002: [Location: prowling in the southeast section of the city]

[loveme_fearme]

Faith'd found her bike, complete with some belongings in the hatch amounting to some makeup and stakes. Which - what more did a slayer need? Now she was jonesing for a fight, something to do to get her mind off of being cooped up again. It did not, in fact, help that there were no prison guards or bars, thanks a bunch

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[sirachi]

"Planning what, exactly?" Siri asked, stepping out of the shadows after hearing the strange girl's musing.

In the Force, she could feel the girl's anxiety - over what? She didn't know. There were ways to tell, of course, but Siri was not a one to invade another's mind solely based on her own sense of curiosity or for any reason, for that matter. She didn't believe Jedi were gifted with such talents to use them in such a way.

She'd been watching this corner for a while, hidden in the shadows and blanketed by the Force. Siri was a master of stealth, thanks to her years of undercover work on top of the training she'd received from Master Adi years ago. No one would have found her unless she wanted to be found - or stepped out into the fray as she had just done now.

[loveme_fearme]

"Oh, you know," Faith had whirled around at the question, straightening up to take in her could-be opponent. "How to throw the sickest baby shower on a limited budget."

The quip rolled off her tongue, made her feel a lot better about this entire situation. Siri's demeanor prompted Faith to drop her stake to the side, but a second glance gave her the feeling that this woman could take care of herself regardless.

"You aren't another slayer from the future are you?" Faith was pretty sure she could only deal with the one, thank you.

[sirachi]

Sickest baby shower on a limited budget? What...sort of euphemism was that supposed to be? The sarcasm, Siri understood, but the phrasing was one that went over her head; in one ear and out the other. She seemed to be alone her in the fact that this Earth that everyone spoke of was a complete mystery to her - as were the catch phrases and quirks that came with it's culture.

"Slayer?" She echoed. "I'm afraid not. I'm not sure what that is, but I'm a Jedi Knight."

[loveme_fearme]

"A knight, sure. Minus the shiny armor and horse, you fit the part," she grinned at her own quip, unfazed by the lack of affect it had on her new acquaintance.

Unfazed but not ignorant, she started to stroll to one side in an effort to circle the woman and try to see what she had in store. Faith figured talking at this point was probably a good idea, something she rarely found herself thinking.

"I'm Faith. Been here a couple weeks now, you?" She attempted to make light while figuring out if Jedi was a good thing or the opposite kind that needed a welcome wagon made of fists.

[melakafray13]

Melaka had grown bored in the Watcher's Counsel library, a.k.a. home and found herself grabbing her coat, despite the weather, and a replica of her cherry red blaster, sliding it in the holster at her hip. Leaping up and out of the expansive hole in the glass ceiling, she landed on the roof in a crouch before standing, looking left than right, before starting off across the rooftops in a random manner, having missed that in Haddyn

[loveme_fearme]

The distinct sound of a body meeting pavement brought Faith's attention to her right to peer at the figure on the ground as she reeled from her fall. Faith sauntered slowly toward it, fairly certain she recognized the voice from a previous conversation.

"Nice landing," Faith started. "Give you a 8.7 for style."

She leaned against the wall, giving the girl plenty of room to get herself up. If that had been Faith, she wouldn't have accepted anybody's help getting up, and so she treated her the same. Judging by the fight in her voice from the tablet, it was a safe bet on Faith's part that she'd made the right choice. Let the girl show her stuff, then Faith'll offer a little more. That's prison credit 101 right there.

[melakafray13]

At the judging, Mel glanced over, seeing the brunette leaning against the wall. The voice seemed vaguely familiar, but it was taking her a second to place it. Mel braced her hands against the ground, before lifting her legs sharply and pushing at the ground. Within a moment, she was on her feet, brushing off her backside.

"Coulda been worse. Landed on my face before. From a drop..." Mel trailed off, looking up at the buildings, "way higher than that."

[loveme_fearme]

Her eyebrows lifted at the comment, and Faith followed the line of sight upward. Melaka the city monkey?

"That why it looks that way?" Faith joked, fairly dryly. She couldn't help herself, distance was her M.O. even with someone she should probably be playing the nice game with. She justified her actions by reassuring herself that any slayer worth her stock is complete with a snarky hard outer shell.