[ voice ] [ locked ] if you think you're hurting you ain't seen nothing yet

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Listen up, because I'm going to say this once and that's it.

[ for once, faith's not on the network to troll or accidentally flash her tits. she's grimly serious here, y'all. ]

Back the fuck off the b-- off Angel. Quit mentioning Cordelia, don't try and remind him she was here, nothing. And Red and Wes, if I hear you're looking up spells we're gonna have a serious freaking issue, you hear me?

Leave it the hell alone. I'm not gonna say it this nice again.

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[ ooc | post is filtered away from angel and dru and then faith realized she has no fucking idea who cordelia hung out with, so she just left it there and it's therefore open unless you're dru or angel. ]

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[stacked]

I stutter or something? No freaking idea. And we're not gonna give him one.

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[greenballadeer.livejournal.com]

I hadn't seen him in a while, but I thought he might've just locked himself up somewhere for an industrial-strength brooding session.

[a long pause, then a sigh.] You're right. The way this town can get, we need Angel at his best. No use getting him all - [He clears his throat, then a little more softly:] I mean, it's not like he doesn't already know that she's dead. What she went through.

It's gonna be tough, Faith. Keeping it from him.

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Nah, he's around. He just doesn't have a clue on this one.

[ faith hesitates, uncharacteristically. ] You wanna explain that one to Wes, I'm gonna owe you one of those chick drinks you like. He's freaking the fuck out on this one. Like I'm gonna let him pull another jackassed move like he did with Angelus, talking shit to the big guy and trying to make him remember. I'm the chick who gets to deal with whatever the hell happens when Angel flips his shit about this, not him, and he's talking like I'm--

[ stop, breathe, try not to kick a hole in the wall. ] Anyway, not like he listens to jack I say. Just might take it easier, coming from you.

...Not to get all bumpersticker on you, but what the hell is? Just gotta suck it up is all.

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[greenballadeer.livejournal.com]

I think we talked about it a couple nights ago, when Cordy first disappeared - I had a drink or twelve too many and my brain's a bit fuzzy about what happened.

I'll try to explain to Wes. He's just missing part of the picture, because he doesn't understand why Connor leaving is so important. One or the other Angel might be able to handle, but both? He'll either go Rambo on us or hide in a cave Rip Van Winkle-style. Wes doesn't know the story behind Connor, so he just doesn't get it.

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[ this is just a long silence, and then: ]

Thanks. I mean it, I'm not-- just not cut out for shit like this, is all. Give me something to kill, I'm good. Talking's less good.