1004/One Slayer, Two Slayer, Bad Slayer, Good Slayer

One Slayer, Two Slayer, Bad Slayer, Good Slayer
Date of Scene:	17 June 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Ares, Faith Lehane

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Ares has posed:
    Denny's was a bust. By the time the tall man in the flannel coat had gotten his chili cheese burger back to the hotel, it had soaked through the bag with grease and really would have done nobody any good even if it had been eaten before it had reached that point. Now, there was no having it one way or the other. So when that black SUV pulled up to the Ritz/Carlton Convention Center, its marquee sign proclaining 'WELCOME CONSTRUCTION WORKERS OF 4MERICA' because they ran out of As, the first thing John Aaron did with the bag was toss it into the garbage.
    From afar the tall man sticks out slightly, but has taken efforts to blend in. Sure he's tall but there've been taller. Sure he's got a pretty decent build, but go down the street to a gym you might well find larger. Then you bring up those clothes, jeans, work books, black t-shirt, red flannel jacket that looks like it belongs ignored in the back of a lumberjack's closet... you get a guy that at least fits in.
    The two clerks at the front desk take his money, give him his key, smile their artificial smiles and send him on his way. So he's stepping out of the entry area, those big glass doors swinging shut behind him as he looks around the area. Good, no Buffy Summers stalking him and trying to stab him again. Small blessings.

Faith Lehane has posed:
Faith was leaving the hotel herself, but she was in the process of detaching herself from the man she was leaving with... well, she was leaving, he seemed to be staying. He was a guy who appeared to be about twice her age and he was wearing a light blue longsleeved tshirt with some jeans, he was in good shape and had darkly tanned skin... he looked like a 'hot dad' kind of guy.

The guy went in for the kiss on the much much younger Faith and she gave him the brush off and then said something to him, which caused them both to laugh a little before she would go and turn completely toward the exit that John was passing through, Faith would do a double take at him, giving him a sort've... glare... with her return gaze... her big brown eyes just watching him without caring about rudely-staring or anything of that nature.

Faith, herself, was dressed in a black tanktop and dark blue jeans, the clothing hugged her body and showcased that perfectly fit form that she was very proud of and often used to her adventage in the art of seduction to get what she wanted, which certainly seems like she was just finishing up such a thing with 'Hot Dad' back there.

To try to cover up her staring though, the teenager would nod her chin toward John. "Whats up?" She'd ask him in her huskied sultry voice.

Ares has posed:
    The guy had the key card still in his hand and he was lightly tapping it against the meat of one palm. His attention was distanced for the moment, his own dark brown eyes focused upon something terribly far off or invisible. But at first he pays no attention to the approach of the young woman behind him. It's only when she speaks that his head turns and he levels his gaze fully upon her.
    Something about him might seem off, a little twinge or a tingle for however such senses affect one Slayer to another. It's as if his existence was a trespass in some way. It might grow with proximity, but then she speaks and he turns.
    His own gaze is heavy as he looks at her, his brow furrows as he focuses fully on this lithe young woman before him. And when their eyes meet she might well feel that warning all the more. He gives her a once over. Not in the way as perhaps other men might look on her, let their eyes wander from one curve to another. No. He gauges the way she's standing, the reach of her arms, her legs, what strength might lie hidden. Every being he meets is a potential opponent and is perhaps treated that way. At least at first.
    But then he looks away, his strong gaze shifting back towards the parking lot. Something seeming amiss to him for some reason, unrelated to what warning signs she might be perceiving. Yet he is polite enough to answer her, "Nothing as far as I can tell." Then, a beat, he seems to remember that that isn't the usual rejoinder. So he adds, "You?"

Faith Lehane has posed:
Faith just shrugged her shoulders back at the man and gave him a big ol' happy grin. "I'm just makin' my way in life, ya know?" She said to him with that cocky tone and an accent on her words that indicated a Bostonian heritage.

"You lookin' for some company tonight?" She asked him and then grinned again. "I'm not a prostitute... I'm just bored. I don't sleep a lot and this city is pretty god damn dull... so I'm just lookin' for someone to hang out with and do a bit of chatting, ya know? Keep my mind busy... I can't afford one'a those fancy phones that everyone's got, so I can't go stuffin' my face into some glowin' screen. I gotta other ways to occupy myself."

Faith would walk with him if he kept moving, she'd hook her thumbs into the front pockets on her jeans and carry herself with a casual stride, but yes, she was clearly hiding something about her person, she seemed as shady as a pretty young lady could get.

Ares has posed:
    Indeed, the man had set off, taking the step down off the curb and yet still towered over her. He must be what... a foot taller, a little more than her, but then again it's unlikely that such a difference ever intimidated this woman. But he still seemed a touch distracted, his brow furrowed. A few strides carried him into the parking lot, his gait long and easy but not leaving her behind.
    "You're not going to try and stab me, are you?" He asks, still not looking at her for the moment, his gaze distanced. "Had one jacket ruined tonight. Not inclined to lose another." But as he finishes saying that he sort of looks at her again and there's a short wry smirk. The reason behind it might be enigmatic, but it's the first momentary break in that stern facade.
    Yet this time of night it was quiet out there, the moon high above those low hanging clouds. A plane or something flying past its limned silhouette. Yet he stops for a moment and then tilts his head.
    "It may not be safe for you here, girl." The tall man speaks in such a baritone, the rumble of some notes almost seeming like a growl. "You may wish to depart." And something formal in his delivery.

Faith Lehane has posed:
Faith would keep within arms reach of him and she'd listen to everything he said, having to look up at him here and there since he was so tall. At his last comments she'd just give him a grin and shake her head slowly. "Shit... nah, Frankenstein." She said at him. "I seen a Bruce Lee movie... like two of'em even. I can defend myself just fine... I ain't worried one damn lick."

The 'Dark' Slayer would put her hands onto her hips, holding a black denim jacket in her right that was now draped down behind her backside and the back of her thighs. "So someone tried to stab ya tonight?" She asked him with a continued grin. "That means you must be trouble, huh?" Faith gave a little shake of her bare shoulders and she tilted her head to the side. "I like trouble. Its more entertaining than most. So what happened? Spill all those damn beans, yo!"

Ares has posed:
    "Funny story," He says as he's about to turn towards her when his words are cut off abruptly by a loud shriek of noise.
    "CAAAAW!"
    That draws his attention and he turns away, lifting his eyes upwards. That plane passing in front of the moon had abruptly flapped its wings, and its shriek to the world was joined by two others. Loud raucous avian roars. No longer a so far distant silhouette and instead seems to be rushing through the air, dropping down to the tree line coming off the back of that large hotel. As it blurs across the distance it becomes clearer and clearer. Three great birds, each shrieking and shouting with the heads of a human being.
    "Here girl," Abruptly the tall man slides out of his jacket, folding it once. Free from the confines of his coat she'll be able to see the sharp defined build of that tall man's musculature beneath the black t-shirt and the precise lines of strength upon a being who has tested himself against Gods.
    Once he's out of that jacket he throws it to her and says, "If you're not going to flee then hold onto this and make yourself useful.' He presumes so rudely.

Faith Lehane has posed:
Faith was grinning at him and ready for the story of why he was stabbed when the noises started in the sky and her eyes were averted up to look toward their source. "Well... shit." Faith said, seeing what was up there. "Thats a new one." She muttered moments before his jacket was stuffed into her hands. She accepted the jacket, glanced down at it, heard his words and then just dropped it on the ground and reached into her OWN denim jacket to pull out a long wooden stake. She twirled it around in her right hand and held it with the point aimed down out of her gripping fist.

"So you're what, a monster hunter?" She asked him then, in a more readied position on her booted feet. "Well, welcoime to Sunnydale, Chief." Faith's eyes went back to the three headed 'thing'. "Where they just pour right outta the god damn ground, like the Bevelry HIllbilies struck oil, we struck evil bullshit."

Ares has posed:
    "Not quite," The tall man tells her, even as those three creatures are barreling down on them. And it becomes clear that they're... big. Bigger than the cars around them, wingspan-wise at least, and they cut through the air at an impressive speed. "They are here for me, if you do not strike them they will not harm you."
    He says that as he's turning his head towards her and then sees his jacket on the ground and gets this annoyed look on his face. "Really?"
    But then the harpies are on them.
    With a great sweeping of its wings the lead harpy flares up at the end of its diving charge, lashing forwards with its great brown and white wings and hundreds of sharpened feathers slash through the air towards the man whom she just so very viciously misused his jacket. But not before there's a /SCRRAAPE-SKREEK/ of a car door being torn from its hinges held by the handle like some great rectangular shield.
    Those feathers strike it with a steady patter like metal rain upon an aluminum roof. No harm to him yet, though the other two harpies split to either side to flank him.

Faith Lehane has posed:
Faith heard his wis words about them only being after him and it made her look at him and then grin? "Really?" She asked. "Well screw it then." She went to put her stake away back into the back of her jeans, stuffing it into the lowrise hem of the waistline back there. Faith then folded her own jacket over her forearms and cocked her hip as the Harpies rushed down and attacked him. She just watched.

The others in the area were running and screaming from all of this! It was a saturday night at a busy hotel, so there was quite a few people out but they were all headed for the indoors, of the hotel or their cars.

"You're sure about not needing any help?" Faith called out to the man as he tore a door off of a car. "Cause, otherwise, this is pretty damn awesome entertainment!" She was watching the Harpies closely now. "Never seen these things before!" She called out a little further.

Ares has posed:
    "Woman," John Aaron hunkers down behind the door and says, "You make me tired." Then once that harpy lands he /throws/ it straight into the creature, causing it to crash back into a 4x4 truck bed, its wings flapping painfully as it struggles with the impact of a crushed rib cage, its shrieks becoming weaker and weaker.
    But the other two land as well, one in front of Faith, the other behind John. They bring their wings back, silver-lined feathers catching the gleam of the moonlight as they get ready to hurl the blades straight at the man...
    Only for one two catch two large boots into its abdomen, sending it careening back. It's almost a move out of the WWE, and might very well be entertaining to Faith as that large feathered creature skiiiiids across the ground to end up in front of her.
    But amusement might end as it rears up on its hind legs, CAWing loudly as it pushes itself to its feet.
    Yellow eyes slash to the side as if it just now saw Faith and it got this look on its face as if she were the most disgusting creature in the world to it. It raised its voice and shrieked, "SLAYA SLAYA!"
    The other one called out, echoing. "SLAYA!"
    And suddenly Faith has a face full of feathers to deal with.

Faith Lehane has posed:
Faith was very entertained by all of this, she even had a grin on her face. She could tell that whoever John was, he could handle himself pretty damn well and if they did kill him? Well, she didn't know who he was anyway... so who really cares?

When the 'Slaya' stuff started getting chanted, Faith watched the birdthing and she just glared at it and uncrossed her arms off of her stomach. "I don't got no beef with you." She said to the Harpy. "You take a step on me, or make a single threatenin' move on me though?" Faith slowly shook her head toward the creature... "I will snap that birdbrain right off of your neck and see how well you fry up on a campfire tonight." That was her warning for the creature not to tangle with her.

"My enemies are Vamps, not whatever the hell these Kentucky Fried Rejects are!" She shouted at John.

Ares has posed:
    It's pretty clear that the harpy's vocabulary isn't very robust. Since as Faith is talking to it it's advancing, starting to circle her, and then she gets to the part about Kentucky Fried Rejects and it /hissses!/ loudly before it takes to the air, just a leap straight up fifteen feet into the sky, its wings snapping open as for a moment it looks like some sort of heroic symbol against the full moon.
    And then its wings slash down, sending a flurry of bladed feathers straight at Faith, clearly uncaring for her most vicious of threats.
    Meanwhile, across the parking lot the remaining harpy /charges/ straight into John Aaron, sending him hurtling back into the side of a Wonder Break van that's parked there over the night, knocking the vehicle up on its side and sending the two of them crashing into the storage area amongst the hot dog buns and hamburger rolls.

Faith Lehane has posed:
Faith side when the bird-thing didn't understand her threats, or didn't care about them and launched itself into the air. She reached behind her to get 'Stabby' back out of her jeans and then pulled her stake around to prepare to stop a charge... but the birdthing flew up!

Faith's eyes followed it up into the sky and watched it spread its wings against the moon's backdrop. She watched the moonlight-shift as the bird flung its wings and sent those razor sharp feathers toward her and thats when the Dark Slayer rolled forward into a tumble several feet away!

"You're full of shit!" Faith shouted at John after she saw him get collided into. Faith had no long-range projectiles on her... she wasn't well funded or supplied like Buffy... all she had was the one trusty-wooden stake left from her Now Deceased Watcher's supplies, the rest were lost in a fire over a year ago when her Watcher had been murdered by the Vampire Coven that is after Faith yet still today.

Ares has posed:
    There's another /SLAM/BAM/WHAM!/ from across the parking lot, the Wonder Bread truck definitely getting the worst of it. But she'll be able to hear, albeit distantly, John's voice as he hollars. "You didn't say you were a slayer!" So he perhaps knows what one is, that jerk. But then suddnely his dance partner comes rocketing out of the wreckage of that bread van, skidding across the ground and losing most of its plumage as it rolls end over end and /crashes/ into a lamp post.
    Yet she has more pressing concerns as that harpy rears up, angry at her evasion. It lands with a rush of wings, hopping forth and lashing out with talons on the back of its bird-like legs, trying to slice and eviscerate. It moves quickly enough on land, but definitely no where near as quick as the Dark Slayer.

Faith Lehane has posed:
Faith would dodge the Harpy's attacks, she'd rush about to keep distance between the two of them as her mind figured out the way to kill this thing... she had to spot its weaknesses, clealry one of them was speed while it was landed... which was great, at least sort of. Faith would let it come at her and then run around behind a large Mansize Compensator 3000 Pickup Truck and with the Harpy on the opposite side, the Dark Slayer would leap over the truck and land on its back.

"Take me to the Neverending Story land." Faith said into the Harpy's ear before she reached up to put her hands on its head and then TWISTED to snap its neck!

Ares has posed:
    There was a short sharp resonant /CRACK!/ as the Harpy's head is yanked around quickly, its eyes rolling up into the back of its head as it gurgles underneath her and then its body goes limp, flattening to the ground like a piece of poultry dropped off the cutting board. As quickly as it happened, the wild conflict is ended though several car alarms are now going off and a few lights are going on in the various windows in the hotel.
    It's at that moment that the tall man steps up behind her, casting a long shadow over the fallen corpse and the young woman. His clothes have taken a bit of a beating, the black t-shirt in threads, marred with hints of blood and ichor. There's a criss-cross latticework of scratches upon the man's powerfully muscled chest, the small wounds already closing as he looks towards her.
    "You..." He says for a moment as he points at her, "Can fight." Then he adds, "Surprising." But he looks back towards the hotel and the people starting to emerge. He begins to walk away, reaching up to tear off the remnants of his shirt and throwing it side.
    As he moves the corpses of the Harpies are hissing and sizzling, sounding as if someone had dropped acid upon them, the bulky corpses seemingly falling into themselves.
    John turns to Faith and says, "I have several questions for you, but first." He checks his watch and scowls, "Where can I get a shirt this time of night?"

Faith Lehane has posed:
Faith was standing over the body of the Harpy when it started to sizzle and she spun around to look at John when he spoke from behind her. She looked up at him. "Didn't even break a sweat, Chief." She said at him, spinning the stake around and slipping it back into her pants behind the small of her back.

Faith would nod her chin westward toward some shops that were closed up across the parkinglot and the street beyond that. "Clothing stories over there... their logs are about as strong as as a wet pretzel. Just bust one open and grab whatever you need. Their security cameras aren't even real."

She looked him over now that he'd ripped his shirt off and it made her grin. "Look at you anyway... ya look like ya jumped right off the pages of a god damn fitness magazine." She'd reach out to backhand his chest. "Good for you, Lungo." She teased.

Ares has posed:
    A small snort slips from him as he scoops up the jacket she'd thrown down so rudely. He swings it over his shoulders and slips his arms inside, hiding most of him from view for now. But then he follows her directions and starts to walk across the way. One thing that can be said about John Aaron that might not be able to be said about the rest of the Scooby people... he definitely feels laws are for other folks.
    Making sure it's clear he cuts across the street with the same steady stride, and once they're over there he says to her, "Thanks," About his physique, then he adds. "I do pilates." If she looks close she might see the smirk. Maybe not, unless she's /really/ looking.
    But then it's into that alley they go behind that clothing store. "First off, you know how to contact that other slayer girl? And if not, you know how to contact her overlord or... supervisor... or whatever it's called?"

Faith Lehane has posed:
Faith walked with him and smirked at what he said, she tied her own jacket around her waist by its sleeves and then listened to his questions about the other slayer. "They hang out at the Library in the highschool down the street from here." She replied. "I was supposed to meet up with them the other night, but when I got there... well... They're a buncha god damn freaks."

She would clear her throat then as they stepped into the alleyway and she waved at a homeless man that was leaning against the wall by the dumpster. "Hey Lou." She said to the man.

Lou looked up at her and he gave her a big smile with very few teeth inside his mouth. "I got Faith!" He shouted at her. "Faith and nothing more! I got it! Yes I do!" He said, shaking his nearly empty bottle of liquor around.

"Damn right you do, Lou." Faith said to the toothless beggerman.

Then she looked back to John, up at him anyway. "What do you want with them anyway?"

Ares has posed:
    "Yeah, gonna need to talk to them." Once he's there at the back door he at least gives a wave to Lou as well, probably out of some semlance of politeness. But then he is turning back towards the padlocked door and lifts a hand to touch the back of it, as if taking its measure as he considers it. Then, he lifts a hand to cover the lock with his large hand and /crushes/ it then turns it with a twist, tossing it aside behind him.
    The door to the chain sports store swings open, and the alarm pad beside it is beeping, trilling along a lil bee-dee-bee-dee-bee-dee, only to squawk as John smashes it with a fist slashed out to the side absently.
    "My name is John, John Aaron. Who the hell are you?" He looks at her for a moment as he steps out into that inventory area and then off towards the floor displays. "And feel free to pick yourself out something pretty." Because really, what is a little robbery in the greater scheme of things?

Faith Lehane has posed:
the Dark Slayer watched the lock get ripped off and she then watched the keypad get smashed and she just gently nodded her head like it was no big deal, because she'd done the same thing to this same place like 2 months ago... the manager was probably going to ve LIVID come morning.

"Faith." She replied to his question. "Like Lou said out there." She motioned toward the alley as she swayed her hips and walked around inside the store, eyeballing things. She traveled light, so she didn't want much... Her hands reached for a black messenger bag and she picked it up off of the hangar and slung it over her shoulder then started to stuff a few female-fit exercising/sport garments into it.

"A Slayer is called when the last Slayer dies." She said outloud then. "Buffy, the other Slayer here in town, died... and I got the call. Only thing is, Buff apparently came back to life somehow. So... now here we are." Faith stuffed a pair of shoes into the messenger bag and then looked back at John. "The Chosen Two."

Ares has posed:
    "Faith," He says it as if testing it, trying it on for size. He looks at her again, as if trying to match face to name and for a time those dark brown eyes seem to narrow. He turns his head to the side and gives a small 'hm' of a sound before he starts to move among the clothes racks. Eventually he finds a double XL black t-shirt and pulls it off the hanger. His jacket is pulled free and he lifts the shirt over his head and pulls it down, the fabric hugging his chest tightly.
    "I didn't know that about Slayers." He picks up his jacket again and then starts to step around, moving towards the outdoor gear. "How did you feel when you learned she had returned?"
    He says over his shoulder, "Mind grabbing me one of those bags?" Yet even as he asks this he begins to pull small cans of kerosene from the camping area.

Faith Lehane has posed:
Faith watched him put that shirt on over his impressive manform and she just smirked a little and turned to the bags he pointed out. She walked toward them with a careless stride to her step. "I couldn't give less of a shit about Buffy Summers." Faith replied. "If she's alive or dead, big damn deal. I didn't -choose- to get pulled into this shit... I was just a normal regular old teenage dirtbag when Buff kicked the Bucket a couple years ago."

The bag was picked up and she walked it back over to him and tossed it to him. "I'm not from this town... this is just where my Watcher told me we were going prior to her gettin... chopped in half." She cleared her throat then and put her hands onto her hips. "So, here I am, trying to figure out what the fuck my purpose is supposed to be now." Faith looked around at all the stuff around them while she talked. "The Useless Spare Slayer."

Ares has posed:
    That new bag starts to be a home for some kerosene and then for a few books of matches, surprise surprise. But he keeps moving around that area, finding where they keep the crossbows and their quarrels. He starts to gather up some of the quarrels, checking their boxes for their design and deciding on one particular brand that's tossed into the bag as well.
    "You can fight," John says absently, but then he adds even as he packs the bag. "If this was a hundred, two hundred years ago I'd have enjoyed seeing you lay waste to your enemies."
    He pauses with his hands on his hips and looks around, as if trying to figure out if he's forgetting anything. "But times change." He takes a breath and looks towards her, "What did you get?" He asks as he digs into his pocket and produces his wallet, taking out some bills as if he were going to pay for what they're taking. Which he is.
    But before she reacts he presses on, "I am going to need to speak with her watcher. There's not going to be time for me to play coy. So I am going to tell you this so you can get all the comments out of your system."
    He rounds on her and says, "Those creatures are after me because I used to be acquainted with their master. I used to be the God of War, but I retired. Alright? Alright."

Faith Lehane has posed:
Faith opened her messenger bag and showed him the items she grabbed. She glanced at the crossbows and then just smirked a little before looking back at him when he said the God of War bit. "Well...." She started. "I guess that wouldn't be the craziest fuckin' thing my ears have ever heard." She then had a heavy sigh and closed the messenger bag up again.

"Buff's Watcher is a British bloke. Glasses, perfect haircuit... fancy suits... You'll know him when you find him. Miles, or Styles or somethin'. His name was on the invite card he sent me, but I tossed it awhile ago. I'm sure they'll be precisely what you're after, they got a whole... giant team... of angry teenagers fighting shit like what we just dealt with out there."

Ares has posed:
    "Yeah, you're coming with me." He looks at her levelly, a step bringing him closer so he can look down at her. "You'll need to back me up on what I saw, and be a form of introduction. You're a staggeringly good fighter and we'll probably need you. And, to be honest, they might not take me seriously and I might have to go it alone, so I'm hoping you'll stick around."
    John Aaron looks at her levelly and then spreads his hands. "That sound good? Or are you going to give me a hard time about that?" He picks up the bag and slings it over one shoulder, then starts to button up his jacket so that he's nicely settled. A good wad of cash is left on the counter and he gestures towards the door. "C'mon."

Faith Lehane has posed:
Faith heard this and she just looked up at him as he walked all up on her. She sighed and just shook her head side to side. "I'll come." She said to him. "I'll give you a hard time though, of course!" She smirked then up at the much taller man. "Its not every day that I get to bother a God afterall. I'm already starting to consider all manner'a good jokes that I can bother you with."

Faith exhaled then sharply, smirked at him again and and lifted up the messenger bag on her hip. "You got me free stuff, thats enough to get a little bit of 'Faith Time' ... So... well done, Muscle Man, you just got yourself a new god damn partner." And she went to slap him good and hard on his left bicep. "Whew... pure iron... Be-still my beating heart!" She mockingly fanned at herself then.

Ares has posed:
    "See, that's the way to look on the bright side." As they walk he gestures towards the small stack of paper goods and he says, "Grab yourself a notepad and a pen and get to work. You can start to write down words that rhyme with Mars and Ares." As he says this he starts to mosey his way towards the back room, reaching that open door he shoulders it open and holds it for her. And then when she smacks him in the arm he smirks at him.
    "See that's another benefit." He starts to walk down the alley and says off-handedly to his new partner, "If you took off then there'd be a /way/ less chance I'd sleep with you." He delivers that dead pan, and smirks to himself. Maybe she knows him well enough at this point to discern if he's joking. Then again... maybe not.