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[_wes_pryce_]

I was slightly worried about Faith contacting this Mclay girl. It wasn't that I didn't trust her to be subtle about it and... I'm a liar. That's exactly it. I didn't trust her in that aspect. Because if there was something Faith didn't have it was subtlety. And finesse. And how to handle the more shy people of humanity. Quite frankly, I think at

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[_wes_pryce_]

"What?" I gave Faith an annoyed look and frowned. "Just because you used to live here doesn't mean you can just barge in here unannounced," I pointed out. "I mean, what if I'd had company?" What? It could happen, I mean, I do meet people other then Faith. Alright, not many. But...it could happen. And then she'd... It would never happen.

Rolling my eyes, I shook my head and turned to the girl who followed her into the house. "I see Faith pulled out *all* her finesse and charm," I smiled at Tara and held my hand out. "Hello Miss McLay, it's very nice to meet you. I'm very sorry for anything you may have had to endure while talking to Faith. I'm sure she confused you somewhat." After we shook hands, I reached up to push up my glasses.

Shooting an amused glance toward Faith as she came back with the cola I motioned toward the sofa. "Do please sit down. I've just made some tea. Would you like some before we explain what kind of help we require? Or would you like a soda?" Seems all Americans want soda, especially Faith. Which is why I keep the stuff here.

[wickedslayer]

I almost snorted when Wes asked what would happen if he'd had company. I'd lived here for a wicked long time and Wes never had company. Could see his point though, what if he was in here tryin' to put the moves on some chick. The thought made me wanna laugh even harder. Wes with a chick? Alright, so to be fair Wesley was a cool guy once you got past the British part and he was pretty hot as far as that went. Eww....what was I sayin'? Right. When it came to dating, Wes was just mostly funny.

Walking back into the living room I handed Tara a can of Coke without a word before plopping down on the couch nearby with my own soda in hand.

"So I told Tara that you could probably fill her in on all this magick stuff, since I pretty much know jack about it. Other than it's wicked annoying." Curling up one hand into a fist in slight annoyance I took another sip out of my soda. Couldn't wait til the Immortal was nothin' but dust in the wind, and I could dance in his ashes. Sounded like a fun time, yeah? I thought so.

[sexytarawitch]

"T-tara...please." I smiles softly and shook his hands, I shifted uncomfortably and sat when Mr. Wesley offered it to me. "T-thank you."

I couldn't help but smile slightly when he offered me tea. "Tea would be ni-." I stopped mid speech when Faith handed me a can of Coke. Biting my lip I smiled and nodded. "Coke is f-fine..." I listened as Faith talked to Mr. Wesley about what she told me, which wasn't much. I had a feeling that I could get a bit clearer on what I was needed for from Mr. Wesley.

"A-all I know is that y-you know that I'm a w-witch." I swallowed hard and tucked my hair behind my ear before putting the Coke on a coaster on the coffee table. "I-I don't know how you know that...I'm really not clear on h-how or what I can do for you S-sir..." I shrugged slightly. "I don't do big magick." Not since my mother died or that time in the cafeteria when Willow and I were chased. "I-I'm very out of practice and...I don't want to make things w-worse..." I sighed and looked down at my hands, fidgeting nervously with the edge of my skirt. Honestly unsure why I was here or what help they would need of me. But I told Faith that I would at least talk to Mr. Wesley and see what needed to be done and maybe I could help. I wasn't sure I could though.

[_wes_pryce_]

I just nodded at whatever it was Faith was saying. I could tell she was getting restless again. Which was never a good thing. This Immortal had been getting on her nerves for weeks now and he was starting to get under her skin. The sooner we'd gotten rid of the fellow the better. Besides, he was pure evil anyway.

"Ah, oh well." Clearing my throat and took off my glasses. Pulling my handkerchief out of my pocket I started to polish them as I turned to look back at Tara. "The uh, Council informed me. I believe they were informed of your talent by Mister Giles, the watcher to the other Slayer. In Sunnydale." I shrugged, as though that would explain everything. Which to her it probably did.

"You're a very talented young lady, Miss Mc-Tara. Your help would be a great asset. I've the spells all ready here, but I'm nor nearly as talented or powerful enough to pull them off." And I think she really wanted tea and not cola. "Are you certain you don't want any tea?" I gestured to the teapot, ready to take out a second cup. I sigh at Faith's twitchy look and shake my head. I know one little Slayer who's going to be out of here very fast after our talk.

[wickedslayer]

Propping my elbow up on the arm of the couch, I began to lazily swing my leg back and forth as Wesley and Tara made with the sweet little talking thing. This was boring, I hoped it wouldn't take 'em long to get the magick crap worked out. Couldn't wait to go out and put the hurt on the Immortal. For serious, it was gonna be a good fuckin' day when that dude was dead.

Couldn't help but roll my eyes when Wes brought up the infamous Buffy. Nobody could ever forget about the real deal slayer over in Sunnydale. And if she was so good how come she died? Ya know? I was here for a reason, and it was cause Buffy couldn't hack it. What the hell kinda name was Buffy anyway? Vamps must be pissin' themselves in fear when they heard that name. Only not. But I was mostly surprised that Tara knew Buffy. She'd actually hung out with the other slayer. Huh. Wondered if I could ask her about Buffy without bein' wicked obvious about it. Maybe later.

"Yo, Tara's the real deal." I said absently as I began to pick at a few strands of material on the end of the couch outta boredom. Extreme boredom. "Some vamp got one up on me in on campus and poof! Suddenly there's a giant ball of sunlight and then dust in the wind. Nice little light show." I winked at Tara, tryin' to put her a little more at ease.

See! I got finesse!

[magick_goddess]

I glanced at Mr. Wesley and I couldn't help but crack a small smile. He cleaned his glasses like Mr. Giles did, even more so then him. I noticed that Mr. Giles did it when Buffy was mentioned doing something outlandish or something he didn't approve of. Watching Faith and her watcher wasn't much different then the duo in Sunnydale.

Oh, so Mr. Giles told some Council who knew about me. I wonder if they knew about... No, I'm not going to think about that, nobody knows me here so I'm able to hide it. I'll help Faith and that will be done with it, nobody will find out. At least I hoped not.

He offered tea again and I nodded. "Y-yes please." I didn't drink Cola when I was nervous, plus this was something big and important, I didn't want to seem immature or anything. Secretly it's been so long since I've had real tea, I don't doubt Mr. Wesley has that.

I blushed profusely when Faith mentioned my ball of sunshine that I used against the vampire. I don't normally do things like that, only if I think it's necessary and after living in Sunnydale - even if it was only a month - I know it's better to carry something, just in case.

"I-it wasn't um anything really." I tucked my hair behind my ear and looked down when Faith winked at me, my cheeks flaming even redder.

[_wes_pryce_]

At Faith's words I blinked at Tara. A look that turned from stunned to rather impressed in a short moment. What a very original way to get rid of a vampire. I doubt Faith would go for that though, even if that would make me worry a little less. She really liked the hand to hand combat. Craves for it as a Slayer of course. Still, I worry at times.

"Please leave this sofa in one piece, Faith. I'm getting tired of having to get a new one every month," I muttered absentmindedly. Automatically, I reached out to slap away her hand to prevent her from making yet another hole in the sofa. There were a little to many of those so called 'boredom and edgy' holes.

And hah, I knew it. Tara would much rather have tea. She seems like a very nice and polite young girl. And she likes tea, what more could one want. I really do hope she can become friends with Faith. My Slayer could do with some friends who know the truth, can help her out *and* have a good influence. And when one drinks tea, one cannot have a *bad* influence. Right?

Pouring her some tea, I sit down on the chair across from them and pick up my own cup. "You really shouldn't think that, Tara," I said gently. "It sounds like a rather impressive feat to me." Sipping my tea, I let the hot liquid settle in my stomach for a moment. "Faith? Why don't you tell us more about how the Immortal fights. Perhaps we can pinpoint a weak moment, which would be the best time for Tara to use the spell to weaken him."

[prodigal_slayer]

I frowned at Wesley when he slapped my hand away from the couch. He better appreciate the fact that he was the only person that ever got away with smackin' me and not gettin' a facefull of slayer fist in return. Annoyed and still wicked bored, I crossed my arms over my chest and leaned back on the couch. Tea blah, magick blah, next would be books and that was an even bigger blah. Couldn't they just let me go home?

Perked up instantly when they asked me about the Immortal's fighting style though. Yes, now we were gettin' to the heart of the matter. You know, the one I cared about. Knockin' that bitch down a peg or two...or ya know, until he was dead.

"He's got some killer moves, and he's pretty fast. Nothin' I can't handle though. I'm faster, more flexible he's just wicked strong." So NOT stronger than me though....well, maybe a little. But I could handle it. I knew I could take him down if I could just get around his fucking magick tricks.

"Came real close to takin' his ass out a couple weeks ago. We were over by the common, you know that bigass cemetary? Think he had a bad night or something cause I had him on the ground, totally wiped out and then poof...just like that he was gone. Magick." Shaking my head, I was gettin' annoyed just thinkin' about it. "If he hadn't a poofed, his head woulda rolled for sure."

[magick_goddess]

I thankfully took the teacup from Mr. Wesley and smiled. "T-thank you Sir." Sipping the tea I smiled. Yes, we had a few things in common besides him knowing who I was and what I could do for him. I felt myself start to relax a little bit.

My cheeks flared even redder when he complimented me on my spell. "I-it w-was just a um t-tinkerbelle light..." I murmured shifting and sipping my tea. I sighed slightly and shifted again in my seat, setting the cup down and crossing my legs, looking back and forth from Faith to Mr. Wesley as Faith talked about her last fight with The Immortal.

As she talked a few things came to mind about possible ways to stop him. I kept quiet as she talked, my mind flipping through spells I knew off hand as well as books referencing other's that could help. Some relied on power and mental stability. Looking at Faith I didn't think she had what it took to handle such a spell. There were other spells that could be possible. Maybe one to boost her strength or her speed. There were a few books I knew Mr. Giles had but I'm sure Mr. Wesley did as well. I think our only problem would be getting some of the ingredients.

Well, let's hope that's the only problem. I didn't like the fact that this all rested on my shoulders. I don't deal well under pressure. This? All this magick and spells? This was pressure.

[_wes_pryce_]

I listened to my Slayer talk with a small frown on my face. I'm well aware of what she is. One cannot get the upbringing I've had and not know. However, unlike most Watcher, with the possible exception of Mister Giles, I did no see her as a weapon. To me she was a human, a person, a girl. And it worried me that she had to go out every night and fight the evil in the world. Well, Boston, but it's a start.

And no matter now flippant she talked about her fight with this Immortal chap, I could tell she was worried. Hell, I knew she was, otherwise she'd have never agreed to fetch this Tara girl, who was currently in my living room. Faith, if anything, was very instant about not wanting any help. Which used to amuse me, since she reminded me of a three year old. 'I can do it myself!' attitude. Not anymore though, after working with her for so long, I no longer thought that way. She was just Faith.

After she told her tale, I gave Tara an expecting and encouraging look. This girl was very shy and she underestimated herself. She was perhaps in need of some guidance to lead the power inside her and show her what she was worth. Or perhaps she just needed a friend. Like Faith needed a friend. Funny how some things work.

A small smile tugged at the corners of my mouth when I saw a certain expression slide over her face. She was thinking. Deeply. No doubt going over several spells in her mind already, conjuring up titles of books and such. "Well Tara?" I said, smiling at her. "What do you think? Research? Any spells you've thought about?" Always included the expert, which would be Tara in this case, those were good goals.

[wickedslayer]

With a shrug I stood up and headed into the kitchen. Back to the boring stuff I guessed. Spells, books, blabbity blah. Don't get me wrong, I was glad for the kinda help that Wesley and Tara could provide. It just wasn't what I was good at. Show me something heavy, and I could lift it. Show me a weapon and I was down for bustin' heads but books and magick? No thanks.

"You still got those cookies you always used to buy?" I asked Wesley idly as I walked past him. Didn't even wait for an answer, just marched straight into the kitchen and started idly goin' through whatever he had in his cabinets. Damn, things had gone downhill in this kitchen since I moved out. Not that it was a surprise or anything. But sometimes I'd swing by and see some Hot Pockets in the freezer or something. Knew Wes wouldn't touch the things and he got 'em just for me. The little things in life made me happy, ya know?

Finally I found the cookies and brought them back into the living room. Sittin' down on the couch I started aimlessly munching on them as dark eyes trailed over to Tara.

Well.....?

[sexytarawitch]

Faith looked restless and got up, heading towards the kitchen. Nervously I bit my lip when I felt Mr. Wesley looking at me with hopeful eyes. I didn't know if I could handle that right now. They're putting too much pressure and faith on me. I don't have what it takes to do what they want me too. But I can try, I can at least give them that.

Taking a deep breath I fidgeted a bit more and looked at Mr. Wesley. "W-well I ha-had a few ideas...I'd really need to look at the text to know f-for sure." I nervously bit my lip and sighed. "We c-could have um, well..." I shook my head. "It would take balance and meditation..." I glanced over at Faith and realized that wasn't going to work. "T-there's always taking away his magick, I t-think that might b-be the best thing to do."

Shifting a bit I looked over at Mr. Wesley. "I-I would need some books...and w-we'd have to um get him some where. Where w-we needed him...m-maybe like um make a barrier, ward off magick..." I shifted again and looked down. They weren't very good ideas.

[_wes_pryce_]

"Oh right, the text," I said, shaking my head at myself. That would indeed be bloody useful. Cursing myself, I got up to retrieve it while I listened to the rest of Tara's idea's. I had to give it to the girl, she was very observant as well. She took one look at Faith munching my cookies on the sofa and knew that balance and meditation were right out the window. Balance perhaps, but my slayer didn't have the patience for meditation.

Not that I hadn't tried.

Getting the text I walked back to the sofa and put it on the table in front of her. Taking away the fellow's magic? That might work, but did Tara have enough power to do that? We'd need to distract him with a barrier of course and then let her do the work. Stripping him temporarily of his magic long enough for Faith to take him out. And if the council were to believe, Tara did have that kind of powers.

I was still somewhat skeptical on that, but I wasn't going to tell her that. Nor show it. The girl seemed insecure enough. All she needed was a little confidence boost and this job might do just that trick.

"That sounds like a good plan. We'd have to look for the right spell and ingredients of course to make it work on this Immortal. But if we can strip his magic long enough, and throw him off guard with that, it shouldn't be much of a problem for Faith to take him out." Giving her a smile, I gestured to the text to she could have a look at it.

"Did you just eat all my cookies, Faith?" I asked apropos, raising an eyebrow at her.

[prodigal_slayer]

"Huh?" I instantly perked up when I heard the tone of voice that Wes reserved only for when he was annoyed at me. Which to be fair? Was alot of the time. You'd think I was annoying for something.

I hadn't been payin' attention because books and magick and yeah, I was wicked bored. Besides my mind kept wandering to the test I had to take first thing in the morning. Really I wouldn't care about flunking out other than flunking out meant movin' back in here with Wes. And I knew neither one of us were lookin' forward to that shit. You'd think the slayer gig would at least be a paid one, but nope. Cheap council bastards. At least they paid their watchers. Which pretty much meant that I came over here and helped myself to whatever was in the fridge whenever I wanted to. Which was usually daily.

"Oh...yeah." With a shrug I stood up and threw the empty box of cookies in the garbage can before settling back down on the couch again. Curiously I looked over Tara's shoulder at what she was reading. Was that even in English? Wes shot me an annoyed glare so I shrugged and leaned back on the couch again. Well damn, so much for tryin' to pretend to be interested.