open | one of those nights that started off so damn good.

[saget]

[ there's a tiny, five foot tall redhead (vibrant redhead) creeping down the corridors of the ship tonight. she's not exactly sneaky, and she's armed with a stake. that's right, a wooden stake that's clasped tightly in her right hand, looking more the picture of sheer nervousness than the lethal threat she has the very real potential to be. ]

Please be vampire weirdness, please be vampire weirdness. [ one might hear her chanting under her breath in the most hopeful voice she can muster through her fear and uncertainty.

careful, though! she may scream, run, or lunge if approached suddenly... or approached in general. possibly d) all of the above. ]

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[slutbomb]

[ faiths' reactions are sharper than usual if only because prison yields all the fun attempts on her life. they're also a little fiercer because making a point on one chick means making one to the rest of the gaggle, usually.

also she knows nothing of the whole shared power deal, so when she counters lottie's attack, it's with force enough to match the girl's, and she aims to pin her to a wall. ]

OK so my manners might be crap, but you were definitely asking for this. Ten seconds: why shouldn't I break your wrist?

[saget]

[ holy shit, this woman was fast! quicker than the slayer who yanked her off the sidelines after contest three weeks after that episode of america's funniest home videos aired. shelley knew what she was doing, but this slayer is clearly a 1st part to shelley's 2nd. wow. ...and ow.

adrenaline pumping, lottie manages to twist and shove and duck, wrenching herself free of the other women's grasp. the stake fell out of her hands somewhere during that, but that's okay. she's got this. (no, she doesn't.) the fighting stance she gets in is good, but that's all it is: a stance. she didn't get very far in her white belt intro stuff before karate had to go. ]

Why shouldn't I break yours? [ lottie, shut up. just scream and run, you're good at that. ]

[slutbomb]

Don't poke the bear, that's why.

[ buuuut this does make faith take pause. she's used to not needing much skill, and barely much power, either. ]

The hell are you, anyway?

[saget]

I'm Charlotte, the Vampire Slayer.

[ well, one of... a lot. she's not sure how many, but shelley made a point to stress that although there were originally two (supposed to be one... she hadn't explained how they got two for the price of one), but now slayers were everywhere. she was but one girl of many, many others. ]

Who the hell are you?

[slutbomb]

[ she pushes the urge to rub her twisted wrist away. now that she's taking a moment, she's realizing just how good a grip she let this girl get on her. or rather, how instinctual charlotte has behaved. how she definitely got one up on faith. ]

Faith.

[ a vampire slayer. and faith's impulsive but she's not dumb. ]

This some kind of weird parallel dimension thing? [ to herself, but certainly loud enough to hear, faith comments: ] Did I die...?

[saget]

[ faith. faith... why does that sound so familiar??? ]

I dunno. Do I look like the Grim Reaper to you?

[ cut the sass with one of the original two, charlotte. ]