judgments. It’s all they really have.

          Hearing what she has to say, his eyes leave her for a moment to skim the area before landing once more, a nod given. It didn’t look all that promising from where he was standing.

          ❝ Won’t be the first or last time somethin’s cleared out, ❞ there’s a pause, eyes squinting as he studies her. ❝ You held up here or passin’ through? ❞

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