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Faith Lehane (dark_slayer) wrote in labyrinth_rpg,

Faith shrugged, rapidly losing interest in the whole Snape question. It had been nice to stump him, since he had messed with her head so much before. It seemed fair somehow. Sure, she figured she would probably run into the potions master again, but all she had to do was pick up a book and she'd be in a position to know everything about him. Or that's the impression she got from Mercy, anyway, since she'd never ready the books. "No big. He can go angst somewhere else."

Being the Slayer, she listened to what Mercy was saying. She almost couldn't help it. Any help that she could get in hurting whatever big bad was pissing her off currently was certainly not a bad thing. Of course, there'd been a time when she'd just rush in blind, but not anymore. Now, she just rushed in half blind. It made a difference. "So that dude is a Fae?" She snorted softly. "Maybe I'll paint his fingernails a color that doesn't match his outfit, and that will piss him off."

She watched with a raised eyebrow as her new friend turned into an animal... it sort of looked like a medium sized dog, only not quite. She hadn't exactly had a ton of experience with coyotes. She spared a glance up to see if the moon was full, but she couldn't find it. At first, she tensed up, ready to defend herself. Werewolves were nasty, at least in their animal form.

But nothing happened, or at least, nothing bad. Even Faith would have had a hard time hurting the pretty little faerie, but it left without a fight. She leaned down so her head was on the same level as the coyote's snout. "Hey, you did this once before, right? In the snowball fight on Mirage. So you're, what, some sort of werewolf?"

She reached out and patted the furry creature who was her friend on the head, then rose to her feet. "Well, let's go kick some labyrinth ass, yeah? Cool." She was happy either way, either with Mercy as a coyote or as a person. It made things interesting. She headed toward the open gate of the labyrinth, her toned body tense and ready for anything.