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ƒ005. mystic pizza... would be good for a slayer

[The journal opens and a confused voice comes over the pages.]

What is... Kat Jess Sour...ee - Joanna's Bee Ren? [Faith is going through the kitchen in the castle, finding random packages and trying to figure out what they are. She pulls open the fridge and starts to rummage around.]

What about a Ferrari Rocker?

Any of this stuff gonna make me wish I hadn't eaten it?

[Apparently, living off of microwave popcorn and pretzels at the club isn't the best diet. She's starving and she knows the castle kitchen has free food.]

What about Nut Ella? [Thankfully, Faith is only picking out candy and sweet things.]

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It is an element in my world, usually used to power magic. [A shrug] It is extremely volatile, most do not survived prolonged exposure to it.

Is it gonna kill you eventually?

I... [He falters, then looks at the ceiling] I do not know. Possibly. I am the only one of my kind, as far as I am aware.

[Oh and there's the bitterness in his tone] Danarius was the only magister fool enough to try it.

[Oh. Hot button topic. She's good at avoiding talking about things, so she recognizes the signs.]

Hey, if it happens here at least you'll be back a few weeks later, right? [... yeah, that's the best she's got.]

And then I return to a life of endless pain with no knowledge of my past, and no real hope for a future. Lucky me.

[Yeah, he just about ruins any attempt at making things pleasant, doesn't he?]

[Eh, she's not good with the serious stuff anyway. She'll save the whole 'no memory of his past' for another day.]

You still hungry?

[That sort of conversation requires equal parts booze and angst]

Not especially, why?

'cause, I'm gonna head out of the kitchen. Figured you weren't big on hanging in the castle longer than needed. [You could come ~wiiiith her.]

[He has a moment to ponder that, before nodding]

That I'm not, and I would be a fool to turn down fine company.

Good, let's go.

[She's gonna steal this bag of marshmallows though. Oh and this jar of peanut butter. Maybe this thing of cream cheese. Oh and some bread...]

I just wanted to grab food anyway. [Yes. She looks ridiculous holding all of that, but whatever.]

[Hey, he understands food stealing well. It's a survival tactic, after all]

As I can see. Where did you plan to go?

Gonna head back to my place, drop this off, then probably just ... [she shrugs, which shifts the bread over a bit, but she's got Slayer reflexes - so she didn't drop it.]

We could always make good on that sparring.

A fine idea, perhaps then I would work up an appetite for your strange foods.

[He'll gesture to the door, ladies first] Shall we?

[She gives him a look.] They're not strange.

[Either way, she'll take his courtesy and head out the door.]

Perhaps not to you, you are used to such foods.

[He'll follow a follow]

If you keep hanging out with me, you'll get used to them too.

[dissolve fade: exiting the castle into entering the club where she lives]

[He'll be glancing around. It echoes his own choice of abode, back home. Only with less corpses]

You live here?

Yeah. Place was shut down a while ago. Guess the girl that used to run it went home, then no one took it over.

[Faith shrugs and goes to shove her newfound food into the fridge behind the bar she uses for most everything.]

There's plenty of space, acoustics are good, and so far no one's really bothered me. I'm pretty sure it's so far out of everyone's thoughts that everyone just assumes it's still boarded up and empty.

[Fenris makes a thoughtful sound, still scanning the area, before his eyes settle on her again]

Sounds like you got a fair deal. Aveline has to keep changing the guards who patrol around the home I...aquired, to save them trying to force me out.

Better than most, I guess. [she moves to hop over the counter to join him on the other side]

If the place you're at gets too complicated, you can always crash here. There's plenty of room.

[That gets the slighest of smiles]

That's generous of you, what have I done to deserve that?

You did save my life back there. [The whole... in her head-space thing.]

[That gets a surprised look. After all, he's saved Anders' life many a time, and they never willingly share a living space]

...If you are sure.

Yeah, look it's no sweat. I've got plenty of space and it's not like I'm gonna rat you out.

For as long as my loss allows me to stay here, anyway.

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