-72- Waiting For The Sun

[luckyvalentine]

[people are freaking out all over, she's heard maybe something about an evacuation, everything just seems wrong today... but Faye's got this totally under control.

Totally.

She's sitting on the front steps because she wants to, and not because being in the dark and spooky castle is freaking her out or anything. Just ignore the impressive pile of cigarette corpses at her feet, and the way she looks just a little bit haggard. Ignore the bandaid on her knee, too.

Today has been going just fine, okay? She's not nervous, and she's certainly not thinking of all the horrific things that tend to happen when Paradisa's sky goes dark and bad vibes fill the air. Not at all.]

Y'know... this no-sun thing really isn't so bad, once you get used to it. [she sounds convincing, doesn't she?] It's a change of pace. It's ...something new.

[she stamps out the nub of her latest cigarette just before the filter starts to burn, and then immediately fumbles to light a new one, because--hey, it's really goddamn dark out here.

...but, of course, now is when her lighter decides not to cooperate. The flick-flick-flick sound travels over the journal, followed closely by a high-strung growl] --Come on!

Comments

[both_neither]

It's good to see you, Faye.

[He glances outside at the perpetual night and shivers]

Sorry it has to be here, but beggars can't be choosers, I guess.

[luckyvalentine]

Hey, it could be worse.

[and she really means that. The castle could be full of demons, or broken-open memory rooms. Or there could no meeting at all. She hates the castle most of the time, but if it's the only place that she can find certain ghosts again, she'll take it.]

[both_neither]

Yeah, maybe.

[It hard to decide if death or utter lack of purpose he felt now that he knew he couldn't play was better.

Of course, even now, he really didn't have the best idea of what the castle was capable of]

[luckyvalentine]

[she gets it, in her own way. and yet, she still sounds certain when she replies]

Trust me.

[both_neither]

[He raised an eyebrow at her]

Is that experience speaking?

[luckyvalentine]

...I've been here awhile.

[both_neither]

How long is awhile?

[luckyvalentine]

[she manages to seem pretty casual about it, outside of the way that her fidgeting with the lighter turns a little more antsy. She could really use a smoke right now.]

...Would you believe two and a half years?

[--years. on one planet, in one city, largely in one building]

[both_neither]

[Too bad he can read you like a book, Faye. Not he quite knows the reason. He'd honestly be happy for some stability - a real life

He sucks in a sharp breath.]

Unfortunately...yeah, I would.

[luckyvalentine]

[she'd laugh if she knew. be careful what you wish for, Gren.]

This place has a way of... surprising you.

And, at the same time, somehow never changing at all.

[both_neither]

[You'll accept a lot when you're facing death, even in another universe]

Has is done something like this before?

ugh old tag. feel free to ignore

[luckyvalentine]

It's been known to get... creepy... on occasion.

[both_neither]

Creepy, huh? Is it always so Saturday Night Movie Special around here?

[luckyvalentine]

Pretty much. We've seen zombies, werewolves, vampires, demons, giant spiders, dragons... the whole list.

[both_neither]

Jeez. With a list like that, a guy might ask where he can get a gun.

[luckyvalentine]

You don't have one yet? Oh, then it gets tricky.

[both_neither]

Yet? There a black market I haven't found yet?

[luckyvalentine]

You just might be looking at it.

[...and it's been open for about thirty seconds. girl's gotta make a profit around here somehow]

[both_neither]

That so? You open for business any time soon?

[luckyvalentine]

For the right price. ...But I guess you don't have much spending money yet, huh?

[both_neither]

Nope, sorry. Haven't really hit on any good money-making schemes. Yet, anyway. Did you...have something in mind?

[luckyvalentine]

You could always owe me. A place like this, trading favors is just as good as cash.

[better, actually, but she sees no reason to mention that]

[both_neither]

Favor's kind of a vague price, Faye...

[luckyvalentine]

Well, I'm not going to charge an old friend an arm and a leg for it, am I?

I'll get you a weapon, and you'll owe me.

[nice and vague]

[both_neither]

[He hesitates a moment, knowing how heavy 'favors' can be, but having some kind of tangible self defense would mean a lot and right at this moment it seems like must have. The slight paranoia might have something to do with that though]

...Alright. But I don't want to have to shoot anybody I don't want to shoot.