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Angel and Faith meet with a new Slayer, Eva. The pair introduces Eva to her Calling.
5/17/2016 7:00 PM
Ghirardelli Square San Francisco
Ghirardelli Square[]
Ghirardelli Square is located at 900 North Point Street between Beach and Larkin Streets, two blocks east of Van Ness Avenue. It is one block west of the Cable Car turnaround at Beach and Hyde Streets, near the west end of Fisherman's Wharf. The square itself is a long, narrow plaza surrounded by refurbished buildings that blend the historical with the modern. A clock tower crested with a steeple stands in the far corner, while the large 'Ghirardelli' sign stands along the far side of the square, overlooking it all.
Multiple levels are decorated with lights, flowers, and trees, as well as over fifty specialty shops, galleries, and restaurants. At one end of the square is Fountain Plaza, where two sculpted mermaids sit over a man made pool and offer a refreshing place to sit a moment and relax. The ground is paved or cobblestone, concrete steps leading between different levels and different shopping opportunities. Whether one is looking for the perfect gift, a cup of coffee, or just a great dessert, this is definitely a great place to find it.
It is nighttime.
In spring, daytime temperatures approach an average of 65?F. The plants are budding and blooming with new life with the spring thaw and warming temperatures. It's raining hard and the winds are strong.
It's evening at the Square and Eva is frustrated. Why, you ask? Well, at the moment she's splayed out on a bench near the fountain. Lying on her back, one leg dangles off the bench as she holds a notepad over her. She's positively glaring at it, furiously tapping a pen against the pages. "Damn it, I can do this. I can /do/ this. The song is great, why oh why can't I come up with anything tonight?" Letting out a rather frustrated growl, she sits up and tosses the notepad on the bench next to her, frowning deeply. She's completely absorbed in her own world and oblivious to anyone around her at the moment.
"I think it's a good place to look for a sixteen-year-old," the brunette says to her black-clad companion. They probably aren't drawing that much attention right now. Just two people wandering through the mall, a bit after sunset, perhaps after a long day at work. Well, unless you really know what you're looking for. Or have a good subconscious sense of such things: This pair are dangerous.
And beside her is a tall man in a black trenchcoat. There were a number of unusual things about 'the one with the Angelic face', but he seems a little more awkward in a mall. Perhaps this one got dragged to the mall by the young lady beside him. Like, oh, 60 to 70 percent of all the other menfolk in here. And then again, perhaps not. "Finding one specific girl is likely to be...challenging."
Letting out another huff, Eva reaches into her messenger bag and rummages around for something. "Okay Nightwish, inspire me." Pulling out an iPod and a set of earbuds, she goes back to laying on the bench and pops the earbuds in, starting the Finnish band's playlist. You'd think that another band's music would be a hindrance to coming up with your own lyrics... but apparently that's not how Eva's mind works. As the music begins she sings along with it, not too loudly, but enough so that her voice carries somewhat to any passersby. Her voice is melodic as it lingers in the air, enough so that the few people walking by find it refreshing as opposed to annoying. Even if the song /isn't/ one most people would know off-hand.
"I'm more worried about spooking her," Faith muses. "But I have something of a..." And Faith tails off as some random girl starts to sing. Falling silent to listen for at least a treasured moment, her gaze scanning the area to locate the songbird.
Angel hears the music too. "Somebody's very good at this." Particularly for what sounds like a pretty young voice. Must've had training and natural talent. Angel's old enough to have heard more then a few singers, after all.
Eva closes her eyes as the music takes her somewhere far, far away. Away from the bizarre things that had been happening lately, from the strange dreams that started not long ago and from this damned writer's block. Unfortunately, just thinking about the dreams brings one to the forefront of her mind. It's enough to cause her to sit up abruptly with a start, pull the earbuds out and look around. "Paranoid. I'm just being paranoid," she says to herself. The only people nearby are a couple who seem rather harmless enough; no strange creatures like what she dreamt about last night.
"You've got talent," Faith calls to the young woman once she stops singing and pulls out the earbuds. Harmless? These two are as far from harmless as they can get.
"I've heard a few songs here and there. I guess you're going to auditon for one of those TV shows? Idle American or something?" This gentleman doesn't seem to quite be up on his pop culture references. Or else he might've noticed he got the name wrong AND it's cancelled.
Eva looks over to the couple as they begin speaking to her. "Thanks!" she calls out to the woman. The man's question earns a quick headshake. "Nah, I'll be discovered soon enough without all that hyped up TV garbage. I can't stand those shows, it's all about ratings." Turning to face them, she tucks her legs under her and sits cross-legged on the bench. "I've been trying to come up with new lyrics all night, but I have this dumb writer's block." Eva's parents always taught her not to talk to strangers-- so of course she's going to do it. "That was Nightwish just now," she offers helpfully. "They're Finnish. But, I have yet to run into anyone who knows them outside my band."
"American Idol, and it's canceled," Faith notes wryly. "Don't mind Angel here. He doesn't watch much TV." She looks at the girl thoughtfully. "And with that voice you might be."
"I'm a busy guy." Not clarifying just how how he got so busy, or why, but he's got a lot on his plate. So to speak. Hmmm. "Finnish? I haven't been up that way." Good old Finland escaped the wrath of the Scourge. As for writer's block..."What kind of message are you trying to say with your song?"
Eva grins wryly at Faith. "Thanks for the compliment. I love to sing, been doing it since I was eight. And TV is overrated. I don't watch much of it, either." Ticking off the points on her fingers, she says "Between school, track, homework and practicing with my band I don't have much time leftover." Eyeing Angel appraisingly, she gives him a little wave. "Hope you don't get all jealous psycho on me for saying it, but your boyfriend's kinda cute." The question about what message she was trying to convey causes her to pick the notepad up again. "Well, I'm working on the chorus. I wanted something like... when you're trying to figure something out, and you have that 'Eureka!' moment. When it all just comes together in your head." Shrugging, she sets the pad down and taps the pencil against it. "But, yeah, writer's block. Suckage."
"He's not my boyfriend." Faith's lips quirk. "Believe it or not, it's possible for a man and a woman to be friends without that stuff interfering. Don't listen to all the people who tell you otherwise."
Angel reminisces a little. "...like an Epiphany. I had one of those once. If nothing we do all matters...all that matters is what we do. And sometimes, the smallest act of kindness is the greatest thing in the world." Sometimes, he sounds a lot older then he looks. A LOT older... Well hopefully, he helped with the writer's block. Or not. "Faith here is actually my best friend." Screw you conventions! Best friends go across gender lines just fine!
Eva holds her hands out to her sides in a little shrug. "Hey, I totally get it. All my bandmates are guys and I'm not dating any of them. I mean, Felix is kind of cute but I've whacked him over the head with one of his drumsticks so freaking much it's a wonder I haven't given him permanent brain damage. Plus, can't risk the band breaking up cause of drama llama times if it doesn't work out." One of her hands comes forward and she holds a single finger up, pointing between the two. "Wait, wait. Faith and Angel? Oh man, that is too perfect." Grabbing the notepad, she jots something down quickly. "I'm totally going to use that. And, like, not in a romantic sort of way. Since, y'know, not an item." As she drops the notepad again after making her notes, she stares at the pair. "You know... Faith... you look kinda familiar." Her eyes drift over to Angel, but she keeps her thoughts to herself. "Oh, where are my manners? Mom would kill me for being so rude. Well, she'd kill me for talking to strangers but also for being rude. I'm Eva."
"You know, I used to think that drummer thing was a stereotype. Then I tried dating one," Faith quips. "Eva." A pause. Wait. This girl *does* fit the description. For a moment, she looks amused, then. "Familiar from what context?"
Angel has had...mixed results dating at the office. Of course, the bad results usually come through something unrelated to the office, like ancient gypsy curses. But man, what a whammy, as bad results go. "Hello, Eva." He lets Faith handle the other part of the conversation.
Eva looks like she's thinking over Faith's question, then suddenly has her own 'Eureka!' moment as she says "Oh, now I know, you look just like the girl in that dre-" she cuts herself short, redirecting "Uh, deodorant commercial. Yeah. A commercial I saw." She suddenly looks over at Angel and then back to Faith. Her eyes narrow ever so faintly, the gears in her head turning. "So, um... anyways..." She looks a little less comfortable than did a second ago, distracted and looking around somewhat. "What, uh, brings you to the Square? Shopping?"
A glance at Angel. "Found her." Conversational. "Shopping. We were about to get something to eat, actually. Would you like to join us." A bit of a smile. Then a lower voice. "We might be able to explain some things."
Angel finds himself glad Giles isn't around. He'd drop a big ass book named Vampyr in front of the girl. Buffy had to deal with that... But back to the point at hand...Angel seems to have gone into 'discretion' mode. As if something bigger were involved now. Luckily, most of his kind avoids places this crowded.
As Eva asks Faith and Angel what they're up to, she begins casually sliding her iPod and notepad back into her satchel. When Faith says 'Found her' Eva looks shocked. Deer in the headlights doesn't begin to describe the expression on her face. Faith's invitation to join them for meal gets the seasoned Slayer a nervous chuckle and shrug. "Y'know, I wasn't kidding about mom being pissed at me for talking to strangers. I should, uh, probably go." She looks to Angel who's suddenly gone quiet. "No offense, but the creep factor in this conversation just kinda skyrocketed. I'm uh, not sure what you want to 'explain' but I'm not interested in converting to a new religion or anything like that. Sorry."
Great. Spooked her. "Explain the dreams you've been having. And creep factor...at least..." She glances at Angel. "At least I'm not Giles." HIS habits...well...
Angel pauses a moment. "We don't want you to convert to a new religion. What we want is to help you control the strength you have. Or the next time you brain your drummer with his drumstick, you might well hospitalize him." He halfsmiles at Faith. "I was just thinking that."
Eva stops gathering her things the moment Faith brings up the dreams. Her mouth drops open slightly as she stares Faith straight in the face and asks "How do you know about that? I haven't told anyone about those. No one. Not a soul." She looks to Angel again, then back to Faith. "And yeah, creep factor, as in--" And then Angel is interrupting her and mentioning her strength. Her jaw drops even more as she gapes at him. "Okay, seriously, who the Hell are you people? Have you been stalking me? I swear, I didn't /mean/ to leave a hole in that wall. I was just really upset and I slapped it and alluva sudden, boom, hole. I promise my parents will pay for the damages if its that serious."
"You didn't need to tell anyone. Eva, right?" Faith starts to relax just a little, visibly. Trying to tone down the predator stare so she doesn't scare the kid further.
Angel considers something. "Here's something. I would guess, in those dreams, you often see a 5 foot 3 blonde wielding what looks like an axe with a wooden point on the back end." Otherwise known as Buffy wielding the Slayer Scythe. Of course, he couldn't possibly have been told that. No amount of stalking in the world would reveal the content of dreams.
Although Eva's breathing has quickened, she hasn't run yet. "Okay, fine, you got me. I didn't see you in a deodorant commercial. I saw you in one of those dreams. I'm almost sure it was you. I remember because it was just a few nights ago." Her words come out rushed, almost running together. "I was next to you, dream-you, and in front of us was... this guy. Except this guy was not quite right. And... and..." She pauses, chewing on her lower lip. "And then dream-you pulled out a freaking stick and stabs the guy with it and he turns to dust. DUST." She emphasizes the last word again, 'cause craziness. When Angel chimes in and brings up yet another of her dreams, her eyes bug out. "YES! Oh my God, yes. I had that one, too." She grabs her satchel and slips it around her neck. "Okay, so, fair warning. If I disappear, my parents will put every cop in the city to find me. And probably some PIs. And maybe the Feds. I dunno." She looks between the two as she stands up. "Forget kidnapping me, I swear it will not end well for you. Let's have a chat and you two can explain stuff. Like you offered."
Faith Lehane shakes her head. "If you disappear it won't be us that do it. I promise." What she can't promise is that Eva's life will be normal. But she won't make her disappear. "We need to go somewhere a little more private."
Angel also shakes his head, "Since you bring Private Investigators up...I happen to be one of those, too." And he actually hands the girl a business card. Angel Investigations. We help the helpless, the card says. "It might be best to continue this in my office. And we would never take anyone away from their family." After all, family is what keeps Slayers alive, realistically. Isolated Slayers...the Watcher's Council has a VERY long very wrong track record of how terribly that turns out.
Eva frowns at Faith and in a somewhat sarcastic voice says "Why is that not exactly reassuring?" When Angel hands her the business card, she blinks at it. "You're a PI? Well, my name is Eva /Whitecroft/. Daughter of Erick and Madeline Whitecroft. They're very well known in the community, perhaps you've heard of them?" The Whitecrofts were popular activists for liberal rights in California, Erick having made a name for himself by being a successful entrepreneur in the technology field whereas Madeline was a partner in a prestigious law firm in San Francisco. Eva looks suspiciously between the two, then shrugs. "Fine, whatever. Let's go already. You can tell me all about what the Hell is going on."
The Hyperion Hotel[]
The lights are on, illuminating the area.
The California-Spanish building known as the Hyperion Hotel was built in the 20s. Through the cast iron gates from the sidewalk is a small front courtyard with a rectangular fountain and a mythological figure holding a bowl from which water flows. Greenery frames the walls and a large set of glass double doors open into a high ceilinged lobby. Dark red carpet descends the four steps to the lobby floor and climb the two sets of stairways that lead to the second floor. The green marble floors are accented with wavy red inserts, as are the walls have a complimentary red border running their length. A set of doors identical to those of the entrance lead to a small enclosed garden.
Cream-colored pillars line two sides of the room, holding up the second-floor balconies that look out onto the lobby and creating arches. Underneath one of them is a large plate glass window that looks into the hotel office - now used as the office and nerve center of Angel Investigations. Nearby, there's a wraparound counter with dark wood paneling and a top the same color as the floor. Behind it are filing cabinets and a pair of desks pushed together. A navy blue circular couch harkening back to a 50s design sits near the back of the lobby. A large wooden, glass-doored cabinet pushed up against the wall holds a large assortment of weapons.
Outside, it's raining hard and the winds are strong.
It may be mildly reassuring to see that the Private Investigator does indeed have an office and a license and other such things. More odd, however, is the cabinet full of medieval cutlery in a wooden glass doored cabinet. "Welcome to my office, Eva. Yes, it's a hotel building, and some of my friends even live in the rooms upstairs. But I mostly use it as an office." And a place to go for various and sundry supernatural types.
"And an emergency crash pad for any of our friends who are too hurt or exhausted or mad with their family to make it home," Faith adds, with some amusement.
As the little trio arrive at the Hyperion, Eva looks around and whistles. Once inside Angel's office, she opens with "Fancy place for an office. Don't know many PIs who work out of a hotel, though. Kinda strange, but hey no judgment." She levels a mischievous smirk at Angel as she teases him. Faith's comment earns a raised brow and a shrug. "Well, that's handy I suppose. Hope the rooms are cheap." Draping the strap of her messenger back over the back of a chair she takes a seat. "Okay, so spill. What's the deal? All of a sudden I'm like She-Hulk without the green, my dreams are absolutely nuts, my track coach is wondering how in the Hell I suddenly got a rocket up my a-" she cuts off before finishing with "You get the idea. If you have answers, I am all ears."
Angel considers. How best to begin? Well...there's always the official 'Giles speech', but ya know? The 'one girl in all the world' part of that speech is defunct ever since Willow made it so, so why bring it back now? "Well for starters...the strength and speed you've acquired, along with the dreams, are from being something called a Slayer. The other girls you've been dreaming about...including Buffy and Faith here...are also Slayers. You've...sort of joined a sorority, of sorts, as only females can be Slayers." A Slayer of what? Angel's not going to spring that on her yet.
Faith Lehane nods. "You've been...called. And no, I can't tell you why. I have no idea why certain girls are picked. If you ever work it out," Faith adds wryly, "Let me know."
Eva sits up a little straighter in the chair as she repeats "Slayers? That's the name of an anime I saw once. But only once. Couldn't stand it. Whiney little heroine who was a witch or sorceress or some garbage like that." She seems to be thinking over the pair's words. "Okay, so, let's say I go along with this story. You're saying that for whatever mysterious reason I'm now one of a bunch of girls with super powers?" She frowns after making the statement. "Come on, even you guys have to admit that's kind of a hard pill to swallow." She sighs, then shrugs. "Okay, I'm out of ideas for another explanation. Let's just say I believe you. What now?" She looks blankly from Angel to Faith. "If this is the answer to the puzzle, what's it a picture of?"
Angel considers how to begin next, and...rather then just springing the idea on her outright, he says, "Tell us again about the dream of yours. The one where Faith her pokes somebody with a sharp stick and he turns to dust. What did...the guy she poked with a stick look like, exactly? Focus on his face."
Poor kid. Faith knows what she's going through, how she feels right now, or some echo of it. "You did put a fist through a wall."
Eva sighs and nods to Faith. "Yes, I know. Not one of my proudest moments and I'm just glad no one saw it." She purses her lips thoughtfully as she tries to recall the dream. "Well, he was wearing a mask I think. A really ugly one, too. Not like an animal or anything, just... like... Freddy Kruger maybe? I'm not sure what Freddy Kruger looks like, but this mask could totally be it." She frowns at Angel and asks "But that still doesn't explain what I saw. This guy didn't bleed or fall or anything. Just poof, dust. It was bizarre." She looks from Angel to Faith, then asks "What is it you're not telling me? There's more, isn't there? This isn't just about me having super powers, is it?"
Angel sighs, "We're trying to figure out how to break this to you as gently as possible. Cause yes, he did turn to dust...and the 'mask' you saw was no mask. So...if the mask wasn't Freddy Krueger, what kind of classical Halloween monster did it most resemble?"
Eva seems to consider what Angel is saying very carefully. "Okay... well... he didn't look like anything I've ever thought of. I mean, his teeth were pointy. Fangs I guess?" Another thoughtful look. "So you're telling me he wasn't human? That he was... something else. Something that turns to dust when you stic-" She cuts off the third time tonight and just stares. "No freaking way. Do not tell me I have been dreaming of people killing /vampires/. Because that's just not possible. Sorry, nope." She crosses her arms looking extremely certain of herself.
Angel doesn't reply immediately. Instead, he goes to Cordelia's desk...and retrieves a cross. "Many things you thought were impossible are very real." Predictably, in Angel's hand, his flesh begins to smoke from contact with the holy item. He's even notably in some pain, though he seems to control it well. He offers the cross to Eva. If she takes it, of course, no burning for her.
Eva stares as she watches the cross' reaction to Angel's skin. When he offers her the cross, she takes it quickly. "That didn't look pleasant," she says with a faint scowl. Turning the cross over in her hand, she looks him dead in the eye and says "So that's why I feel a little creeped out by you. Didn't wanna offend you before, but you didn't exactly make me feel all rainbows and sunshine." As she passes the cross from one hand to the other, she asks "So are you trying to say you're a vampire? Because... you don't look anything like the guy in my dream. You look pretty normal. He looked fugly. Like, hideous. Kissing booth reject, totally."
"That's another abilities Slayers have. I personally tend to 'read' a little differently from most vampires because I have a soul. The guy you saw Faith stake didn't. But if you get close to a vampire, you will get a slightly different...and worse...sensation then the one you're having now." As for the mask, and why he doesn't look like that. "...you have to understand I don't enjoy taking my other face. It's a reflection of who I used to be, and someone I'd rather forget." But Angel takes his other face. 'Game face', they call it. Or vamping out. But now he looks a WHOLE lot like the guy in the dream.
Eva was listening with rapt attention to Angel's explanation, her mouth even opened to say something, until he adopted his game face. The shock registering on her face is clear. "Oh my God, you totally look like the guy now." Setting the cross aside, she leans forward for a closer look. "Wow, no wonder you don't like to wear that face. It's pretty hideous. At least you can turn it off, right?" She seems rather casual about the whole thing. "I guess seeing it in person isn't as bad when you know you aren't about to get eaten. You don't strike me as the Big Bad Wolf eating Little Red Riding Hood type." While she's leaning forward, she reaches out with her hand as if to feel one of his fangs. "Cool fangs, though. Bet they're sharp. Probably destroy a condiment package instead of properly ripping it open, there's a downside."
Angel jerks away at first, as if he's not used to being touched when he's like that. "...Sorry. You shouldn't...shouldn't have to touch me when I'm like this." He holds more still now. Never mind the flashbacks of a certain OTHER Slayer who touched him when he was like this. ...And then kissed him while he was like this. "Unfortunately, of however many thousands of vampires of my particular breed are in the world, there's exactly two who wouldn't eat red riding hood. The other one thinks he's Billy Idol, has white hair, smokes a lot, wears leather, and goes by Spike." Pause. "Other breeds of vampires have more choice in whether they'd eat red riding hood, but my breed usually doesn't."
Eva blinks as Angel pulls away, but isn't really surprised. "Sorry, probably shouldn't have just tried to feel your teeth up. Mom says I have no manners, but I do. I just kind of forget them at times." She's blushing a bit, feeling properly embarassed. "Okay, so note to self - most vampires are jerks. I happened to find one of two nice ones. Interesting. I'm not good at math, but that seems like one of those unlikely statistics or something." As she settles back in her chair, she adds "I'm cool with it, though. I mean you being different and all. In more ways than one, I guess." She blinks then asks "A soul? You said you have a soul? So... I'm guessing the implication here is that you're not sposed to have one?"
Angel shifts out of 'game face', back to the face once known as 'The one with the angelic face.' "Well, fortunately, the Slayers have some of an organization. They look for each other to make sure they find new Slayers before the vampires do. Sometimes they don't make it in time. And then there's a funeral. Also, we're not the only type of creature out there. There's werewolves, demons of every shape and sort, and virtually anything else you've seen in a movie. Even if it's a B movie. Whether such beings are 'evil' or not is usually highly variable. Many species don't eat people and are actually fairly neutral. But most species do eat people...and that's why Slayers exist. The Calling you have is to be something of an anti bullying task force." And then there's the soul part. "Right. I'm not. And in fact, for the first century and a quarter of my unlife, I didn't. And I was pretty much evil incarnate. Eventually, gypsys cursed me with my soul, so I would feel regret and guilt over the horrors I'd done. It worked...I wandered the world for a century and more, a homeless bum for most of it...till an agent of the Powers directed me towards another Slayer. The blonde in your dreams. Her influence led me to become the warrior you see now." Her influence...and love, and so much more.
Eva stares at Angel as she tries to take in everything he just told her. "Jeez, talk about crash course in the supernatural." She goes quiet for a bit, thinking. "Okay, so, let's see if I got all this. I've been picked to be a Supergirl because the world is full of nasty things out of people's worst nightmares. Not all of these nasty things are actually nasty, but enough of them are that I probably shouldn't try to make friends with them. You used to be one of these nasty things, but someone put a curse on you so now you're nice." She pauses to take a breath, the says "I may have missed one or two things, but I think that was more or less the Cliffnotes version. After a few moments of silence, she just says "Wow. I... this is kind of a lot to absorb at once, y'know? I mean, here I am Ms. Happy-Go-Lucky Wannabe Singer and alluva sudden you're telling me I'm some kinda junior Wonder Woman who's supposed to help save the world. That's part of this, right? Saving the world and all that jumbo."
Angel looks a little embarassed. "I got a bit carried away there. I think it's because I was trying to guide you into this so slowly at first..." He nodded, though. "Yeah. Saving the world. It comes up more then you'd think. Buffy's saved the world, quite literally, something like a dozen times now."
Eva leans back in her chair, raising the front two legs in the air and tipping the chair backwards. "Okay, so, there's just one problem with all this. I don't know the first thing about how to go about saving the world. I mean, sure, I'm strong now. Fast. Whatever. But I sing. That's what I'm good at, that's what I do. Saving the world from Big Bad Wolves like I've seen in my dreams just... isn't me. If that stick was actually a stake, I don't even know the first thing about how to use one. I'm pretty sure you can't just jam it wherever and hope it works. I get the impression it wouldn't be as effective if you stuck it into, say, a vampire's thigh or something. I dunno maybe I'm wrong." Shrugging her shoulders, she adds "All I'm saying is even if I believe you one hundred percent, that leaves me in a really strange place and I'm not sure it's a comfy one."
Angel nods, "That...is the other purpose of the organization of Slayers. We'd like you to stop by the Hotel here, whenever you have the chance. We're going to teach you how to fight, both in general, and how to kill the more common supernatural enemies you fight. You're right, at the moment. If you ran into a vampire now, he'd kill you. Faith and I will teach you how to control the strength you have and make it effective. This doesn't mean you have to stop singing...I'm 289 years old, and I rarely see voice talent like yours. Think of it like...signing up for Karate class, except we'd like you to stop by more then once a week."
Eva's lips twist into a faint frown. "Great. Karate, just what I've avoided for, like, ever." She seems to be thinking over the offer. "So you're saying there's an entire organization devoted to this?" Her head bobs from side to side as she lets out a 'Hmmmmm' of consideration. "Okay, fine, I'm in. I'm not making any promises, though. I'll probably suck at fighting and I doubt I could save the world if it came down to it. I'm more interested in the part where I learn to control some of the crazy. Because, true to the earlier point, if I hit Felix over the head with a drumstick and knock him unconscious it will cause a lot of awkward questions." She sets the chair back down and stands up. "I appreciate the Weird Stuff 101 lesson. I'll see if I can catch a cab here once in a while. We practice in my garage, so... I'll have to make up an excuse to tell mom and dad. But it shouldn't be too difficult, I hit the mall pretty regularly and stuff." As she grabs her satchel and slips the strap over her head, she nods to him. "It was nice meeting you guys. Cya around."
Angel bows a little. "We don't expect you to save the world. If the world becomes endangered this early on, before you've had combat training, Faith and I will deal ourselves. We won't even send you out there to actually kill something until we're sure you'll win. And we've both been doing this several years running. If we say we're sure you'll win, you will." Pause. "But you will be ready. Someday."