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(OOC: Following this...)

Alex, carrying two swords and a leather case whose contents are probably best left unidentified, along with a couple of knives hanging on his belt.

David, weaponless (he doesn't need them, after all), close on Alex's heels.

Faith, carrying more visible weapons than any of the others - a battle-axe almost as big as she is strapped to her back, holy water in little glass bottles stuck in pockets on a utility-type belt slung around her waist, a lighter and a can of aeresol hair spray in the same belt, and one visible stake.

Connor, katana slung over his back.

Van Helsing, carrying his crossbow and Tojo blades, a shotgun slung over his shoulder.

And leading the way, Natalie, medical bag in hand, opening the door for the others.

All of them look like they might be planning to kill something.

That's probably because they are.

(OOC: For reasons of plot, this thread is locked - Richard can engage, but all others, reactions if you like, but don't try to stop them. They're kinda in a hurry and you probably don't wanna get in their way.)

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Richard steps out of the kitchens with a case of formula in one arm, and Joshua in a sling around his neck.

"What's going on?"

"Nick's being tortured," Faith says, briskly, stopping in her tracks to give Richard a Slayer Look. "We're gonna stop it."

"We're going to get him back," he says, simply, as Alex stands, Not Talking, looking murderous. "Do remember where my Will is stored, won't you?"

He's not smiling, though, but neither does he plan to die.

He nods.

"Right, hold on just a moment."

He sets the formula down and runs to the kitchens and comes back a moment later with a duffel bag.

"It's a case of blood and a couple of first aid kits."

He hands it to David, pulls him into a hug, and then steps back and unbelts his knife.

"Here, take her with you. She's never let me down."

And no talk of Wills, beloved. Come home safe to us.

He hugs Richard back, tightly, and nods.

"Thank you, love."

He takes the knife with some trepidation: she's Richard's. But he straps her on, hefts the bag onto his back, and kisses Joshua's head.

I'll be back. I'm a bad penny.

He looks around at the others.

"Shall we go?"

David isn't the only member of the party that's got a will floating around.

Slayers, after all, are not the most long-lived of creatures.

But Faith's is tucked safely away with Bar, and no words are necessary for that.

She nods, once, briskly, at Richard, and then turns, following Nat and the others out the door (http://www.livejournal.com/users/nick_b_knight/12159.html).

[ooc: if you need a last-minute watcher for Joshua, can put Michael in this thread. just give the word]

{ooc: I think that Richard is staying behind, but thank you! ^_^}

[ooc: no problem. offer stands if he ends up going]