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were the closets playing pranks on anyone else yesterday?

[ faith's morning had started with a rather ... rural wake up call. she'd really hoped the little bastard would just disappear overnight. instead, he woke her up at the crack of dawn to a room full of feathers and pecked drywall.

eventually she'll have to just ... accept her new fowl-ler. into the diner for breakfast, where he's actually quite patient (and fond of toast). on to the gym for her morning workout, where apparently he needs a nap after all that strenuous crowing.

his cocky attitude returns in the library, where faith had planned hanging out for about an hour, learning about the supernatural elements of other worlds. she would've been better served looking up ways to keep him quiet, once it's clear he's going to continue hollering. amid glares and shushing, she scoops him up and tries apologizing over the noise before giving one particular patron the bird.

she practically books it out, rooster tucked under her arm. and as she makes her way, she doesn't notice the mess he leaves behind along the hallways. a trail of feathers and excrement leading to angel investigations, where the closet still refuses to cooperate and give her a cage. at least the cock is having fun with the pile of bic ballpoints beside her. ]

do leashes work on chickens?

[ by the end of the night, she's given up. the stupid thing even follows her to the bar where at least the corn nuts seem to satisfy him. she can nap at one of the tables, right...? ]

( ooc | feel free to catch her anywhere / make up somewhere else to find faith wrangling a mother clucking rooster as she goes about her day :3 )

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Chill, Carrot Top. No big bads to ruin the day right now.

[ it's only kind of a bluff. faith's not like omniscient or anything. she's not even half niscient. half scient? whatever... ]

Shit happens here all the time, though. Anything's possible when you wake up in the morning.

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yeah you're right i'll just chop the thing's head off.
yo you like nuggets?

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Shit. That sucks. [ faith smirks, opting to tease instead of attempt understanding. how will she ever fathom what michonne's home sitch is like? ] Don't think I can live in a world without bacon, you know? Maybe just me, but damn.

[krmvgivv]

Maybe you should have gone for a normal weapon. Not sure how the closet could screw up sword.

[intelligently]

Have you cooked a chicken before?

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What? It's not like you read your books four-thousand times after you know 'em by heart.

[ though ... she's not actually sure that's not the case. ]

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best i can do is velveeta shells & cheese

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[ she coughs, an awkwardly hitched noise. ]

A coop. Yeah, that makes way more sense than trying to get the closet to give me a pen to put him in.

[ so embarrassing. faith moves then, sitting up further to point over to the pile of bic pens laying by the office's closet. ]

[fatherlesskind]

...Carrot top?

[That's actually a new one for him. Much better than other things he's been called and normally he'd be happy to respond in turn. But he's a little preoccupied with the said possible big bads at that moment sorry.]

Just to be clear, what you're saying is that you have seen demons here before but there's none right now? But there might be tomorrow?

[Look, knowing if there are or are not going to be demons is important. Demons are not known for being fun or good company or anything else pleasant. They're like the worst possible kind of uninvited guest.]

I'd like some warning if one is going to pop up suddenly, that's all.

[krmvgivv]

[....he definitely does read them again.]

You can always improve. And get more out of a book when you read it again.

[thesamurai]

You better hope your world never ends. There’s so much shit I thought I could ‘never live without.’ [But, she does get that Faith’s joking, so her words aren’t too serious.]

Too bad you didn’t get a hen. Could have started a farm from your room.

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I know who to call for the cheese party then.

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Yeah, Mansion's not really big on warning, sorry.

[ faith stops her trek back to the sofa, standing in the middle of the room as she cross her arms over her chest. ]

Hang on, are you fresh meat?

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You're not wrong. [ she shrugs. the fact that they both regard a sword as a normal weapon doesn't seem to jump out at her. ] I just wanna improve my claw skills. What's wrong with that?

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Ugh, I'd rather my world go full zombie. I can barely take care of my own ass, let alone other living things, shit.

[ faith laughs, then pinches the bridge of her nose. ]

For real though I'm about to just throw this thing into Angel Investigations and run.

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i might actually show up to that if you add booze to the menu

[accelero]

...You were going to cook the rooster.

[ personally offended, faith ]

that's unbelievable. we can't cook him. For once, I - actually believe the closets made a right call.

[ and while he hasn't been here long, it's becoming more and more obvious that he won't be saying this a lot ]

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It wouldn't be much of a party if I didn't.

[fatherlesskind]

[Ugh. So there will be demons. And no way to tell when they'll show up, like a really bad house guest. Hurrah. He's so not going anywhere without his sword from now on. And maybe he should reconsider not wearing armour whilst here.]

Not that fresh. I've been here... A month? A little longer?

[He shrugs and begins counting things off on his fingers as he lists them.] I just got my hopes up you know? Nothing- Less things trying to kill me, free food, a real bed... OK, the people you've never met before telling you who they think you're supposed to be gets a bit old but so long as you don't mind sticking your fingers in your ears and humming really loudly sometimes it's not a big deal. And then you had to go and ruin it. You dashed all my hopes, I hope you're happy!

[Dramatic enough? What if he puts his hands on his hips and attempts to (ineffectively) glower at her? No?]

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[ talk about a can of worms. how do you interrupt a guy whose voice is just ... in your head? also do roosters eat worms? ugh, later. ]

Thanks, Wesley Jr...

[ were this a cheesy teen novel, faith would totally like flash around the various knives tucked away on her person. fortunately faith just decides to make herself comfortable kiddie-corner at brain-talker's table and cracks her knuckles. if this guy's watcher material, it'd be nice to try to find out what else he's got his eye on in the mansion. well, who else. ]

But see, I'm kinda over zombies. And zompires. Got any demons or vampires? Something that fights back, you know?

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Yeah, they forget that winning just means you keep fighting. You don't cut corners.

[ somber is a tone faith rarely takes, especially with people who are outside her very small circle of trusted friends. it rears its head now, as she speaks and then drains her glass to cork the words.

the short time she'd tauted herself as 'above' and used her calling as justification has defined her life to its end, now. it's not easy to watch other people do the same, no matter what theme disguises the goal. ]

Shit, I'm gonna need another bottle...

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[ she shrugs, totally not even about to take responsibility for all this. ]

Guess I'm just used to it. At least we get some downtime. Still a paradise for the people around here that come from after the ends of their worlds. Or lives.

[ see? there's totally a bright side, dude. faith reaches her destination, and picks up a greasy bag before shoving a few fries into her mouth. after a moment of contemplation, she holds the bag out toward alistair to enjoy her greasy potato delights. ]

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Huh? Not a pan dude, like-- a cage. You know, chicken-wire's called that for a reason, right?

[ despite her revulsion to the idea of slaughtering the little dude to munch on, faith starts laughing. ]

I'm not that ruthless, damn.

[rosswood]

Geez, man, you're heavyweight.

[Alex raises his eyebrows, impressed despite himself. Living in Alabama has helped him build up a healthy constitution, but still.]

Well, uh. Here's hoping this place shits itself, right?

[He toasts the empty air wryly with his empty bottle.]

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[ she's gone only momentarily, returning with something disgustingly high proof. despite her sober state, faith just about flops back down, to finish the toast with her now-full bottle. ]

Hell yeah. I swear if I don't get to guy something soon I'm going to start climbing the walls.

[ hmm maybe she's not quite as straight as she thought... ]