open / incomplete
Who: still_brooding, more_ofadoer, violetandvelvet, hellbeneathyou, anyone else is welcome to stumble in on them - any creatures that can smell fresh blood are also welcome to poke in.
When: after this & this, at the beginning of the epic battle!
Where: Kitchen in Cabin N
Rating: R - blood & cussing
Summary: Faith needs Angel back on his game. Angel needs good blood for that, and Faith is pretty much a Red Bull on tap.
The tension cut once the measuring sticks had been put away and the testosterone swaggered out to go head to head with Cerberus. Faith wasn't much for strategy but she did know something big like that? Taking it head on was pretty much crazy. She also knew she'd need to trick Angel to get put back together so he could help the others out. Taking a knife to her wrist, Faith let her blood drizzle into the large coffee cup on the counter before her. She expected him to fight and she expected herself to win this particular argument.
Once the mug was filled to the brim, she moved to the other side of the kitchen, where Angel was still slumped in one of the chairs and pushed it into his hands with a hard look. There was no way he was getting out of this and if he tried, she was going to make sure his other leg was useless too.
"Drink. It's already drained, so don't be a waster or whatever." Faith paused before adding: "And I'm fine, my back barely even stings anymore." It was only kind of a lie. They still stung like a bitch but it was a tolerable pain.
When: after this & this, at the beginning of the epic battle!
Where: Kitchen in Cabin N
Rating: R - blood & cussing
Summary: Faith needs Angel back on his game. Angel needs good blood for that, and Faith is pretty much a Red Bull on tap.
The tension cut once the measuring sticks had been put away and the testosterone swaggered out to go head to head with Cerberus. Faith wasn't much for strategy but she did know something big like that? Taking it head on was pretty much crazy. She also knew she'd need to trick Angel to get put back together so he could help the others out. Taking a knife to her wrist, Faith let her blood drizzle into the large coffee cup on the counter before her. She expected him to fight and she expected herself to win this particular argument.
Once the mug was filled to the brim, she moved to the other side of the kitchen, where Angel was still slumped in one of the chairs and pushed it into his hands with a hard look. There was no way he was getting out of this and if he tried, she was going to make sure his other leg was useless too.
"Drink. It's already drained, so don't be a waster or whatever." Faith paused before adding: "And I'm fine, my back barely even stings anymore." It was only kind of a lie. They still stung like a bitch but it was a tolerable pain.