crossing_lostrp | [Faith] Weirder than Sunnyhell? Hell yeah (tag George, Daniel, Locke, open)

(Grim Reaper?) Faith thought, (There’s one I haven’t heard before. Takes all kinds, I guess.)

“A. Grim. Reaper?” Daniel was trying hard, but Faith could hear – and see – the man’s disbelief. And if she could see it when she had only just met him, she supposed he was a lot like a siren going off to George. (And John too,) Faith decided as she cast a glance at the other man, noting his stoic face and calm acceptance of George’s words.

Faith shook her head, but grinned lazily at Daniel, “All that vampire stuff just went right over your head didn’t it?” She turned the amused grin to George, “Always thought you were supposed to have a black cape and a wicked sickle. Be a skeleton too, but I guess that’s right up there with vampires turning into bats, huh? Except Dracula. I hear he did the whole bat and smoke thing.”

“Vampires?” Daniel asked, with that same level tone which said that he wasn’t precisely certain how serious to take Faith’s – or George’s words – or how not seriously to take them.

With a sigh, Faith rolled her shoulders. If George was really a Grim Reaper (and wouldn’t Giles and Wes be all over that like the clap on a cheap ho), then her supernatural weirdness couldn’t be anything to hide. (‘Sides, the Doc told me to tell them my story.) She looked mostly at Daniel, but included John and George in her gaze, “Pay attention, ‘cause I’m only gonna say this once. Vampires are real. Demons are real. All those things that go bump in the night that you think were just kid stories and scary movie shit, all of it’s real. And if all that’s real, who’s to say that our girl Georgie isn’t all about what she says she is?

“But for the record, Georgie, considering that those two Watchers had threatened to put a friend of mine outta commission if I didn’t play their reindeer games, I don’t really give a damn if they do stay trapped in their rotting bodies for the rest of eternity. But Johnson and the pilot, they don’t deserve that.”

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Quentin found it a little humorous how quickly Daniel slipped into 'teacher' mode when pondering the existence of vampires and such. Even more humorous was the manner in which Faith brought him out of it. Then she turned her gaze on Quentin, and with a quick comment brought Quentin back to the reality of the situation. If Faith was a vampire slayer, where did werewolves fall?

Quentin decided to go out on a limb and find out. If people were to somehow find out about his secret, it likely wouldn't go over too well, portrait or no portrait.

"You say that so nonchalantly Faith," Quentin replied with a large grin. "It makes me wonder what other kinds of things you've run in to. What happens if we get the whole Universal Monsters lineup after us? Something tells me that those guns Daniel and the seargent are carrying around don't have silver bullets in case we get jumped by the wolfman."

Quentin hoped that he had been successful in coming off flippant. The last thing he needed was them putting the terms 'wolfman' and 'Quentin' together and trying to see if Daniel's pistol would fire a home made silver bullet. Quentin was unsure if the portrait left him immune to silver, and he was certainly not in the mood to experiment.

Faith tilted her head curiously at Quentin and gave him a sly smile. "That all depends on the wolfman. I knew a werewolf once; good guy, funky hair and cool nailpolish."

Quentin did a double take. Faith knew a werewolf?? From her description, he seemed to have been one of her friends. That was a comforting thought, her profession didn't extend to eliminating lycanthropes. Not that it really mattered, it isn't like Quentin was a proper werewolf anyways...the portrait made sure of that. Thinking of the portrait brought a sudden sobering thought to Quentin's mind -- this place is obviously way off the beaten path towards weirdsville. What happens if Tate and Petofi's magic doesn't extend to this island? What day is it again?

For the first time in over a hundred years, Quentin began to dread the full moon. Not knowing exactly when it was due made things all the worse.

"Well, is that a fact?" Quentin quipped to Faith. "So, do the movies do the legend of the werewolf justice, or does he get a bad rap?" More flippancy. Somehow Quentin got the feeling that Faith wasn't buying the act...the look she had given him told him that she suspected something was up. Time to change the subject.

"So anyways... Daniel, will there be room for me on this expedition? Dr. Pierson had also shown an interest in making a trip out to the highlands in search of some herbal remedies, in fact I believe he was preparing medical supplies for such a trip." Quentin gestured over towards the infirmary, where Methos was trying his best to act nonchalant while gathering some basic first aid supplies. So far Dr. House was completely oblivious, too wrapped up in his withdrawal to notice anything else.

Quentin gave the group a large smile. Behind the smile, his mind was racing, hoping that his sudden panic was for naught.

Something about Quentin was off. Her slayer sense was on alert, but not giving her that tingling hunt-and-kill vibe which was probably a good thing for Quentin. His flippancy about werewolves struck a chord with her and made her gaze at him consideringly - and not in a sexual fashion.

(Guess we'll know that jig soon enough when the full moon hits,) Faith thought.

Before she could answer the question, he turned to Daniel asking about the mission.

"That's up to Faith and George. It's their mission now," Daniel said simply.

"What?" George asked.

"Fuck no," Faith said at the same time. For the first time since running into the survivors of Tara's plane crash, Faith felt off center. She held up her hands as if in surrender, or more rather warding off blows. "No fucking way, Daniel. I am not a leader. I'm more of a go find it and fight it, kind. Sorta a private contractor. I don't lead people anywhere, and you don't want anybody followin' me anyway."

Daniel studied her for a long moment, the intense scrutiny in his eyes making Faith feel like she was being dressed down by Giles again. She forced herself to hold his gaze and not fidget, surprised that anyone, other than Angel or Giles, could make her feel the need to squirm. "But you know where the plane is."

(Damn, now I know why you're the Big Man on Campus,) Faith thought.

"Yeah, so?"

"You also have plenty of fighting experience, defensive and offensive?"

"I haven't exactly made that a secret, you know?"

"That makes you the most qualified to lead. And considering how George has business with the deceased, then she's - well, consider her your second-in-command." Daniel replaced his sunglasses, "From the sound of things, it looks like you might already have a team forming up."

Faith blinked at the man then looked around the assembly. "Is he always like this?"

Blaise couldn't help grinning at George and Faith's reactions. Both ready to jump into the fray, but neither wanting to be in charge. They were more alike than they knew. Faith's aggressive gaze met his. "What's so funny, soldier man?"

Blaise's grin just grew broader. "The first rule of leadership--learn to delegate. If someone else can do the job as well or better than you can, let them do it. In this case, that means you and George."

[Faith] Weirder than Sunnyhell? Hell yeah (tag George, Daniel, Locke, open)

[Quentin] Welcome to my life (Tag Faith, George, Daniel, Locke, open)

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[Blaise] Mission Primer (Tag George, Faith, open)