14957/Weird Nothings

Weird Nothings
Date of Scene:	18 April 2023
Location:	The Magic Box, Sunnydale
Synopsis:	Faith keeps Angel up to date on Memory Demons by bringing one to The Box where a random drunk takes shelter..?
Cast of Characters:	Faith Lehane, Angel

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'Faith Lehane has posed:
Today is mostly quiet and not many customers are coming in, probably because of a loud and noisy festival one block over stealing all the customers

Either way, ever since she was given an invitation here, Faith has been spending more time, specifically lurking in the back room to ogle the weapons, although occasionally she might lift something if she thinks no one is looking..

However it looks like someone forgot to lock the back door to the training room today and some homeless drunk guy slipped in and passed out on the exercise mat..

'Angel has posed:
Angel stretches walking in looking around. "I both missed and hoped I'd never have to come back to this..." He trails off spotting the homeless drunk. "OK who forgot to lock the damned door?" He asks that Irish lilt starting to show through again. "Alright ya piss drunk bastard up ya go." He chuckles. "Some things never change I'll bet it was Xander who forgot to lock up." Angel chuckles to himself.

'Faith Lehane has posed:
The drunk seems to be enjoying a nice little slumber as he starts to snore softly. poor guy is probably tired after a chilly night

But it seems the clerk is too busy at the front of the store right at the moment as a group of teens spill in through the front doors to see what's going on out back

However, someone else *does* come running in from the alley, oh hey that's Faith - wearing a pair of weird glowy green sunglasses, breathing a bit lightly as if she's been running for quite some time

"Hey, did you see a homeless guy come in here?" she asks as pokes her head in, and spying him - and something else that only she can see apparently, she curses under her breath and leaps towards Angel, attempting to tackle him to the ground

"Down!"

Oddly enough, there doesn't seem to be anyone else there, but Angel can probably smell something demonic-like that just appeared in the room albeit invisible apparently..

'Angel has posed:
Angel tosses the homeless guy out back and does a Spin kick to the direction Faith is leaping and in which that smell is emanating!. "Faith what in the bloody hell are ye doin' here lass?" He growls shoving the door to the training room closed. "I thought ye didnae want to be around Buf?"

'Faith Lehane has posed:
Faith Lehane blinks and darts to the side, ducking as Angel's well placed kick hits home. Followed by a demonic sounding grunt as something hits the floor. Faith grins, "What's it look like, Angelface?" she grins, rushing at the invisible demon, apparently brandishing claws of some dirt on her hands as she takes a swipe at it. "Fighting invisible demons.." she arches a brow at the hint of Irish, looking amused but suddenly a second invisible force rushes at Angel from behind, though probably smellable and hearable by his superior senses.

'Angel has posed:
Angel sniffs. "Uck that smells awful." Back elbow to it's throat. "Ye feckin git." He growls a boot on its throat pulling out a beautiful 1700's Irish rapier. "Well ye' coulda told me ye were in town love."

'Faith Lehane has posed:
Faith Lehane shakes her head and laughs, tearing into the first demon as Angel rounds on the second, "Ooh did ya miss me? is that why your accent seems thicker today?" she smirks and winks at him before delivering a slicing motion to the first demon's neck, causing it to cough and sputter as it collapses to the floor. "Heh, I almost forgot about your super senses, guess you don't need these crazy shades afterall.."

'Angel has posed:
Angel chuckles and shoves the Rapier into the demon's throat. "Miss ye, yea maybe." He teases back twisting the blade in that throat. "Ah my accent is thick because I took a holiday back home to Ireland." Pulling the blade and wiping the blood upon him. "Seein'em would help but I don't necessarily needem."

'Faith Lehane has posed:
Faith Lehane mock pouts, tilting her head as she kicks the demon's foot away as it thrashes in a death shake. She's hardly merciful with her prey

"Seriously? A trip to Ireland and you never thought to call me? I'm hurt." she peers at the two bodies before glancing around with a sigh, pulling off her shades.

"Looks like that's all for now but man do these shades give me a headache."

'Angel has posed:
Angel chuckles shething his rapier and cover that antique weapon with his leather duster. "Well it was a bit of a spontaneous trip faith, needed to get me head straight, and visit me old family home and the cemetary." He says leaning against the wall. "I'll tell ye' and bring ye' along next toime aye?"