23 - video; B is gone, but the &*^%$ is back.

[hungryanhorny]

[A little after Dean's video, Faith appears on screen. She's behind the bar, same as last time, though there's no alcohol in sight. She has a smile on her face, as she twirls a pewter mug on the tip of her finger.] So B left the building, huh? Bet Dean's pretty happy with the little souvenir I ordered up from the Admiral, too. Should have some nice picks of blondie in there. Something for the whole fan club to fawn over.

But hey - guess that's one less nag I've got to worry about for Christmas Not exactly like she would have enjoyed her gifts anyway, right? Nothing's enough for the Slayer

Which is - wait - my title now, huh? I mean, what with miss perfect gone, and I'm the only Slayer left.  Anyone up for a spar? Sunnydale's strongest, right here.

[She tosses the mug up, and catches it. The pewter cracks in her hand, splinters digging.]

Shit.

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[surfaceshine]

[Dick's order comes at the same time as Dean's lip curls back in preparation to sneer at Faith about listening to her inmate; if he's aware of the irony of accusing her of needing someone responsible to tell her what to do, well, he's not acknowledging it just now. He bites it back, but only just.

The hunter is no calmer, but the adrenaline has peaked and he's beginning to feel the pain in his arm now, behind and around the pulse of his heart in his ears and the heat of his anger making his skin feel flushed. Fantastic. Just great. Yeah, she'd be real proud right now.

With a disgusted noise in the back of his throat, he deliberately turns his back on the two he'd just been fighting with and moves out of the way against a wall.]

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[hungryanhorny]

[She probably would have gone on. But Dick's words make her tense. Her expression seems to hesitate, before shifting into a deeper scowl. There's something in her eyes, now, something fragile and close to breaking. He should recognize this look - it's like when her inmate left, though now far worse.]

So what? You saying B just left? Just like that? [Her voice sounds like it's breaking.] I know blondie's not fond of goodbyes, but...

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[batmanschmatman]

[Dick does recognize the expression, and he tries to soften his voice a little. He knows she cared about her, and as mad as he is at her, he's really not looking for a fight or to rub salt in a wound.]

I'm saying the Admiral didn't kick her out, she vanished. It happens all the time. People end up going home without wanting to, and the Admiral's not the one sending them there. You can ask him yourself.

[ Spam ] Go ahead and skip Deano, too, for the duration. He's just going to stand by.

[surfaceshine]

[Dean, having no such concerns and caring not even a little just this moment, snorts from where he's moved aside; the reminder that he'd known this was coming, even if she hadn't actually said as much, is enough to renew his irritation but not enough to make him say anything.

Not right now.]

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[hungryanhorny]

So who? [She takes half a step forward - aggressive, with no where to aim it.] 'Cause last I checked, the Admiral was the one flying this thing.

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[batmanschmatman]

[Dick still doesn't react, or budge, or rise to the aggression. He just repeats what he's already said.]

And he says he doesn't know why they disappear. You can ask him yourself.

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[hungryanhorny]

Then somebody else is. [She moves, then - toward the door. She'll go to the CTS if Bruce cares to direct her that way. She could use it.

Mostly, though, she just needs to get out.]