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[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Faith and Anita walk through the front doors together, both looking...really quite pleased with themselves. Faith's dressed in her catsuit, carrying her motorcycle under her arm, twirling a stake in her fingers, and she tosses off a salute as she and Anita part company, heading for her suite.

A few minutes later, she re-emerges, sans motorcycle but still dressed in the clingy leather, and heads for the bar.

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[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Faith reaches back and smacks her across the face - not hard, not enough to do any serious damage, but certainly enough to be felt.

"Isabel! Fight it! Don't let her do this!"

[alien-isabel.livejournal.com]

But there's no reaction. Her breathing is shallow, like one in a coma, and while her head moves with the slap, her eyes don't even flicker. She's not registering the feeling at all.

[antarianmax.livejournal.com]

There's a rustle of kingly red robes -

- the sound of angry, clomping feet -

- and a voice.

Get out!

Max and Zan stand there, suddenly, as one, eyes filled with an as of yet unseen rage - Rath's familliar with it, but none of the others - and while part of him is sorrysosorry to everyone else who feels what he may be feeling, he is Not Happy. Not At All.

Vilandra, don't pretend for a minute you don't know me. Zan. Listen. Get OUT. You have to work TOGETHER, if you fight each other - do you not remember what the Aes Sedai said? If you fight her, you lose. You lose EVERYTHING.

He never opens his mouth.

[rebelheartalien.livejournal.com]

Rath cringes in Michael's head, even though the rage isn't meant for him.

"Max, we should get her out of the main bar."

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Faith stands up, lifting Isabel with her, looking at Max.

Who looks...really hot right now, actually.

"My suite," she says, and turns, carrying her friend down the hall to her room and putting her carefully down on the couch (http://www.livejournal.com/users/faithful_slayer/17736.html).