-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!

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[onlyanapple]

[Crowley can see in the dark, not as well as he USUALLY can for some reason, but for the large part, these shenanigans aren't bothering him. Well, except for stupid scientists who can't get dates right, but whatever.

He sees the woman he loves clearly having a few issues with the current goings on and decides to help her.

Help her by turning invisible to get close enough to tap her on the shoulder, before coming visible again

What? It's aversion therapy or something]

[luckyvalentine]

[well, aversion therapy is going to land him with a shiny new bullet wound if he's not careful.

Pretty much jumping out of her skin--and almost falling down the steps--Faye whirls around... and Crowley immediately has a gun leveled at his face, the woman behind it looking very paranoid. Almost like she doesn't quite recognize him in that moment.

You... should probably act fast, Crowley.]

action;

[thwarting]

You know those are awfully bad for your health, Miss Valentine.

[onlyanapple]

[Oh well that didn't go as well as he hoped, he raises his hands, jumping to one side in the hope that it'll buy him enough time that she doesn't shoot him. Not that it'd do much damage, of course, but it still bloody hurts]

You know, you have me at gunpoint a lot more than I think is strictly healthy for either of us.

action forever;

[luckyvalentine]

[--she jumps and promptly drops her lighter, immediately glaring around in the dark for the source of the voice. where you at, angel?]

--Yeah, well, I think I have more important things to worry about than that!

[luckyvalentine]

[it's close there, for a second, but... speaking up seems to really help. Her finger eases off the trigger in surprise, and she lowers her gun a little.

...Only a little, though. Putting it completely out of harm's way seems a little more than she can handle right now]

Crowley?? I thought you were...

[--oh, nope. Don't say that, Faye, you'll sound crazy. She catches herself, and switches it out for abrupt anger instead]

--Don't sneak up on me like that!

[she looks like she might be reconsidering the not-shooting-him thing]

[thwarting]

There is always time to think of these things; if you don't have your health, what do you have?

[onlyanapple]

[Deciding he's safe from shooting (even with a rage face like that on, Crowley leans on the doorframe]

Bit touchy, aren't we, Valentine?

[gottaknockhard]

[It's a good thing Spike is paying attention; he makes out who is playing with the lighter before ever coming up to her. Maybe the endless night isn't a good sign, maybe it is, but for whatever reason... seeing Faye freak out is the calming sort of normal he can tolerate right now.

He comes up from behind, before pausing to the side of her to light his own cigarette. (You know, since she got that idea in his head.)]

Don't jinx it.

[ectobabble]

[and Ray wanders out for his own nicotine break just in time to catch this]

Hey, need a light?

[he'll offer up a book of matches] Might wanna go for natural fire... it's messing with everything today.

[jammin_with_ed]

[Want to know what Faye needs right now? A HEART ATTACK! Ed's voice comes from RIGHT BEHIND her]

Spooky spooky Faye-Faye!

dictated

[both_neither]

[Gren knows that voice. He couldn't believe it. She was here too? God, when did it end? Was Vicious hiding around a corner somewhere?

No...he shouldn't think too hard about that. Not today.

Focus on the positive, Gren. What little there was to be had]

Well...if it isn't the fairy.

[luckyvalentine]

[don't get too comfortable, because she does lower the gun... but it's replaced with her hitting him in the arm--hard--instead]

This isn't funny, you creep!

[luckyvalentine]

I think I'll stick to worrying about things like--oh, I don't know... monsters attacking, or something.

[luckyvalentine]

[she doesn't know what's more annoying-- the fact that his voice makes her jump, or the fact that his goddamn lighter works. She whirls a little to glare up at him over her shoulder]

If anything is going to jinx it, it's you saying that.

[and then she reaches up and back]

Gimme that.

[luckyvalentine]

[he'll have to excuse the slightly paranoid way she eyes him for a minute, before finally reaching for the matches]

As long as I don't have to resort to rubbing two sticks together.

[luckyvalentine]

Aaah--! [HOLY SHIT the only thing that keeps her from blowing Ed's brains out is the fact that she's mostly busy with trying not to completely fall down the front steps. She flails, there is a gun being wildly waved around, and tumbling down the first couple of steps she goes!]

dictated

[luckyvalentine]

[there is an uncertain and...well, frankly, a pretty freaked-out pause. When she does answer, it's more to the air--to herself--than actually answering the journal.

There is just no way that voice can be real]

...I really am hearing things, now.

[gottaknockhard]

[He either doesn't see the glare, or he's too used to it, whichever.]

I guess you're right. [His voice is monotonous, and he takes a good drag off his cigarette before he finally decides to hear her and tosses her the lighter. Just call him a knight in shinning armor.]

Better lock up your valuables.

[thwarting]

I haven't heard anything about monsters! Oh dear, what is it this time?

[jammin_with_ed]

[Edward laughs, dancing in place.]

Awww Faye-Fayeeee!

[onlyanapple]

OW! Hey, there's no need to be violent.

[He smirks] And it is a little bit funny.

[luckyvalentine]

[she might have, if she didn't fail to catch it in the dark and have to go fumbling for it before it bounces down the stairs.]

Thieves aren't exactly the biggest thing I'm worried about right now.

[...not that she's actually worried about anything, of course]

[luckyvalentine]

Look around! This is obviously monster weather.

[luckyvalentine]

EDWARD!

[righting herself and glaring. ...she'll put her gun away in a minute]

What is wrong with you?!