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[faderbroderson]

CHARACTERS: Two old guys and a hot chick (Godric, Thranduil, Faith)
LOCATION: A common room
WARNINGS: Faith's foul mouth
SUMMARY: Faith has some news, Thranduil needs to learn slang, and Godric has been making plans and intending to introduce these two.
NOTES: Backdated not long after the attacks, after Godric gets back


Plans go out the window sometimes. It would be more frustrating if Godric hadn't had long experience in having to put up with disappointment, and if he didn't know full well it didn't always mean all was lost. Had it been over a month ago now that he had intended to introduce his two partners in crime? Still, Thranduil had spent much of that time watching over his sleeping son, and what was a month to two men who counted time in centuries?

Faith was mortal and impatient, but the security team seemed to keep her blessedly occupied. Or perhaps not so blessedly, considering recent developments. Pulling out his communicator, he sent her a text.

If you're free, I'd like to introduce you to someone.

He sent his coordinates along with the message, before sending a similar message to Thranduil.

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[elvenking]

The Elvenking arrives quickly and quietly, having nothing else really going on. Bright eyes glance about for anyone else there besides Godric, to whom he gives a small nod.

SO SOMEHOW I MISSED KNOWING THIS LOG EXISTED I SUCK HI.

[stacked]

Faith's not on patrol for for a couple more hours, so she keys in a quick agreement and heads out, arriving a little behind Thranduil.

"Sup, G." She eyes the third member of this little shindig; not quite wary, jut watchful. Habit thing. "Who's your friend?"

HDU

[faderbroderson]

Godric had greeted Thranduil pleasantly and offered him a seat, but the two had barely exchanged words before Faith had arrived. Now Godric welcomes her with a smile.

"Faith, this is Thranduil. Thranduil, this is Faith, the friend I told you of who wishes to explore the deeper parts of the ship." He introduces them casually, knowing Faith has little care for titles, and Thranduil has not stood on ceremony much since his arrival.

XC

[elvenking]

Thranduil, not really sure what to make of the young woman so far, gives a polite nod. It's a pretty solid diplomatic default to fall back onto, and he generally finds that people respect him if he respects them first.

"Well met, Faith."

I KNOW SOB i blame ...zee. somehow. because she's tiny and i could probably take her

[stacked]

"Yo." She raises a hand in acknowledgement, posture relaxing into something less actively wary as she turns to look back at Godric. "So, L'Oreal here's down for a fast and lean hunting party, too?"

She turns back to eye Thranduil, assessing. "Yeah, I can see it. You look the type."

jiujitsu blue belt says outcome not likely /polishes nails

[faderbroderson]

Godric closes his eyes briefly and smiles. Why he's always attracted to the blunt, brash types he never could say, but he finds Faith endlessly endearing.

"He is." Turning his eye to Thranduil, he continues. "Faith is the friend I was telling you of."

popcorn.gif also L'OREAL ALDFJSHDLKFJSDLKFJ <33333

[elvenking]

"So you said." Thranduil is watching Faith through the linefaciest lineface possible. L'Oreal? Enh, he files it away as another reference he won't understand that isn't worth asking about. "She seems younger than you led me to believe. What experience have you, Faith?"

Godric didn't "lead" him to believe anything, really, but Thranduil's expectations were so anyway.

DOES HE HAVE THE URGE TO HERBAL TORI also zee don't make me take away your cheezits

[stacked]

"She can hear you, bro. Standing right here." A couple years ago this is where Faith would get heated up, barrel in and try and fuck him up for saying she's weak.

Guess the prison shrinks were good for something, after all. "G, you mind standing real still for me for just a sec? Thanks." She's not a blur but Slayers are built way stronger than Ford tough, and she's next to Godric and has a foot half a centimeter from his head, quivering just a little with the force of holding back a blow she knows from experience can dent in skull, if she's got the right boots on. "Shit like that, for one."

Just because she can, she holds the position a little longer, quivers dying away because fuck that. Then, gracefully dropping out of position: "Plus running shit through with other shit. Stakes, mostly, swords sometimes. Used a piece of roof beam once, that was pretty epic."

i have a love/hate relationship with those cheezits, i hope you know

[faderbroderson]

Godric can see her coming easily, but holds still as requested. Even had Faith connected, it wouldn't have done him harm, and had she managed to daze him, it would have been an impressive example of her skill. As it is, pulling the blow has as much impact in demonstrating control.

"Faith may be young, but she's more than capable. She's built to fight." Quite literally.

[elvenking]

Thranduil's face remains even. He has seen some very extraordinary warriors in his time, and while she is extremely young to be among them, she nevertheless is only one among many. Moreover, he really dislikes showoffs. His hands fold behind his back and he begins to pace slowly in a semicircle around her, his footsteps silent as falling snow.

"But if all goes well, there will be no fighting. That was not my question. Let me be more specific. Do you know silence, or will you raise clamor when stealth is needed?"

[stacked]

"Is this guy for real with this?" That directed to Godric, mouth screwed into a scowl. Then after sighing and rolling her shoulders, she turns to face Thranduil, arms folded over her chest. "Okay, first? He--" she jerks a thumb at Godric, not breaking eye contact. "He is the only dude in this room I'm cool having at my back right now, so we can all play nice but you can just stay where I can see you for now, thanks."

A sigh, and a nearly audible clenching of her teeth. "Look, Zoolander. You don't know me, you don't know what I can do. I get that, it's fair. Maybe I'm full of it and G's a liar, too. But for all I know you suck just as hard as you're gearing up to say I do, so why don't you knock off the holier than thou thing and ask me what you wanna know, without the Watcher crap."

[faderbroderson]

"She'll raise a clamor when you question her capability," Godric quips, unable to hide a smile. Faith's modern arrogance flies in the face of Thranduil's old-world sensibilities, but that is as it should be. There is strength in the contrast.

"I would not have recommended her if I had any doubts." And that is clearly his final word on the subject, though Thranduil is welcome to question Faith as he pleases. Godric only hopes he's prepared for the questions Faith will inevitably shoot back.

[elvenking]

Thranduil shoots an irritated you put up with this? look at Godric.

"A simple answer to my question would have sufficed, young woman. I am asking you what I want to know and do not know why you must request that I do so. Have I said I will not believe you, or is that what you anticipate without cause?"

[stacked]

"Faith." She taps her chest with her fist, sounding out her name exaggeratedly slow, the belligerence fading into a sort of rueful, slightly defensive amusement as she considers Thranduil's question. "Yeah, well. Guy comes at me talking like you do, I pretty much figure he's already not listening."

After a beat. "I can do quiet, yeah. Kinda part of what we're built for."

[faderbroderson]

And there is it; some semblance of cooperation. Godric hadn't expected it to go smoothly. But yes, he does put up with this, for good reason. Faith's belligerence is part of her strength.

(ooc: Sorry, I didn't realize you guys were waiting on me. Godric doesn't honestly have too much to say from this point, as long as he has these two talking semi-civilly and he doesn't have to play mediator.)

[elvenking]

"I am not Guy." What a stupid name. "We are not even from the same world. There is no need for assumptions here. If you are all you say, Godric is fortunate to have found you."

[stacked]

"A guy. As in, not a chick." Because that's going to clear this matter up quickly. "...yeah, well. I guess he's lucky like that."

But the frank, half-implied assessment leaves her flatfooted, defensiveness fading in favor of vaguely wary consideration. "If you come at me all 'wax on, wax off' I'm out-- just wanna get that on the table now."

[faderbroderson]

[Godric gives her a somewhat pained look.]

It is difficult to translate when even I miss your references.

[he thinks briefly, only vaguely familiar with this aspect of pop culture.] Karate Kid?

[he's never seen the movie, but sometimes you hear things in passing. It was popular in the 80s.]

[elvenking]

He's just. Looking at Godric for help.

[stacked]

Faith can't help laughing, low and husky and not mocking for once. "Old dudes, man."

She lifts a hand to brush her hair out of her face, still grinning just a little bit bemusedly. "It was a joke, Fabio. Meant don't ask me to clean your room or start doling out bonding moments, and we're good."