OPEN (please Faith needs to meet more people, limited doesn't begin to describe her social circle)

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((Backdated to the day BEFORE Valentine's Day, because RL just decided to chill out now instead of yesterday. Feel free to interrupt. Faith won't stab you, I promise.))

Valentine's Day?

Thud.

Valentine's Day.

Snap.

Valentine's Day!

Faith's hair fell into her face and there was an angry smile on her face... but anyone that either knew her or was perceptive enough could see the tears in her eyes. She slashed and spun with her knife, cutting angry hunks out of the unlucky tree that had drawn her attentione. Her knife was growing sticky with sap and she didn't care.

Tomorrow was Valentine's Day. The day of lovers and sweetness and cookie-faces and all of that bullshit. And Faith was not in a mood. She wanted to keep attacking this poor tree until all of her humanity was hacked away along with the wood. She couldn't handle the turmoil in her mind. She couldn't handle her conflicting emotions or the fire inside of her. She was supposed to be reformed. She was, wasn't she? She was all better. No more bad. So why... Why had she...

With a scream more animal than human, Faith slammed her knife into the tree. Hard. With all of her slayer strength even. The sharpened blade slid into the wood easily all the way up to the hilt... and stuck there. Tears were now bubbling up more noticibly in her eyes but she just blinked to drop them down. She sword loudly and set to work getting her knife out.

Fucking Valentine's Day.

Comments

[(Anonymous)]

So I'm told. Like I said, I don't consider myself a hero. *Some people'd say he looks the part, though.* And the open bar they say Ravenclaw has would've been helpful if the girl I mentioned ever shows up. Although it's a toss-up whether I'd go there to escape her or to get her drunk and lock her in a broom closet.

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Faith raised one eyebrow and then laughed for an instant. "So... this is one of those love/hate relationship things? What'd she do, leave you for yoru brother or something?" She stretched her arms, which were just starting to feel the pull from the workout.

"And you could always just make friends in 'Claw. It works just as well. That's how I get around Slythendor." She smiled serenely.

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Try follow me around and decide I'm her personal servant. If it's a love-hate relationship, she gives a whole new meaning to the term "love slave." So far the girl's gotten me involved in two wars, or so near as makes no odds. She also has a persistent habit of turning up for surprise visits, in spite of the fact that we live half a continent apart.

I still think there's a mistake: she's not an Elmine cleric, she must be a servant of some dark and evil power.

Hmm... friends in Ravenclaw. Sounds like a plan - especially since it's liable to involve intelligent conversation, which was all too rare up until I came here.