[ visual | location: taxon's streets ] like irish mortar mother's pride is what we taught her

[thesecondslayer]

The tablet turns on abruptly, as Faith tosses her bag down with a thump on the pavement. The odd angle means she's only visible up to about the chest, but anyone who's met her won't be able to mistake that leather on leather taste in clothing, or the smoker's rasp to her voice as she laughs

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[ visual ] ASK AND YE SHALL RECEIVE

[whoneedsrules]

So many people to troll, so little time. The tablet feed is streaming violence 24 hours a day, now; finally a little excitement. Katherine is choosing to stay away from the limb-ripping and bloodletting (at least for now), but that doesn't mean she doesn't appreciate a well executed bloodbath. And this bombshell in leather certainly knows how to put on a show.

"Well, finally. Someone who isn't screaming bloody murder but delivering it," she all but purrs.

[ visual ] O SUP KATHERINE

[thesecondslayer]

That tone of voice never leads to anything good, but unless a group of vamps starts an all you can eat buffet and broadcasts it live, Faith's a little too busy-- and all right, whatever, having too much fun-- to worry about whatever's going down behind the other end of the tablet. So she just shrugs a little, grinning, and wipes at a smear of blood on her cheek.

"What can I say? Best week since I got here."

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[whoneedsrules]

Indeed it doesn't, but right now, Katherine is content to just watch and learn.

"I can see that," she smirks, her eyes flickering quickly over the blood stains decorating Faith's features so agreeably. "It looks like this isn't your first time in the saddle, so to say."

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[thesecondslayer]

"I got plenty of on the job training." Her smile goes briefly feral before settling back into something more human. "Why, you looking for an escort or something?"

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[whoneedsrules]

That tiny glimpse is enough to catch Katherine's eye, her head cocking slightly being the only outward sign of her interest. She's quick to conjure up a breezy smile of her own.

"No, no," she assures lightly, "I'm simply an outsider looking in, appreciating a job well done. But I'll be sure to keep you in mind."

Which is a promise that may not be fully innocent.

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[thesecondslayer]

Faith knows prey, and she knows predator. She's been both. (Is both, but that's between her and her god.) This chick? This chick is a predator.

...Which means under good guy rules, she's gotta actually prolong this shit and try and assess threat level or some bullshit. "You got a name?" Good guy learning curve, then.

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[whoneedsrules]

"Doesn't everyone?" she teases just a bit, the genial smile still on her lips. After a second, she inclines her head slightly as if in greeting - or as if deciding to indulge the other woman. "Kathy."

Seems appropriate, somehow. Kathy is the gutsy girl who once walked into a bar full of werewolves (escorted by one, no less) and smiled in their faces, making sure they knew exactly who was on the top of the food chain.

"And you?"