The end's not near, it's here

[whattingawhat]

Wait!
Just one more time
To look into your eyes sublime
Just one more time

Hush!
Just one more kiss
To end a romance full of bliss
Just one more kiss

Hush!
Just one more night
To love you and hold you tight
Just one more night

Wait!
Just one more word
To tell you, you were my world
Please just one more word.

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[slutbomb]

She doesn't cast spells, and she doesn't burn herbs. Faith's not too hard to figure out: punching and stabbing are her fortes, but recently she'd added some fortification and defense skills to her repertoire. She'll have to add attempted negotiation skills to the list soon.

All in all, it means she ain't too shabby with wood that comes from trees. It had been hasty work, and a few windows only had two boards crossing to give them some extra durability, but Faith doesn't let it daunt her -- some's better than none.

There was always something of a crackle in the air, when magic that shouldn't exist is being manipulated. Faith had noticed it a few times in her recent past -- resurrecting Giles was the most severe, but considering Alasdair had been swimming in magical items, she's ready for the feeling when it comes. Unfortunately, apparently so does a small army. Faith has planted herself right out in the open, legs shoulder-width apart, arms crossed over her chest. Every bit the brash and arrogant slayer she's being developing into ever since she was called.

"Hey, so my parents aren't gonna be back until tomorrow night. There's seven minutes in heaven upstairs and Bobby's bringing the keg around later. Gee, he's swell." OK so maybe her impression of spoiled suburban kid is kind of out of date, but hey. A girl can try, right?

Negotiations go about as well as is expected, and Faith has to quickly retreat. Ducking into a calculated backward roll, she maneuvers just 10 feet backward and popping back up again, confidence back in place. Instead of rushing the house, the zompires only go so far before bouncing backward off of an invisible barrier, rage and confusion making them hit it again and again, harder each time. While she figures nobody can be spared, she won't turn down whoever decides to help her hold these suckers off.

"It's holding for now! You've got about 6 minutes before it's down, but I'll hold them off for as long as I can after that!" She hollers back into the house, though she isn't sure anyone is listening.

Faith doesn't cast spells, but she knows people who can make some for her these days.

[whattingawhat]

Prior to the whole magic thing, which is still odd to Buffy considering there shouldn't be any magic, Buffy is doing the whole stake and bake thing as well. She tends to go 'round back, letting Faith draw the attention of most of the zompires.

By the time the barrier goes up, Buffy is inside, setting the scythe aside and moving toward Angel. This is his show, after all. Buffy is just here to be told what to do. It's not her usual position and she's not incredibly comfortable there, but she's willing to do whatever it takes to save Dawn. This is the best option they've got.