215/Goings On

Goings On
Date of Scene:	29 April 2017
Location:	Bludhaven
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Faith Lehane, Willow Rosenberg, Tara Maclay, 127, Constantine, Amethyst

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Faith Lehane has posed:
Late afternoon on a rainy Saturday.

Faith hadn't slept in the past 36 hours. She'd been up all night after being attacked by a group of Vamps that recognized her for the girl that they were sent to kill... It'd been a hectic night, and she hadn't exactly come out of it unscathed either... She was hiding injuries as of right now, beneath her clothing of a dark red tanktop and black jeans that had holes in the knees.

Faith came into the coffee shop, looking like a total disaster. She was soaking wet and her clothing was stuck to her like a second skin, her hair was plastered to her head and she was cut above the eye and on the lip.

But she was still of high spirits! Probably because she was drunk... very drunk. Faith sauntered over to the counter and started to immediately flirt with the young man behind it, who looked alarmed, concerned, worried and still interested? Guys are so gross.

Others in the coffee shop looked concerned for the girl, but nervous in-general because people are scared little sheep like that. Some people were choosing to leave ASAP though.

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
Sitting at the coffee shop, her elbow on the table, her chin on the heel of her palm as she looks out into the rain. She sighs softly. It hurts, but she's starting to accept that Oz is not coming back. She is starting to think about maybe joining that wicca circle at the college. Maybe losing herself in magic would help.

Tara Maclay has posed:
There's another woman right behind Faith and approaching the counter. She's younger and smaller, a fairly average brunette with wide blue eyes and a round face. There's silence that follows as she pensively chews on her bottom lip, book bag clutched in front of her and a copy of 'Two Gentlemen of Verona' braced over the top of the canvas to rest like a body in a hammock.

Tara looks around slowly. Each person is noted and quietly filed away. Her eyes linger briefly o nWillow but then she finds Faith- and blinks, profusely. Her eyes widen further for a second and she pauses briefly. "A-are you al..." The man behidn the counter is speaking and she trails off, slowly dropping her eyes to the floor.

Faith Lehane has posed:
Faith hadn't noticed Willow yet, whith was probably great for Willow.

She did, however, notice the voice behind her when Tara spoke... but it took her a few seconds to wrap up the deal with the guy behind the counter. She wanted free food... He just wanted her out of the damn store, so he was obliging and wrapping up some pastries and making her a coffee.

Faith turned around then and looked at the shy Tara with her chin down. The Slayer took a moment to look the girl over, head to toe, then back up again and she flashed a big grin at her, causing the cut on her lip to open up again and little bit of blood to build up there on her lowerlip.

"I'm right as rain, Sweet Cheeks." She said to Tara, the smell of alcohol thick on her breath. Faith reached out and gave Tara a nice clap on her left shoulder (which would feel very strong).

"Thanks for worrying about me though. I mean, thats some seriously good morals. Better than MOST people have. Right?"

Faith looked then at the others in the Coffee shop and thats when she noticed Willow.

"Red!" Faith shouted way too loudly. "My BFF!" She went to walk to Willow, with her arms held out wide, her body still dripping with every step she took from the rain soaked clothes and skin.

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
The only person that calls her Red is Spike. So when the yell of the nickname sounds, she looks around and sees... Her eyes go wide. Oh gods! It's the vampire from the Bronze! She told Xander and Buffy about the meeting she had with this woman the last time they met, Spike's new squeeze.

She reaches for her coffee cup, looking around for an easy way of retreat. It's an open air coffee shop. In the middle of town. The only 'retreat' available is into the street where she is even more susceptable.

So, instead, she offers a shy smile. "Hey! Ummm... it's you! Wow! You look... wet. What happened to your... coat!"

Tara Maclay has posed:
Tara's brows furrow when she's called 'Sweet Cheeks'. it looks like the girl mgiht een respond but she's taken aback by the 'pat' on the shoulder. "Ow,' she complains quietly afterward, quickly followed by a slight smile and a weakl, slightly breahtly laugh. She reaches up to rub her shoulder then and watches as aFaith steps away fro mher.

Now Tara is staring, albeit just a little. Those brows furrow agian in obvious perplexity but instead of commenting she just watches as the woman is walking away. Then a voice calls her to reality. "...Listen, ma'am, there's a line.. If you aren't going to order could you- just..." Tara's gaze snaps to the counter and she briefly looks stricken. She quickly shuffles out of the way to let the young man with the mohawk behind her place his own order instead.

Coffee? No coffee. A small price to pay to avoid potential conflict. Tara continues to observe Faith and Willow from her place to the left of the counter, apparently dumbstruck.

Onyx Koumori (127) has posed:
Sunset. The moment the sun sets, in a dark basement, a small bat-like woman awakens, and adjusts her goggles. Only one thing is on her mind. Hunger. She zooms out of the place and starts prowling the city, moving at incredible speeds, and leaving a dark trail behind her as she starts looking for congregations - ears perked for trouble. She doesn't want to be a monster... but she has to feed. So... finding criminals seems to be the compromise. Wait... someone smells good... mmmmmmm... blood... powerful blood. The small woman heads towards that potent scent, getting as close as she can without being observed - but though the usn's set, it's not fully dark yet...

Faith Lehane has posed:
And the drunken Slayer settles into the seat right beside Willow, her bare wet arms stretch out across the table and she leans forward to lay her head down ontop of her naked wet elbows... her eyes locked on Willow, a big smile on her red (and bleeding) lips. "It was stolen." She told her BFF, then her head was shook against her arms. "I'm gonna get back here in a bit though. I just need'a fuel up. You know? Get my batteries charged again. Then I'll go back out and start... CLEANIN UP THIS DAMN TOWN!" She shouted that last part, rising up again and throwing her hands up in the air, turning heads around them once more.

Faith's order is placed right down next to Tara where she's scurried herself out of the way. Faith, takes notice of this and points RIGHT AT TARA. "Hey, Sweet Cheeks." She said at her, then didn the 'come hither' finger motion. "Be a doll, and bring me my grub?"

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
Willow is trying so hard not to shake right now. She's scared. This vampire, the one that has sat down at her table, is yelling, smelling of booze and bleeding. She holds onto her coffee cup like a security blanket and hopes her friend, the Slayer, shows up soon.

She notices the food that Faith has ordered. She doesn't actually recall seeing a vampire eat before. though Spike does drink. Copiously! She then notices the girl with said 'grub'. There is something about the stranger. Maybe her shy nature. Maybe the cute way her hair pulls over her ears. All Willow knows is that when the Vampire starts calling her Sweet Cheeks, she feels protective of he other woman.

Tara Maclay has posed:
"What? No way! Get your own food," is what Tara wants to say when she is told to get Faith's food. Instead the girl blinks once. She watches with wide eyes and then slowly shifts her blue gaze over to the counter and then back to the drunkard who is gesturing to her. She swallows, hard.

"I-I, ah... Sure," comes that small, soft voice and then tara turns and moves to the counter to collect Faith's order. Soon the brown haired girl is standing quietly beside two strangers holding a boisterous drunk's food and looking like if she were cpable of shrinking she'd hide underneath the table. Instead she takes a deep breath and exhales. "Here you go."

Tara locks eyes with Willow for second. It's like a plea for help.

Onyx Koumori (127) has posed:
Onyx Koumori peeks through the window, that alluring scent drawing her in - three females sitting at a table. One of them is bleeding slgihtly, but it's not normal blood. It's... potent. She doesn't know how tog et in - there's too many people... She tries to figure out how to handle this situation... she ponders as she reaches up intoher hair and gets her pet rat Templeton, and sends him in - a small gray rat, for reconaissance.

Faith Lehane has posed:
"So whats up, Red?" Faith asked then. "No homework tonight?" She asked further. "NOthing good on basic cable television?" She asked yet even further.

But when Tara arrived with her food, she went all grabby-hands and accepted the bag and then the coffee, set it down in her lap and tore the back open literally, until it was all laying on her wet lap like the food was on a homemade paper napkin.

"Sweet Cheeks." Faith said, without looking at her. "You're a keeper. I want you to know that." And then the Slayer's booted right foot kicked the chair across from Willow back a bit. "Sit with us." Faith said bluntly, before lifting up one of the buttered rolls and then jamming it into mouth. She munched on it then, a big happy look on her face to have food in her system again... and she looked between her two new best friends.

... completely unaware of a scout mouse.

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
"Oh, you know, all my assignments done and nothing to do but wait for my friends. Of which I have two. WHo will be here. Soon. I hope." Nothing quite like the threat of a vampire that wants to, as she put it, "Clean out this town" to make a Scooby nervous.

Willow sees that plea for help in the other shy girl's face and grabs for it. "Oh! You're here!" she says, hoping the note of desperation isn't too obvious in her voice. "I didn't even see you show up! You should have said something! Sit!" She offers the stool next to her, every sentence having that urgency to it. If this drunk, slutty vampire is going to target someone, at least with there being two of them there is less of a chance it will be them? Okay, that is kind of pandering to the whole rape culture thing, but you take what you can. Faith tells Tara that she's a keeper and the redhead's eyes go wide. Oh sweet Hecate! Spike's new plaything is planning on turning this poor girl into a vampire too? She must protect her!!

"So... umm... my friend should be here soon," she tells Tara with a nod that says 'back me up here'. "Buffy. You'll love her. She's a real scream! You could say she's a real slayer!" The redhead glances to Faith when she says that one word. This will be the cincher. If the dark haired drunk reacts, Willow will know she's a vampire

Tara Maclay has posed:
On the other hand Tara is staring intensely at Faith when she's ordered to sit. Unlike the relatively innocuous request to bring food the terror of sitting is quite severe and she actually freezes rather than immediately complying. It looks like Tara might even pull away from the table despite Faith's overwhelming presence.

Then Willow speaks. Tara's gaze slowly shifts to the girl in question, the one whose help she had been wordlessly requesting through the language only spoken by shy teens and street faire mimes. She nods slowly and then slides into the seat that was indicated for her. "O-oh, yeah. No, um. Buffy sent me up ahead," Tara agrees while speaking much too quickly, word slightly quishe together so that she can get the mout in a single breath.

"I was- um. Yeah. told me to tel lyou she was, um... Late..." trailing off again tara locks the doe-eyed gaze of prey in the lair of a predator upon Faith and scoots just a bit closer to Willow.

Constantine has posed:
"Coffee is a fundamental part of being on his plane," John explains to Amethyst as he pushes open the door to the coffee shop. "That and this is where the girl I wanted to introduce you to is." His accent is pure lower-class Brit (Liverpudlian, in fact, if anyone would catch it...but dragged through the dirt). Skinny jeans, cuffed over combat boots, along with a button-up shirt and a tan jacket make up his usual outfit. He turns and flicks the remains of his cigarette out into the gutter before he turns and scans the area. He spots Willow and raises a hand before point to Amethyst and mouthing the words 'Be nice. She's one of us.' Then again, that could have been understood as anything. "Go meet the redhead. Oh, and Tara is here. Aces. I'll get us coffee." With that the man turns and stalks over to the counter.

Amethyst has posed:
"Uuuuuh, Yee-ow-okay." Amaya slurs as John moves off and the tall blonde is left standing by the door. She blinks and shrugs with a slow teenage sigh before walking over to "the redhead". The princess is still trying to blend in in jeans and a black leather jacket over a purple tee with boots on. To those who sense magic she might as well be a beacon sadly, there isn't much blending in that sense really. Walking over, she scuffs her boots as she moves and looks around for Tara.

Onyx Koumori (127) has posed:
Onyx Koumori decides this isn't working... and she decides to try something else. Especially with two more people showing up. Maybe... maybe they can help er find someone to feed on. She calls Templeton back who nestles happily in her slate-gray hair... as she walks into the coffee shop. She would be a strange thing - 4'6", with bat-ears, and a tail, wearing thick goggles with a faint cyan glow under them as she just looks around, glancing towards Faithmore than once and that small cut on her lip, licking her lips as she studies the new environment.

Faith Lehane has posed:
Faith's attention was on her food, not really what Tara and Willow were saying at this point. She was stuffing that buttered roll down her mouth and fiddling with the other pastries on the paper. "Someone actually named their kid 'Buffy'?" She says then with a half snort and a shake of her head. "You two are adorable, I swear. I just wanna eat you up." She DID hear tahe word Slayer come from Willow though and that made her look up...

But thats when John and Amethyst were seen... They looked like Cops. "Shit." Faith muttered and quickly rolled her food up in the ripped bag on her lap.

Faith looked then between Willow and Tara. "I was never here, okay!" She told them, freaked-out-eyes aimed at the two Good Girls.

Her coffee cup was picked up and the soaking-wet-drunken-Slayer stood and started to make for the back of the coffee place, hoping to find an altnernate exit.

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
Willow can't help herself. As Spike's girlfriend, who isn't actually Spike's girlfriend, talks about eating her and the other girl up, she just reaches for her hand in fear. And the look up at the mention of the Slayer and then the immediate need to run? Oh no, that is not helping Faith's image about not being a vampire one little bit. Of course, she doesn't know that Giles' friend, Constantine is behind her. So the look of fear from Faith had to be because of the mention of the Slayer. Had to be!

As Faith high tails it out of the coffee shop, Willow turns to the girl sitting with her. "Are you okay? You're not hurt at all?" She offers a shy smile to the stranger, still holding her hand and .... something happens. For the first time since he ran off, Willow isnt thinking of Oz. Just... Wow. She has the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen.

Tara Maclay has posed:
"No. She, um... I... I-it was just coffee," Tara responds sheepishly to Willow, though she's smiling quietly as she speaks. Tara squeezes Willow's hand reflecively, those blue eyes staring back into Willow's in turn. It's hard to imagine she isn't mirroring the redhead's thoughts. With just a hint of trepidation.

"...Oh! Uncle John...?" The tension snaps as tara jerks to whip her head around and look toward the door where Amethyst and Constantine have just entered the Cafe. She waves at them with both hands, smiling excitedly and gesturing toward the table.

No, Faith hasn't been forgotten. Looking over at her gives Tara the strange impression she's on some kind of a dinner menu so she just does her best to pretend it isn't something she needs to worry about. Like the myth about ostritches burying their heads into the sand.

Constantine has posed:
John looks like a 30 year old punk hanging barely onto the fact that he is a Millenial. Hair shaved close around the side, long on top, the coat, the boots. He looks about as far from a cop as possible. He stares at the weird bat girl for a moment and slowly shakes his head, before turning back to the barista. "Right, luv. Here you go." he pays in crumpled cash and steps away from the counter to wait for his and Amethyst's drinks.

He does make his way over to the side area of the counter to wait, though, which ends up putting him between Faith and the back door. He flashes a lopsided smile. "Oh, 'scuse me, luv. You know me niece?," he asks curiously as he gestures back towards Tara. "Why you in such a hurry? Relax! Nobody is going to bite. Well, 'cept maybe her." He points to the weird bat...thing.

Amethyst has posed:
Oh good, Tara and the rehhead are together and there's an open seat! Amaya wanders over and sits down, the purple eyed young woman offering them both a smile before she studies the bat girl. "Weird, you guys have werebats?" She asks and leans on the table. "Hi Tara, the redhead, John is getting coffee-which I am told is important, not sure if that's a John thing or true." She admits and brushes her hare back from her face.

Onyx Koumori (127) has posed:
Onyx Koumori frowns as she sits at a nearby table, just asking for a cup of water. Taht's all she can drink really, other than... the other. She glanceso ver, as the one wtih the tasty blood is leaving. Oh well. Then... she starts wondering what a werebat is. Is that what she is? She was told she was a mutant... She has a lot of doubts, her ears perked up as she listens for trouble - troube means a guilt-free meal.

Faith Lehane has posed:
Faith comes to a sliding halt as John steps in front of her and her big brown eyes go the shape of saucers. She's still drenched, head to toe from the rain outside and has no jacket on, so her dark red tanktop and jeans are plastered to her body and her hair is a clumpy mess... she's also cut over her right eye and on her bottom lip, but the lip is a fresh wound and its gone down to her small chin with a streak of red blood.

Faith tried to recover herself in front of John. "Nah, nah... 'Guy'." She said at him, in an almost accusing voice. "I'm five by five." Alcohol was thick on her breath, she was drunk as a skunk.

But she looked back at Onyx when John mentioned her and it made her eyes narrow, watching the Bat-girl sit down at a table. Faith just then laughed, and shook her head. "Yeah... this twon is more messed up than I am."

Faith would move to then go around John for the back exit if not otherwise obstructed, clutching her coffee and bag of food up against her chest.

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
When Tara pulls her hand away, that moment of connection is gone. Goodness! What *was* that?! Willow finds herself rather embarrassed at the moment and looking around everywhere in the cafe, brushing back a bit of her hair and getting a goofy grin on her face. Whatever it was, it felt nice.

The blonde sits with them then and Willow looks confused. This was not the blonde she was expecting. Wait, did the other girl say uncle? It's all going so fast and Willow's head turns to try to follow all the conversations happening at once. "Wait, were-bats? Is that a thing?" She looks over at the girl mentioned and arches a brow. "Oh, she's probably just an anime fan. The college has conventions all the time." Typical Sunnydale excuse making. Even with being in the know for as long as she has been, Willow sometimes slips into the old habits.

Tara Maclay has posed:
"Haha. Werebat. What?" For a second Tara is smiling and playing along with the details being laid out but then she looks stricken. Blue eyes widen as her gaze snaps to John. "A-a-is that actually a... thing? I mean..." Tara swallows hard and then she twists in her seat and glancss at Willow, nodding once quickly before dropping her gaze to the table in front of her.

"Oh, um. Hi, Amaya," Tara manages in an almist inaudible voice. She nods slowly, gaze then swiveling over toward Onyx and then shifting to John. "C-coffee? Definitely one of the, um, five majro food groups. Like cookies." With that opinion given she shifts to watching Onyx. She might thin kshe's subtle about it but that is a moving goal post.

Constantine has posed:
The Brit chuckles softly and nods to Faith as he cocks his head to the side to take in the wounds on her...and the scent of alcohol. "You...need to take a breath. Relax. Sober up a hint." One hand is on the counter top, casually tracing a shape with his fingertip. As she moves to pass him his other hand subtely take a specific shape, with two fingers out, one fully folded, and one partially folded. He then lightly pokes her elbow as she passes...and completely burns the alcohol out of her system with a very basic spell. It -also- works as a basic pain-killer.

"You should stick around," he states simply. "My niece can use all the friends she can get. Awkward little bit." He then takes the two cups of coffee and steps around her, making his way over to where the others sit. "Ms. Rosenberg...I was planning to introduce Tara and Amethyst to you. I have a feeling the Gang could use them." he slides into a chair with them, and hands Amethyst her coffee.

"Sure, why not?," he asks Tara. "What is it the Bard said when he wasn't riding wenches or getting wasted in taverns and turning in his manuscripts late? 'There are more things in heaven and Earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy. Willow, Amethyst. Amethyst, Willow."

Amethyst has posed:
"Amaya, actually. Amethyst is my House's name." The blonde corrects. She looks up at John then back. "It's like my last name-more or less." She offers out a hand and seems to consider the better of it, drawing hers back quickly. "Nice to meet ya Willow." She offers and seems to consider Tara's wisdom. "Cookies as a food group? Agreed. I see the sense in that." She grins and glances around John to Onyx and Faith. "So-are with the wet one? I've seen her before..." She nods to Faith.

Onyx Koumori (127) has posed:
Onyx Koumori just sighs softly. "So hungry... but... I can't eat here..." she whispers softly, sighing softly as she lowers her eyes. "I... I don't want to be a monster..." She's muttering softly to herself, her tail swishing, her ears flattening - they sure LOOK real.

Faith Lehane has posed:
Faith didn't really register the touch, because she was awake for almost 2 full days now and she'd been pretty damned hammered off some booze she'd swiped from a lkqour store down the street. So the touch sobered her up, but after ward she just looked back over her shoulder at John, stared at him with confusion lacing her face... then she looked to all three of the others at the table together.

It was clear that she was pondering her options for the briefest of moments. "Nah." Faith said then, smiling. "Not my kinda crowd." She said then, glancing at Onyx once more... she could now easily tell that Onyx was indeed a Vampire and the desire to put a wooden stick through the small Bat-girl's chest was nearly overwhelming... but it could wait, for another time.

"Enjoy your coffee, Pops." She said to Constantine then, looked down at the wet and ripped bag of uneaten rolls, and the coffee cup in her hands. She tossed them into the garbage beside her and then headed out, swining the exit door open and disappearing into the alley.

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
When Constantine sits at the table then, Willow sighs with relief. And after a few moments, she clues in. The girl next to her is Tara. The blonde that isn't Buffy is Amaya. "I'm Ravenclaw myself," she tells her when she mentions her house being Amethyst. "Which school is that? Uagadou? Beauxbaton?"

"I'm glad you got here when you did, Constantine, sir. We were just having to deal with a vampire talking about eating me and... " She looks then to Tara and smiles, then looks away with a blush. "Ummm. Tara, you said? So, yeah. And Buffy isn't answering her texts." She then notices Faith leaving. "That's her. She was wearing Spike's leather long coat the other day. Strong. Talking about clearing out the town." She tries to fill in Giles' friend/replacement as much as she can.

Onyx Koumori (127) has posed:
Onyx Koumori perks her ears up as she focuses on Willow. She has never met a 'real' vampire before and is curious, her be-goggled eyes focusing on her - but... her stomach growls... and with a blur of motion she departs, and hopes to find some guilt-free food. She has no idea what she is doing - but that woman with hei nteresting blood... didn't seem to liek her much.

Constantine has posed:
Well, John tried. He waves off the 'sir' when Willow uses it, making a face of displeasure. He brings his coffee to his lips and takes a long sip before he settles back into his seat to get nice and comfortable. "Her?," he asks as he glances back at Faith, and then back towards the group. "She is no Vampire, luv. I'd know. The weird bat-thing is, though. Not like one I've seen before, though." He shrugs a shoulder and loops an arm over the back of his seat, getting comfortable. "One thing you're gonna have to learn, red, is that not all monsters are the enemy. Some can be frenemies. I live next door to a former Archduke of Hell. Belphagor. he runs a group that finds homes for abandoned cats now. Worst demon ever. Pleasant chap."

He is certainly different from Giles. He glances over as the vampire vanishes with a blur, and his brow furrows a bit. "This town, kids. I tell ya..."

Amethyst has posed:
"Huh?" Amaya blinks at Willow and shakes her head. "No-as in my family are the House of Amethyst. I'm umm, not from around this plane." She offers and picks up the coffee. She sips it carefully and arches her brows. "So bitter. I think you could strip paint with this." She tells John and takes another sip all the same. Faith and Onxy leaving draw an interested "Huh." but it doesn't seem to be pressing John so she relaxes. "So...you are in that group John thinks we'd fit in-Tara and I?" She asks with a look to Tara and back to Willow.

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
When John assures Willow that Faith wasn't a vampire, she looks uncertain. Mind you, she's just the research girl and sometimes witch. She tends to leave the vampires to Buffy. When the bat-thing is mentioned again, Willow turns to try and look at her, but she's gone. Just the four of them now, and in the presence of a much better witch then she is likely to ever be, Willow relaxes.

"Oh, I know. Like Angel. He's a vampire, but he has a soul and he fights with Buffy." She holds onto her coffee cup then and when Amaya reveals that she meant an actual house, Willow offers a nervous smile. "I knew that. I was ... testing you!" She somehow doubts that anyone is going to buy that.

"Yeah, I'm with a small group of people. It's just the four of us right now. Unless you count," there is a roll of the eyes then. "Anya. And we could always have more help with the research. Xander gets distracted so easily. You know, with things like girls. Or food. Or well, anything really."

Tara Maclay has posed:
Amaya is favoured with a smile when she takes a seat at the table. For his part, Constantine garners rapt attention from his niece, whose wide eyes drink in everything he has to say with care that is bordering on obsessive. She nods her head slowly after a second and then licks her lips, folding her hands ino her lap.

"Well, the monsters- have to live around here to, right? I mean, if they didn't have to, um, eat people..." The girl trails off and hten shakes her head slowly. "Does your group have a name...?" She asks Willlow after that, tilting her head slightly as she does. "Willow is a really pretty name." A beat. "I mean..." She delicately clears her throat while counting names. Xander... Anya...

Constantine has posed:
The man lounges back in his seat and sips his coffee as he glances between everyone to listen to them talk. "Not all of them eat people," John adds idly. "But there certainly - are- some bad things out there that love being bad. And that is what the Slayer is for." John idly picks some lint from the arm of his chair.

"Xander is...well. Xander is special." John leaves it at that, briefly glancing in the direction Faith went, a comtemplative expression on his face.

Amethyst has posed:
"Ah, ok. Well..." Amaya seems to consider the information given around and tries an easier tactic than btws magical princess. "So I'm the Lord of Order for my homeworld, John calls me here from time to time for back up, or you know-things that need the extra magic touch." She rolls her eyes and sips at her coffee. "I guess you guys need some magic muscle?" She studies Willow, considering. Tara she knows can at least see her illusion magics so she offers Willow a hand. If she takes it Willow might be able to sense the magic overflowing from Amaya.

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
John calling Xander special gets a momentary glare from Willow. Not that it isn't true, but Xander is *her* Zeppo! Only *she* gets to call him special like that! But she realizes she is probably over-reacting and nods.

Amaya gets a wide eyed stare. "HOmeworld? Wow! So, we need an extra magical touch? I mean, I know I'm still figuring things out, but I'm not too shabby. You know, I helped put Angel's soul back in when he lost it." Taking the offered hand, Willow feels that surge of power and then nods her head. "Or... you know, I could just stand back and let you do it, since, you know, you seem to have things covered."

She pulls her hand free, smiling and feeling a little overwhelmed and like she is probably the weakest one at the table. And she had been doing so well too. When complimented on her name, Willow smiles to Tara. "I like yours too. It's all earthy."

Tara Maclay has posed:
"Yeah," Tara responds demureley to the compliment for her name, smiling shyly as she lets the sentiment watsh over her. "And yours is... like a tree." Only after saying that does the girl think it through and then she is frowning. "So, um. We all know magic," Tara starts slowly, blinking as she looks betweenthe people surrounding her again. A deep breath follows.

"And there's, um." A beat. "Willow, you were able to manipulate a vampire's soul?" Tara may have forgotten to be shy. "Wow." That smile brightens. "You're all really strong... Is Sunnydale always like this? Just stuffed full of magic and monsters and... weird bat things...?"

Constantine has posed:
John Constantine shakes his head at Willow. "No. Amaya doesn't overshadow you, or Tara. Your magic is -incredibly- different, and we'll need all the help we can get, red." If he notices the glare, he does not mention it.

He glances over when Amethyst explains herself a bit more, and he sips his coffee before offering a lopsided grin. "I should show them the House sometime, shouldn't I?" He brushes his fingers back through his hair and glances over at Tara. "All the world is, kiddo," he replies to Tara. "The things in this damn town tend to show their faces a lot more, though. And there are...more."

Amethyst has posed:
"Please don't. Oh, your The House. Yes. Then I could have company." Amethyst smiles and looks to Willow with a shake of her head. "I do-battle magic, I guess. Here I'm more of a resource if you need to get magic fast, or dig deep into your own spells safely. Besides, I have a world I belong in, I'm not always here-just as John sees fit." She offers. "No toe stepping or shadowing. I'm a generator with pretty purple blades." She winks to Willow. "You can ask Tara some time. I was telling her about my world."

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
Willow nods as John and Amaya explain that she's not actually the magical wimp of the quartet at the table. She feels relieved, though she always wonders. She keeps reading about spells that do all sorts of amazing things that she is pretty sure she could never do.

"Well, we're on a Hellmouth here. It's sort of a focal point for all things demony and bad. They can feel it, like this place is a nice place for them to be. So, here they are. Luckily, Buffy is pratolling every night. Angel too."

Tara Maclay has posed:
"Amaya's world sounds very pretty. And full of gems and things," Tara affirms, reaching up to draw a stray lock of her hair back from her face. "I want to see it sometime." She shrugs a little bit then, briefly chewing her bottom lip. But first- um. Angel is a vampire you gave a soul? And Buffy is...?" Mentions of the House don't really mean anything to Tara so she more or less disregards them othe than glancing at John to see his expressions when she speaks. Checking for commentary.

Constantine has posed:
"Every generation a girl is chosen by some otherworldly force to combat the forces of evil...blah blah blah. That's Buffy this time 'round. Spunky cheerleader type. Doubtin' she's a natural blonde." John fishes out a pack of cigarettes and pulls one out, before he catches the withering glare from the barista. The man pouts a bit and slides the pack away again.

"I won a magical, travelling house that exists in the dreamworld from Caine awhile back. We should do meet-ups there and all that. Better library then you'll find in -any- Watcher library. Pisses Ripper -right- off, dunnit?" He grins impishly.

Amethyst has posed:
"Ripper?" Amethyst asks but cheeers up. "Oh , do say we can hang out at the House. It's so odd and lonesome during my Earth trips when I'm not just getting lost in cities." Amaya points out and nods to Tara. "We can scry it some time. Not too many First Worlders come to Gemworld, it's pretty rare anyone gets through." That's ignoring the fact they could come and go the way she does.

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
Looking at the girl beside her, Constantine's niece, Willow just can't shake this desire to just really impress her. She feels silly at the same time for wanting it, but there it is. "Buffy's the Slayer. She... " She points over to John as he gives the Litany and nods. The mention of the house gets her interest, but it is the mention of Giles' nickname in college that really gets her attention. "You know about Ripper?" she asks, now fascinated. "What do you know about him?"

Tara Maclay has posed:
"Ripper," Tara mouths, blinking repeatedly as she does. Then it is back to watching the group with wide, serious eyes. She seems to be hanging on every word. Amaya gets another smile and more nods as Tara hastens to agree with a, "We can scry it a bit and maybe open a proper portal and all of us can visit you there sometime?" Tara suggests in a cheerful voice. It's nearing normal volume and so just shy of an excited shout for Tara. "Blonde, every generation, kicks monster ass," she then repeats back to affirm those words. When Willow looks over at Tara Tara looks back. Slowly. She smilees a bit as their eyes briefly meet.

Constantine has posed:
"The geezer's secrets are his own to tell, luvs. Suffice it to say he wasn't always so prim and proper."

John lifts a boot up and crosses his legs to idly toy with the laces on his tall boots as he talks. "I could send everyone to your world for a field trip sometime," he offers idly. "but only if ye want. I'm no expert on that place. You are. I figure the girls would wanna ride a...unicorn or whatever, though." He shrugs. He nods to Tara. "Well, they aren't always blonde, but yeah."

Amethyst has posed:
"It's still dangerous. Most of Dark Opal's forces were put down, but the stone is missing-so he's still technically a threat. Besides, I don't wholly have a grip on being the catalyst. That's more of a risk over there." Amaya shakes her head. "No, better to scry it for now and leave field trips off until I stop having to put down assassination attempts." The princess seems casual about that, her fingers rising to her amethyst and turquois necklace thoguthtfully. "I want to learn more about Earth magic anyway." She looks to the other girls. "Tara showed me a slick spell. I thought Earth lost it's magic eons ago!"