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[thesecondslayer]

[ here's the thing about faith. slayers eat a lot in general, and between prison and growing up without much food faith is the worst of the lot. and while the junk food the hatches are sending out is great for most of the day, she starts needing something meatier. literally. usually she'd just hatch herself a burger, but anything not chips and crap

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[deniedthesight]

[ angela herself is in a white, knee-length nightie, looking pretty annoyed at the fact that she can't seem to hatch herself a change of clothing, or at least something to cover up with. ]

I'm good for the first thing and passable with the second. You might be better off with the help of someone whose meals consist of more than granola bars, instant soup, and coffee, though.

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[thesecondslayer]

You sure, Tex? I know you're good with a gun, but I'm packing a little extra. [ says the woman who looks like she weighs a buck twenty soaking wet. ] And I think I got the food covered, yeah.

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[deniedthesight]

I'm trained in three forms of martial arts. If nothing else, it'll keep me from getting rusty. [ also: psychic. she'll be able to sense it if she's in any real danger. ] Let me know if there's any leftovers?

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[thesecondslayer]

...Not bad. [ this is why she likes you, angela. ] You got it.

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[deniedthesight]

LA gets pretty rough, they wanted us ready for anything. [ she grins. ] What do you know?

[ she means fighting styles. she saw the way she tore those zombies apart, but it didn't look like any form of fighting she was familiar with. ]

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[thesecondslayer]

I hear that. Got some history there, myself. [ oh boy, does she. ] What, like styles? Not really a style girl. More of a 'kick 'em a lot, try not to die' thing.