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"Yeah," Faith confirmed with a chuckle in her voice. "It was pretty wicked- my girl Willow did some sort of a spell, went all Gandalf the White, and unlocked the stupid 'you have to wait until one dies' rule. We didn't exactly have time to give every potential a heads up, but we're trying to some damage control now. Sort of a Slayer welcome wagon."
After a beat, she added, "Where I'm from, wicked is a good thing. Mostly."
The brunette looked around the book shop, wondering just who this guy was. He didn't seem the typical dyed-in-the-tweed Watcher, but he was sitting on a pile of books they'd probably pitch a tent just looking at. Most of it wasn't super interesting to her, but who knows- with Willow by her side, maybe Faith would learn to love a book or two. Or just the nerds who read them.
"Good. Any book with a chapter on me isn't worth keeping in a place like this," she said, crossing her arms over her chest. Not like she needed a total stranger having access to her prison records, accounts of murder and betrayal, and all that. "I get weird dreams sometimes, psychic stuff. A highlight reel of the ways all the other Slayers have died, as a sort of 'don't let this happen to you' instinct. I've never been deep into the mystic mumbo-jumbo, but Buffy got some visions. And Will- the witchy redhead- also has some experience thanks to all her mojo."
She pursed her lips with amusement before answering his last question. "Can't say no to a bacon cheeseburger, but I'll eat just about anything I can get. That's not a Slayer thing- well, the metabolism is. Not the burger," she explained before extending a hand to shake his. "I'm Faith, by the way. You Mr. Fell, from the sign?"
