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[salvagedslayer]

[Well there are worse ways to come back from a Mallynappin', but Faith's not in any kinda shape to take note of that. Right now she's busy reeling/stumbling her way on home--or at least, she figures thass the gen'ral direction o' home... all those houses all over there an' such

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[belmontlegacy]

[Simon encounters Faith on one of the roads in Luceti.]

Faith! What happened to you? Are you well?

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[salvagedslayer]

[If by 'encounters' you totally mean 'smashed right into'--wait is that you? Or like, a tree?

...Either way, she stares blearily at Simon, and pats his chest (it takes a second try, silly depth perception) in an attempt to be all reassuring and stuff.]

Think I got lost. Or summin'. Woke up way back there [she waves a hand idly behind her in like, three different directions all at once] an' it's like an acid trip straight to the brain. Do not pass Go, do not pass $200. Totally major.

[she smiles craftily]

Not that I'm big on knowin' how rockin' Lucy can be, but shhhhh thassa sercret. Secret. Yeah. [she nods firmly]

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[belmontlegacy]

[He has no idea what she's talking about. She was delirious. He reaches for her arm to support her.]

Come. I'll help you to the clinic.

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[salvagedslayer]

[Clinic. Cliiiiiinic. Doctors with their white coasts--coats an' stuff.

...Pencils. Wouldn't let her have pencils. Couldn't even write. All day every day stuck in their white white white.]

[firmly] Nuh uh. No way. Not goin' back there again. M'not crazy.

[tugs at his shirt again, all wide eyes unfocused eyes] Don't wanna be locked up 'gain...

[taintedruby]

[...Look oddly. Mostly because that signing doesn't seem very good. See, this here tall dark and dead inside assassin who met her briefly before recalls her being a more capable person than this. He body movements are... all wrong. - For the record is there alcohol involved such that he could smell it? - either way, he sees this and concludes, well.

Well that she's probably hit the tavern too hard. With not much further to do right now he decides to follow her movements for a time, but he's not exactly hiding either, so she might see the guy]

[salvagedslayer]

[Capable or not, our home girl's more'n capable of walking right into a tree so busy is she looking behind her for that presence rather'n the way she's busy stumbling.]

Oof. Hey, I'm so--

[Grabbing it to catch her balance, she switches her attention long enough to frown blearily at it, and then poke it accusingly]

Dude, you're notta person. Don't gotta 'poligize t'you Mister...

[then she goes back to looking fuzzily around for the thing following her. She heap big Slayer over here, and can totally kick your... your... oh, look, human shaped. Well that was all right then. Good start. Not big 'nough to step on her or whatever.

'Cept she's pretty sure there's like three different Jaffars standing there with three different pairs of equally fuzzy creepy dead eyes and she's equally concerned about all of 'em.]

Y'gonna try and eat me?

[Also nope, no smell of alcohol, just a shot of crazy straight to the brain. All the aftereffects, none of the causes.]

[taintedruby]

[...Eat? He pauses for a moment and then shakes his head. The idea of eating a woman's flesh never seemed like a good one to him, whatever Jerme, the person he took his job from, might say to the contrary. Not that he does it for more reasons that much so much as... well, he's not sure.

Either way, she's drunk, but he can't smell anything. Herbs, maybe. Or a serious head injury? Hmm]

[salvagedslayer]

Oh. Well... good. Notta vampire. --Not that you would be, you know with all this [wild hand gesture at the sky] bein' out an'all.

[She pauses, frowning and squints carefully at him]

Hey. I know you or summin'. Right?

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[Jail broke and moody, Buffy is still quite surprised to come across the other Slayer.]

Faith. [She calls the name against the singing, brows furrowing as she stops in the middle of a path.]

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[salvagedslayer]

[Oooh not loud enough to carry over that racket, but Faith does see Buffy in time to keep from crashing right into her, which does have the added side effect of shutting her up. So she stands there kinda wobbly on her feet, and grins crookedly.]

Heya girlfriend. Howzit hangin'?

[Hanging. Heh. Yeah, she could totally do with something not doing that whole swimmin' thing the world's got issue with to hang off of right about now.]

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Mostly? It's hanging in a confused way. Did you just get back?

[salvagedslayer]

[now it's Faith's turn to look confused, and she shrugs, staring determinedly at Buffy as if she's not really seeing three of her at the same time]

Dunno. Woke up somewhere back there [vague hand gesture] with the whole world doin' this whole Under the Sea rendiction... redict... thing.

...'ve I been gone?