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Too good to be true, that's what this place is.

Or that's what Faith decides on her third pass through its halls. Through the lavish reception area, past that long as hell dining room table, and then the stocked buffet table -- Faith had stuck to the walls and the shadows, playing recon for almost an hour.

"Swear to god I'm not making a twins joke..." She mutters to herself as she steps out in full view, choosing to invite whatever trouble might come her way. Sure, maybe she'll sample some of the food just sitting out for the taking. Peek into some rooms, maybe try to find the head. She'll wind up at the bar, though, asking if the tender accepts euros. Long day like this one means she's definitely going to need a drink.

Or ten. Then she can figure out if this is a vacation on a platter or some kind of wacko fever dream she's got to fight her way out of.

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Now her body language tunes back in. There's nothing like talking shop to get Faith's attention, and if he's willing to give her full on rundowns, the chance of her icing up again is pretty damn low.

"That a species, or a clan?" She looks him over, trying to determine for herself. Would she be able to tell if she talks to someone else like Nick? Would they be as big? As friendly at first meeting?

Nick considered, then laid it straight out. "Let's call them a species. They're a sort of vampire. All of them are blond, the men and women, and they have fangs like mine. They can't go into the sun at all - I mean at all, one ray of sunshine and they're a pile of ash. They also have a mark right over where their heart. One sword stick through that mark and they vanish into a cloud of gold dust."

Faith laughs a little, and she's not sure what to comment about first: having a kill-target, or having to walk away from a dusting covered in stripper glitter. Of course, vampires' faces in her world are pretty ridiculous, so it's not like she's got much to say.

Not to mention that there's a wannabe Karen O demon walking around.

"Shade works for ours Stakes, crosses, wood, and decapitation for dusting -- not into gold, though." she chooses to say. Share, share is fair. "And they blend in with humans until it's time to feed -- then it's all wrinkly foreheads and yellow eyes."

"Good to know the methods," Nick commented, "because it always sucks to find out the hard way that what should be a killing blow is really nothing more than irritating."

He did manage a smirk though. "It's pretty hard to hide something inhuman from me, though, regardless of physical looks."

Faith gives Nick a mildly 'ew' look before smiling. "Tell me you're not another species sniffer."

She has gotten used to a lot of things, but even a vampire she calls mentor smelling her still weirds Faith out.

"That sounds kind of disgusting, Faith," Nick smirked at her. "But to answer your comment, and expression, I don't go around sniffing people as a rule. I can tell by their minds, their blood, and if I look, I can see people's true forms outside of any disguise or glamor, no matter how strong or powerful the spell behind it is. Handy, but it can give you a headache sometimes."

His first comment elicits Faith to throw her hands up in surrender because she totally didn't think of it and yes it is totally disgusting, Nick. Thank you.

"Yeah that's way more advanced than what I've seen for the most part. Me, I just get a gut feeling and roll with it. I still get it wrong sometimes but that happens when you don't have fancy demon-dar." She wonders if he can sense the faint traces of DNA left in her line from the first slayer, diluted by the thousands of slayers that separated them. And Faith's not actually sure whether she wants him to or not.

"Nothing wrong with following a well-trained gut," Nick commented, picking up a hint of something from her. He could have pushed into her mind, but there wasn't a pressing need to know and it wasn't worth. "And I've always been of the mind that I'd rather apologize later than ask for permission first."

Better to be judged by twelve than carried by six. Bubba's favorite saying, and no less true now than then.

"I'm with you there. Keeps things interesting, at least." And ensures that Faith doesn't really have any solid or healthy relationships, but that's neither here nor there. It also means she makes fun ones, like this.

"Though, seeing you ask permission would be hilarious, no doubt."

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