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[more_ofadoer]

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

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[violetandvelvet]

Betsy headed into the kitchen to find a few more supplies; water bottles, any sort of first aid kits if such a thing existed here in the cabins, then paused as she spied the two already in residence.

And, from the scent in the air, she doubted that was coffee the man was drinking. But her first reflexive brush with his psyche revealed he wasn't even human, therefore it wasn't that much of a surprise.

Psylocke had encountered a few vampires before, granted, but they'd been on the "other side". Here, however, there was only one side, and they all needed to survive. But she nodded cordially, dark blue eyes taking in the girl's many bruises and contusions.

"Are you in need of a healer, dear?" she asked the girl, but the telepath gave the vampire a knowing glance.

[still_brooding]

Angel was jumping in because he knew Faith. She'd brush off her injuries and posture like she was on top of the world. He was fairly aware from the glance that the girl knew he wasn't human but then that wasn't much of a stretch when he'd admitted to being over 250 years old in the meeting.

"Yes. Her back is torn up. She could use someone to help her." The look he gave Faith was his stern 'just do it' look. He wasn't entirely sure Faith would listen to him but it couldn't hurt. He was one of the few people she would listen to.

As for Angel, he was literally healing before their eyes. Wounds were closing up, his throat was healing and by the time he finished this mug of blood, nothing would hurt. He'd be superman. Or at least he'd feel like him.

[hellbeneathyou]

Having followed the scent of blood, Spike walked in frowning, before spotting Angel along side a healer and a young woman. Putting two and two together, he smirked cheekily before walking slowly up to Angel, tilting his head and grinning.

My oh my, what a terribly bad puppy. You know Angel, it would have been polite to share.

[still_brooding]

Angel glared in response to Spike's presence. He took a slow deliberate sip of blood, taunting the younger vampire.

"The lady didn't offer to feed you."

[hellbeneathyou]

Smile fading slightly as he watched Angel drink, Spike then forced his grin to re-appear. Then, opening his mouth in pretend shock, he gasped before replying.

"Oh that's right, isn't it!"
Frowning in disappointment and shaking his head in shame, Spike leaned back wards with his hands in his pockets, looking to the ceiling.

"Looks like I'll have to find my own food. But you know me, I might not be as polite as you."

is all in one okay, guys?

[more_ofadoer]

Faith had scowled at Angel, but relented. She couldn't just ignore the fact that she wasn't healing as well and therefore wasn't dealing with the damage as well as she should.

"Could use some stitching, I guess. That mojo shit really work?" She'd seen it work, but still somehow she doubted the effectiveness. She couldn't help but blame it on her seeming deformity in this place, this new found negativity she possessed.

At Spike's arrival, Faith stared, wide eyed and then broke into a happy grin. She'd come to like the vamp after their rocky intro and buddy chat in his basement-slash-crypt, and the fact that he wasn't hell-dust actually gave her something to happy over. "Holy fuck. Spike, you're looking not-dusty!"

Okay With Me~

[hellbeneathyou]

Turning from Angel and tilting his head to get a good view of Faith, he screwed up his face a little, trying to figure out if he was supposed to know her.

"Do I know you, love? And.. Dust?"

[more_ofadoer]

Her own head tilted for a moment before she remembered how Acairnia worked. Once the realization did hit her she nodded once and shrugged.

"Guess not so much. Name's Faith and uhh, for you we won't meet for I'm not sure how long," she replied, looking to Angel to see if he knew the deal here. Their couple-like bickering was kind of amusing and probably meant they were pretty familiar.

[still_brooding]

Angel had an idea that Spike had been from an earlier point than he and Faith because of the way he acted and the things he said but he hadn't been certain. The couple-like bickering was more from a century together than current actual knowledge.

"I'm not sure from how long," Angel told Faith. He looked to Spike. "I'd say...three years or so." He wasn't going to tell Spike that Faith was a slayer. It'd be funny to see the look on his face when he figured that one out himself.