Faith didn’t talk for the entire walk. She wasn’t comfortable with Jon and Ash bringing up the rear, especially when she had no doubt that if anything came out of the jungle seeking to attack that she would be faster, stronger and more able to take it on than both of them combined. She didn’t argue, however, or complain. Faith merely slipped back into Slayer mode, watchful and wary of everything around them, including their new traveling companions. She moved in careful, purposeful strides, subconsciously aware of every movement of everyone around them. She became warrior and protector, her playful and teasing seductiveness washed away by the need to be ready and alert.
She caught Tara’s gaze once and gave the girl a half-smile. The look that accompanied it was no-nonense-we’ll-talk-when-it’s-safe and it must have been a look Tara had seen often enough to recognize because she nodded and looked away from the Slayer, keeping her attention focused on moving.
Easily, she tuned out the prattle between The Doctor and Rose while still managing to listen to it. Words like “life support” and “power” and “energy” made Faith wonder if she hadn’t taken a step a little bit to the left of her normal weirdness and added aliens and spaceships into the mix. (No big surprise there if that’s so; aliens might actually be a nice change from vampires and the gals in the lockup.)
When they stopped in front of one of those police box things that she’d seen in some old television drama that she’d paused briefly on when channel surfing (courtesy of one Richard Wilkins, former human and mayor of Sunnydale), she stopped and quirked an eyebrow. “Well now, if that ain’t the shit.”
Faith considered what Rose had said about showers and bedrooms and asked curiously, “Let me guess, it’s bigger on the outside than it is on the inside? Some sort of dimensional pocket or doorway or something?”
The idea did not surprise her. But hell, she’d shared one off weird ass dreams with B, and got the lowdown on some pretty weird shit from Angel. Dimensional doorway in the middle of a tropical island? Not so suprising. (Stranger than Sunnydale. Huh. Who’dathunk.)
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[Faith] Move Out? (tag everyone)
Date: 2006-04-14 05:47 pm (UTC)She caught Tara’s gaze once and gave the girl a half-smile. The look that accompanied it was no-nonense-we’ll-talk-when-it’s-safe and it must have been a look Tara had seen often enough to recognize because she nodded and looked away from the Slayer, keeping her attention focused on moving.
Easily, she tuned out the prattle between The Doctor and Rose while still managing to listen to it. Words like “life support” and “power” and “energy” made Faith wonder if she hadn’t taken a step a little bit to the left of her normal weirdness and added aliens and spaceships into the mix. (No big surprise there if that’s so; aliens might actually be a nice change from vampires and the gals in the lockup.)
When they stopped in front of one of those police box things that she’d seen in some old television drama that she’d paused briefly on when channel surfing (courtesy of one Richard Wilkins, former human and mayor of Sunnydale), she stopped and quirked an eyebrow. “Well now, if that ain’t the shit.”
Faith considered what Rose had said about showers and bedrooms and asked curiously, “Let me guess, it’s bigger on the outside than it is on the inside? Some sort of dimensional pocket or doorway or something?”
The idea did not surprise her. But hell, she’d shared one off weird ass dreams with B, and got the lowdown on some pretty weird shit from Angel. Dimensional doorway in the middle of a tropical island? Not so suprising. (Stranger than Sunnydale. Huh. Who’dathunk.)