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20 - video; Among the living (backdated to the 20th)

[Faith leans against a wall, breathing heavily. The place has a few holes in it, some of them actually put there by her. Some of them possibly not real. She doesn't even know anymore.]

This place is starting to give me the creeps. Any of you dogs still among the livings?

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[Friend Filter - a little later: namely Steph, Dracula, Wanda, Angel, and Buffy

Her face is covered in blood; there's a knife in her hands. She's not entirely sure how it got there.]

Take me out. Now.

Shit.

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[ Well crap. And also deja vu. She doesn't like the idea of anyone actually agreeing to this request, and she certainly doesn't like the idea of Faith deciding she's on her own and doing it herself.

Like she didn't have enough on her mind (literally and figuratively) already. ]

Okay. Where are you?

Like I know? [Hold on a sec. She'll list a room number in half a second. 205?]

Might wanna be careful.

I'm always careful. [ Yeah right. Anyway she's headed in that way now. She's already had to tie Doyle to a chair. ]

[Faith's just pacing. If she has a black out...]

[ She's there in a matter of minutes. She's got a bit of experience with the place now with all the wandering around she's been doing, and any chance to take her mind off of her own problems is welcome. Horrible though it is to think that about a friend wanting to die... ]

Faith?

Don't wear it out. [She makes a faint noise, a grunt of pain. She's got a few bruises and lacerations, mostly from punching holes in wood.]

What happened?

[ She heads straight over to her friend, closely examining her injuries. ]

[She shrugs as if it's nothing, not bothering to hide the flash of disgust.] Can't remember.

Can't remember, or don't want to? [ Mostly a rhetorical question. She thinks she knows the answer. ]

Faith, you asked me to kill you. What the hell is going on?

You implying it's a choice?

[She hesitates, not quite wanting to share. Knowing she needs to.] I'm losing control, BG. I'm slipping. And you don't want to see what's gonna come out.

Whatever it is, it can't be as bad as what came out of Kon when he lost it.

You sure about that? [There's a wild look in her eyes. Something dangerous. Something that just wants to slash out and cause pain.]

Whatever ghosts you're keeping, I can handle them.

[ The only thing in Steph's eyes is a stubborn promise. She is not going to kill anyone, and she isn't going to let someone else do it either. ]

I don't wanna hurt you. [She feels like a scared animal.]

I wouldn't hold it against you if I did. I've taken more than you can dish out with just your fists.

You ever take a slayer's punches?

I've taken a power drill. I'm not afraid of broken bones.

How about broken everything? I can't control myself, Steph. I'm dangerous.

If you kill me I'll just come back. [ She shrugs, like it's nothing. ] I'm not killing you and I'm not leaving you here alone to kill yourself. If I say I can handle it you just have to trust me.

"You don't know what you're saying."

Do I look like I don't know what I'm saying? Bring it on, Faith.

I'm a murderer, Steph. I'm not adding you to the list.

I've dealt with murderers, Faith. You aren't one. If you kill me it's an accident, nothing more.

...Used to be. I don't need another bad choice on me...

An accident isn't a choice. People make mistakes sometimes. That's okay.

Not with you.

I'll help look. But if you're lookin' to die, no fucking can do. Just expect to wake up in your bed on the Barge. [She cracks her knuckles and sets out.]

Not worried.

I need to get out of here.

Okay. Okay. I don't know who's closest, but I'll come help as quick as I can. You just hang in there. This thing can't beat you if you don't give in.

Yeah. Just everyone else.

You're not that person, Faith. Nobody can make you be. Just hold steady and don't do anything. Where are you?

Be surprised what sorta person I am, red.

[She lists a number.]

I used to throw buildings at people. I'm not in any position to judge.

I'll be there as fast as I can.

Just hurry.

[Wanda runs down the hall to the main stairwell, and recklessly leaps over the edge. Blue light flares. She manages not to hit the floor like an egg, instead slowing rapidly as she reaches it. She looks around, sees Faith, and runs over.]

Okay. Okay. I'm here.

[She's leaning against a wall. Not responding.]

[Wanda stays out of arm's reach, but waves a hand in front of Faith's face.] Hey. Can you still hear me?

[She nods, faintly.]

[Wanda stays with her for a bit, not talking, making sure she's conscious enough to actually listen before she tries anything.]

[Faith doesn't say a thing. She doesn't wanna talk.]

[Wanda notices this. The only thing she can think of is to offer a tool--some of the Vulcan meditation practices she's been into for months now.]

Your thoughts are a turbulent ocean. Visualize yourself floating above them. Detached....

...That supposed to help?

Just breathe deep and listen. This thing is manipulating your emotions with illusions. To get back control you have to work on controlling your emotions. I learned this shit from Vulcans, okay? Give it a chance.

[Vulcans... vulcanologist... her eyes widen in seeming panic.]

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