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I...guess?

ooc: AKJDLAVHG &hearts

You never have to tell if one of the only two people who know what happened took it to the grave. *she smiles oh so sweetly* Ask our lovely Princess, she can explain it best.

*tilts her head to the side, looking him over* And who might be, out here in Hell's Wild Gardens?

*ooo, bad feeling here* Princess...Circe?

*steps back* Ryan.

You know her, do you? She's a delight, isn't she? I haven't seen her in years. We were such great friends, took many interesting little walks around the grounds together. Although Az was always my favourite. *she smiles* Do you know him, as well?

Ryan. A good name. I'm Brea.

Yeah, I know her. *blinks* Um...uh-huh.

Th-thanks.

And do you know where he is? It's been a very long time indeed since I've seen him. Darkness, since I've seen any of them.

Are you training with Ian? Going to be a priest? I was a priestess. Of Corchan -- he's a fire serpent, although I suppose you'd call him a "dragon" now. Good boss.

I dunno. Maybe with Mom. *craaaap, he didn't want to mention that*

Um, not really. I-I just visit...a dragon?

With your mother? Is she a ladies maid for the little blonde?

You just -- visit. *that's odd. But she smiles brightly and nods* Yes, a dragon. Who breathed fire and let me fly on his back. He was an ancestor, too many generations back for him to really care about the blood tie, but an all around fine fellow.

*blinks* No, not really.

Uh-huh. M'rooms're down there. *waves hand in the general direction of the palace, then sits, wide-eyed, because dragons are AWESOME* Really?

So Circe and your mother are -- friends? *Circe, that hateful, spiteful girl, has friends? Mortal friends? That's strangeness she wasn't prepared for*

Really indeed. I've just enough dragon's blood in me to make the magics easier. *she flashes him a wicked grin* Do you know many dragons, Ryan? I'd have traded my left hand for dragons a ways back now. But now I'm here and I've got both my hands, so I suppose that was a bit premature a wishing. *she sighs, realizing she's rambling off, and swings her focus back to the boy with a smile*

Uh-huh. Me n' Circe are too. *sees nothing wrong with this*

Wow...*a little unnerved still, but utterly fascinated*

Well that is most interesting indeed.

*she smiles, charmingly* Ryan, I'm dying for a shower. I've got all sorts of ickiness on me that you certainly don't want to hear about. It's been far, far too long since I've gotten to bathe. *she sighs, almost as pleased about that as about revenge* You want to go with me back to the Palace while I see if my old rooms are still free?

...it is?

*blinks* Um, okay.

Yes. When I knew Circe before, she didn't have mortal friends.

Wonderful! *she claps her hands together, smiling brightly* Let's go then. I want a shower and a cigarette and a shot of firewhiskey, and oh -- some lovely, rare steak and some trout, and maybe a good lamb stew and new potatoes, and chocolate cake -- chocolate cake would be amazing.

Oh. Well, she doesn't have a LOT....

*blinks* Okay. We got all that.

Ain't that the damn truth.

*she gives the other woman an appraising glance, and a smile slowly crosses her face* Personal experience with secrets? You do look the mysterious type.

One or two. *The look doesn't go unnoticed. Faith is used to being on the receiving end of that one in particular though and brushes it off.*

*gives her a knowing little smile* Is one of those secrets why his scent still lingers on you?

*She raises an eyebrow at that.* Depends on the him you're referring to. I have a few.

The Hell god. You've got his scent in your hair and the marks of his teeth in your neck. *she grins, but her eyes flash over bright* Careful. His sister's not too fond of others playing with her toy.

One? That's creepy, and two *she scoffs, rolling her eyes.* We've met. Question now is who the hell're you?

It's not creepy when you know it as well as I do. *reaches out, snake-quick, and traces the little white lines on Faith's neck* Or when you've seen those on your own thighs. Then it's just simply stating obvious fact.

So you've met the little bitch then, have you? And you're still here and not a pile of jellied bones? Either you've got a bit more snap and crackle to you than at first glance, or Circe's gone off her brother.

Do you have a cigarette on you? Tobacco and rolling papers? I'd even take on of Ian's smelly old pipes he thought he hid so well right now. It's been ages and fucking ages -- *she smiles* I'm Brea. Who are you?

*Faith jerks away from the touch and stares at the other woman, eyes narrowing until the comment about Circe.* Slayer. Snap and crackle kind of goes with the job description, and she sicced the hounds on me. Az stepped in.

Can't help you on the smokes front, sorry. Name's Faith.

She sicced the hounds on you, did she? *she smiles, and once again it doesn't quite sit right in her eyes* Subtle little bitch. See she hasn't learned anything.

*she runs her hand through her hair, absently weaving a few strands together* Slayer. Have a friend, or had a friend, who knows what's become of her in the long years since then, but I knew a girl who was a Slayer. Frejyan. Lovely thing, all Nordic and glaring and these long long limbs -- she kept company with Death for a bit. Nice girl. Wonder if she'd remember me.

Faith. *she nods* Well, Faith with no smokes, I'm Brea.

Like a train wreck maybe. *The woman in front of her is obviously a little crazy. Hot, but crazy, and she wonders absently if she should be afraid.*

You don't strike me as the type someone forgets easily. Death, huh? Met her once, good times.

*Faith leans against a tree.* So what's your story anyway?

I'm usually not. But it appears that I was easy enough to be rid of. *her smile twists* But there's no forever, Faith -- remember that. There is no forever if you've the will to stand against it.

*she shakes her head, laughing* Death's a looker -- you should have been Azrael trying to get in the middle of her and the Slayer, but Death was having none of it. Always good for a smile.

My story? *she looks down at herself -- amazed that a dip in one of the ponds did so much for the stains* My story is that little blonde bitch pushed me in the Pit, and I just now clawed by way free.

You don't happen to know where she is, do you?

I'll, uh, be sure to remember that, B.

*Scratch the little and change that to a lot crazy. Guess it all makes sense if what she's saying is true. She shudders at the thought, it was one of her worst nightmares after all, and feels an odd sense of relief that all she got was the hounds. Pointing the crazy woman in Circe's direction is so damn tempting. It's the thought of how pissed Az would be that keeps her from doing it.*

Last I saw her she was heading topside for a collection.

*she nods, seriously* Remember it. There's no forever unless you're willing to stop fighting it.

Oh, lovley -- then I have time to bathe and change before I kill her. I've been picturing it so long, dreaming about it in those rare moments I dared rest when crawling and burning my way through horrors I don't even have words to name, and I certainly didn't see myself covered in filth and rags when I brought her down low. They've probably gotten rid of all my things but I'm sure I can rustle up an appropriate ensemble for the delicious revenge I'm about to taste.

Something in red, probably. I think that's appropriate, don't you?

Yeah, about that... it might not go over so well if you actually try to kill her. I'm all for watching you hand her her ass, but all bets are off if you go for the big finish when it comes to the boys. You know Az. You really think he'd be ok with you offin' her?

I wouldn't have thought him capable of leaving me in the Pit after she threw me in, either -- who knows what he's truly capable of?

*And isn't that thought all kinds of unsettling. She doesn't want to think about that, thinks about what she knows when it comes to him... and to Circe.* You think she actually told him?

I have no idea how she accounted for my disappearance. But all these years, and no one ever came for me.

Look, I haven't know him all that long, but I know if he thought there was a way to save you, he would've. That's Az. He saved my sorry ass when I was still just a toy to him.

I thought the saying was "three can keep counsel if two are dead."

Sayings change. Morph to fit the needs of the tongues that speak them.

For my purposes? This one fits just right. With a delightful little aftertaste of irony.

*Just stares -- this is not possible; she's hallucinating. After effects of the Blood perhaps*

Circe, as I stand here, it's you. *she smiles, eyes flashing* Did you miss me, Princess? I missed you. Desperately.

This isn't...this isn't possible. You're not real.

I'm real, Circe. Very real. Touch me -- blood and bone and muscle and sinew, still together and whole -- although I can only imagine how disappointed you must be to hear that.

Brea...I...

*she doesn't know what to say, she never meant for any of this to happen, but she highly doubted saying that was going to solve anything*

This isn't possible.

Fuck your possible and fuck you, Circe -- I'm real, you selfish, murderous little bitch.

*she backs up a step or two of three* No. No you're not.

*takes a step forward, a smile on her lips* What you want, honey, doesn't matter right now. No matter how many times you tell yourself that little lie it's not going to change the truth. I'm here.

*keeps backing up*

Did it feel good, Circe? Was it fun? Did you like the rush of it, hearing my screams -- the look on my face -- did it fix your little fears and insecurities? Did it make it all better?

*she's advancing on Circe, slowly, enjoying the look on her face -- it's what's been keeping her going, fighting for so long*

Honestly...I never gave you another thought. *it's a lie, of course, but whatever...she can't let the psycho know she's kind of terrified of her -- who the fuck crawls out of THE PIT*

Really. That's almost even better. *she lashes out, her nails raking across Circe's face* That you're scared enough to lie.

*winces as Brea's nails draw across her face, leaving long red lines already beginning to bleed*

He never gave you another thought either.