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Where Kitchen, hallways between there and Sam Winchester's floor, outside in front of the mansion
When: Bendy time to Friday evening (enjoy the benefits of bendytime?)
Rating: R (violence, language, multiple character deaths)
Summary: Faith finally snaps, enjoying a killing spree and some of the characters rally to stop her.
Notes: This log post will act as the main action post for the immediate mini!plot. This just means that all of the things we've discussed in email should probably occur here, in the threads I've set up, to make everything easy to handwave and bendytime. If any of you want to play out anything else, feel free to make another thread or your own post, however you wanna do it. If you can OOCly link back to this post, or the corresponding thread(s) when you post to the characters' journals, that would rock but it's just a suggestion to keep everyone on the same page. Feel free to melee tag at all of these threads, and vague it up whenever details that haven't been played out happen. If I missed anything as always, let me know and let's go have some fun!
the Story:
The last snap is tiny; like the subtle sound she makes when stepping on a twig out in the forest. Only the forest doesn't help her escape anymore. Faith's gone blind, and she roams through the mansion looking for something to stop the thoughts in her head. Waking up out of a fucking video game that she hadn't even realized wasn't normal had been just another mind fuck, enough to push her over that last little edge she'd been hanging onto. Electricity hums through her muscles, but another fight isn't going to cut it; bruises only hurt so long, broken bones set and heal too quickly to distract from the real pain. She stinks of smoke and alcohol and it doesn't help anymore, doesn't cover up the smell of blood on her hands. So why keep trying to escape?

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He wasn't sure why the woman had snapped, only that she had, and from the network, she was dangerous and not to be underestimated. Hubb had gone through too many wars to give people second chances -- and it wasn't like death was permanent here.

When he caught sight of the woman covered in blood, he emptied his shotgun, dropped it, and switched on the light saber in a fluid set of movements.

She almost didn't see him, if the ridiculous weapon didn't draw her attention she wouldn't have. Confusion flits across her face before settling into something resembling glee. And determination.

Faith flicks her head, sweeping some hair out of her face, and digs her hands into both internal pockets to pull out a couple knives. She wanted it to stop, she needed someone determined to stop her and the old man looked like he was hunting her down. Maybe she was at the end of the road finally.

He knew that look, so he didn't pause, he darted forward to the attack, swinging the weightless sword with enviable grace, even for a man half his age.

She's used to dodging, sometimes it feels good. Old Man wasn't fucking around and he fought expertly. It made her think of Giles, and she stumbled a little in her movements, costing her a lock of hair and a gouge out of her back.

Faith crouched low and spun, looking to trip Hubb up and then attempted to roll backward out of the way. She wasn't going to get close enough to do any damage with a close range weapon like that in his hands.

He was good enough to roll with a hit. He went to one knee, the other leg braced out, and the weapon still in hand. She wanted distance, so he wasn't about to give it to her.

He pressed forward, swinging again.

The pain was something she'd never really felt before, and she panicked as she hurriedly let him back her up further. After a few yards, Faith finally decided to hold her ground, taking a chance and swinging her arms in toward him. She knew she probably wasn't going to dodge another blow from the saber, but if she could at least manage not to get backed into a corner, she might have a hope of taking this fight again.

Faith lashed out toward his wielding hand, hoping to slash at him and make him drop the thing.

She was quick, quicker than he was used to. He put his shoulder in the way of the blow, but found her stronger than her frame had lead him to believe, he had to drop the thing anyway to avoid cutting himself in half as he fell back and rolled to his feet again.

His blade (or whatever she was supposed to call it) shot sparks as it sliced through one of the knives Faith held like the metal was butter. She glared as she watched the tip tumble to the ground and then hissed in pain.

Blood welled fresh on Faith's thigh but a quick glance confirmed that it was a flesh wound that she could fight through. She spread her arms wide and approached Hubb. "We done now? Or do you got a phaser set to kill somewhere?"

Hubb didn't have a backup, but he could still fight, he had his fists after all.

He didn't understand the reference either. (OOC: From 1961, *sob* no Star Trek.)

I was thinking of beating you unconcious and locking you up till you're no longer crazy.

Faith was always down for a hand to hand rumble. At his challenge, she threw down her remaining weapon, rolled out her shoulders and grinned.

"Talking a big game, old timer." Faith tensed into a fighting stance. "Guys don't usually live up to that, in my experience."

"You better pick that knife up, you're going to need all the help you can get."

He made a feint, waiting for her to come to him.

Waiting on a fight wasn't on Faith's to do list today, so she takes the opportunity to come at him, aiming a jab at Hubb's nose. Her movements probably indicate that she's going to go for another shot at his knees if she lands the hit to his face.

Hubb sidesteps, trying to catch her momentum and throw her down. He takes a step out of her immediate range, his or miss.

It felt good to be in a real fight again; until the next breath brought a crushing pain in his chest.

Damn, fuck getting old. He stayed on his feet, but he's suddenly breathing heavier.

(OOC: He's already had one heart attack, so this seemed like a way to get this going.)

Not the brightest crayon in the box, she wouldn't know asthma from a heart attack. Faith takes advantage of his sudden weakness, wheeling with him as he turns and throwing her fist toward his chest, not as hard as she can but as hard as she needs to drive him back again if she can.

If killing some innocent lawyer chick wasn't bad enough, fighting a heart-attack prone old man certainly isn't going to endear her to others.

He could have avoided that if he was currently having a heart attack. As it is, the blow throws him back into the wall, and he can't quite stop the slide to the ground.

She follows him, confused at the sudden change in his fighting to the well, lack of it. Faith's face scrunches up and she pulls her arm back to throw it toward his face and knock him out cold if she can.

In her logic, he should be able to fight back. Killing him at this weird disadvantage isn't working for her. She's not thinking about how she's already killed an innocent person, someone without any ability to fight back at all. Like a pissed off child who's let to win a board game, she doesn't want to play anymore.

He goes out, he's still sweating an panting, but clearly he's not conscious anymore.

Faith doesn't give the fallen weapons a second glance before stepping back hurriedly and taking off in the other direction. This hadn't been her intent, but like every other event in her life, the train derailed.

And hit a building, which then blew up and killed a mass of baby zoo animals. Endangered ones.

(And the raining bodies of the zoo animals hit a busload of nuns, which then careened into an orphanage full of adorable children with lisps.)

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Re: 003 | the fighting begins, hubb has a fucking light saber!?

003 | the fighting begins, hubb has a fucking light saber!?

Re: 003 | the fighting begins, hubb has a fucking light saber!?

003 | the fighting begins, hubb has a fucking light saber!?

Re: 003 | the fighting begins, hubb has a fucking light saber!?

003 | the fighting begins, hubb has a fucking light saber!?

Re: 003 | the fighting begins, hubb has a fucking light saber!?

003 | the fighting begins, hubb has a fucking light saber!?

Re: 003 | the fighting begins, hubb has a fucking light saber!?

003 | the fighting begins, hubb has a fucking light saber!?

Re: 003 | the fighting begins, hubb has a fucking light saber!?

003 | the fighting begins, hubb has a fucking light saber!?

Re: 003 | the fighting begins, hubb has a fucking light saber!?

003 | the fighting begins, hubb has a fucking light saber!?

Re: 003 | the fighting begins, hubb has a fucking light saber!?

003 | the fighting begins, hubb has a fucking light saber!?

Re: 003 | the fighting begins, hubb has a fucking light saber!?

003 | the fighting begins, hubb has a fucking light saber!?

Re: 003 | the fighting begins, hubb has a fucking light saber!?