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[3nterprising]

[Faye had been wondering why it was so quiet lately. Where had everyone gone? Of course, her favorite person to annoy is conspicuous by his absence. She wanders through the castle, using the guise of exploring as an excuse for looking for him.]

Geez. It seems like everyone's in hiding.

[It isn't long before a familiar little dog waddles up to her and takes a seat at her boots.]

Great. Where'd you come from? I guess Spike left you to your own devices, too. Typical.

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[nothingtobelieve]

[Maybe the castle has a sick sense of humor. Maybe it's just coincidence. Either way, a few moments later, a familiar figure Fay probably wishes had stayed hidden steps into the hallway right in front of her. And when Vicious sees her, he just smiles.]

[Action forever!]

[3nterprising]

[Faye's at attention when she registers the identity of that figure. She'd known he was in the castle, yet she'd hoped she'd run into him later rather than sooner. Her whole body tensed, she stares at him, his smile creeping her out, and wills herself to speak.]

Vicious...

[Ein quietly moves behind her, his ears laying flat on his head.]

[nothingtobelieve]

[Spike had managed to do a good job of keeping Vicious too focused on him to go looking around for his crewmate, but he can't pass up the golden opportunity presented to him. He looks between Faye and the dog, the amused expression remaining on his face]

Ms. Valentine. What a coincidence.

[Might as well let her think he was looking for her. It's more fun that way]

[3nterprising]

Is it?

[If she'd known how distracted he'd been with Spike, she'd have been eternally grateful.]

What is it you want?

[nothingtobelieve]

Just to talk. For now.

[She was something he could potentially use against Spike, and she seemed brash enough that she just might let something useful slip, which made trying to provoke her worth his time.]

[3nterprising]

About what?

[She knows better than to argue, especially now that he's so close.]

[nothingtobelieve]

I gave no interest in pulling unconcerned parties into a personal dispute. [He's not going to bother with a preamble, because he knows that she knows what he means] I'd like to... discourage your interference in any of it.

[Not that he's offering safety, or an assurance of his own behavior, but he leaves that part unsaid]

[3nterprising]

[She catches his drift. However there's something stopping her from completely taking him up on this deal. As threatened as she is by him, she can't agree to that. At least, not outwardly. This can't be healthy.]

Is it going to end? This dispute?

[nothingtobelieve]

It will end.

[Not in a way she'd care for, he's sure. But somehow, some way, he will end it as it should have ended back on Mars]

[3nterprising]

[She knows the type of end he'd like for it to come to, and it's no surprise that she isn't a fan of that outcome.]

Then I won't interfere.

[She's afraid, but she's lying through her teeth. Someone has to make sure that lunkhead doesn't do anything stupid. But then when has that plan ever worked?]

[nothingtobelieve]

Good.

[He doesn't expect her to keep her word. He doesn't even expect her to keep this little encounter to herself. If it gets back to Spike, so be it. He won't protest anything that might spur their little conflict along.]

[3nterprising]

[Considering there were no Red Dragon ninja lackeys lurking about to point the barrel of a gun at her spine, she grows slightly bolder. At least here, there was no threat of an ambush that she's aware of.]

So are we done?

[nothingtobelieve]

[That earns her a quiet, humorless laugh. She's fortunate that the only 'lackey' he has around the castle would be fairly reluctant to point a gun at her]

Yes. We're done.

[He turns and takes a few steps away.]

Send Spike my regards.

[3nterprising]

[She watches him go in silence, his response a clear indication that he'd seen right through her lie. She isn't exactly surprised.

She waits until he's out of sight to leave, even then still glancing over her shoulder every few paces. The little Corgi trots at her side as she walks.]