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Tweak says, "Strange Fruit."

Faith Lehane (dark_slayer) wrote in labyrinth_rpg,
@ 2009-05-11 09:44:00

Entry tags:

complete, day nine, faith lehane, ned the piemaker

Who: Faith and Ned
When: Day nine, mid-morning
What: Time for pie!
Where: Kitchens
Rating: Uh. It's Faith. R for language.
Status: Complete

More people needed to get through the Labyrinth. Seriously. It was getting really old being alone over there, castle or not. So, despite the luxury she'd experienced on the other side of the Labyrinth, she tended to spend most of her time over in the City of Illusions side of things. There were just more people around, and Faith had gotten bored of sitting around doing nothing.

So she found herself wandering around aimlessly through the city. She went on the roller coaster a few more times, but that quickly lost its charm, and she left it behind quickly enough. It just wasn't as much fun as it had been when she'd dragged Snape with her. So she headed into the main building, which she actually hadn't checked out much. Maybe a bite to eat? That sounded good.

As she got close, however, she found herself smelling probably one of the best scents she'd ever smelled in her life. She smiled and followed her nose. Pushing open a door, she found a huge, well-stocked kitchen. "Hey, what's up?" She greeted the room at large, having not seen anyone who had made that delicious smell, but sure that they were there somewhere.

What she did see, however, was pie. Lots and lots of pie. Grinning, she approached the counter where they were all laid out. "Damn, these look fucking awesome!"

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bakersman
2009-05-22 11:42 pm UTC (link)

He wasn't opposed to someone being in the kitchen all the time. It was nice to be appreciated. By someone other than Olive, that was. Or even Sarah, as nice as she was. Sometimes he thought she just humored him.

"Not looking forward to being sacrificed, thanks," he confirmed, glancing over his shoulder at her before turning back to the bowl. It was nice to work with ingredients that had been alive when he'd started working with them. Not having to use the baking to make an actual living made it even more comfortable.

Ned would've laughed if she'd called him normal out loud. Even without the power of 'the magic finger' as Emerson had dubbed it, Ned had never felt normal. Maybe it was losing his mother so young, maybe it was his father's stand-offish behavior, or maybe it was growing up with the finger. But Ned had always felt awkward around most people. Including Faith. She was really just lucky she'd come across him in a kitchen setting. It was his haven, really, and he was comfortable there.

"A lot of people probably die there, don't they?" he asked, trying not to focus on a pretty and clearly powerful woman being near him. Instead, he focused on the strawberries he found in the refrigerator. "Sounds...like a pleasant little town. Why does anyone stay?"

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dark_slayer
2009-05-23 12:44 am UTC (link)

"Yeah, funny, isn't my fave thing to do for a fun weekend, either." She smirked a little, pacing the kitchen restlessly. "Seen a lot of crazy shit, though, I'm telling you." She tilted her head to the side, watching him work. "Kinda why I don't mind being here, you know? Less people try to make me die here." At least so far. Though there had been the things in the Labyrinth, but they'd been easy enough.

"Shit, course they do. Funerals are sort of, you know, normal. Like, oh, who died this week, kinda thing." She shrugged. "There's vamps all over, but tons over the Hellmouth. But we dealt with that shit, we blew the fucker up." She grinned. Spike had been really amazing there, even she had to admit that.

"So, what about your world? Any fucked up shit? Or are you just from Squaresville, Idaho?" She turned to look at him, and though the words and tone were somewhat breezy, her eyes were genuinely curious about him.

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bakersman
2009-05-23 02:37 pm UTC (link)

"I'm from the northwest," he said simply, glancing at her with a flicker of a smile. "I'm not sure you'd say it's...fucked up, exactly." Ned stammered over the words. Not that he never swore, but rarely around strangers. Chuck's gasp of surprise the first time she'd heard him use the word 'damn' proved that. "Lakeshore has its share of crime. Just not the supernatural creature kind."

Biting his lip, he wondered how much was safe to say. Faith obviously had powers of her own if she fought vampires and werewolves and thought little of it. But no one knew of his own little 'trick', outside of Chuck and Emerson. Even Olive didn't know. And telling one wrong person might get back to Olive. And then what happened if and when they returned home? Would she remember? And would she hold it against him if she did?

"I uh... Do a bit of my own crime fighting," he finally admitted with the slightest of smirks. "Nothing fancy like...dusting vamps," he offered, using her own words. "More like a private investigator sort. My friend Olive, she's here with me, she runs the shop while I'm out looking into cases. According to her, though, she's started taking on more of the investigating, too." That was still weird, this brain lapse he apparently had. Not remembering an entire year that Olive consistently reminded him of.

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dark_slayer
2009-05-24 06:42 pm UTC (link)

"Yeah?" She arched an eyebrow at him as he spoke, and actually listened with something resembling courtesy. It wasn't, after all, that she couldn't do so, just that she rarely actually did. "Sounds wicked, all Sherlock-y and shit. Pretty sweet."

"I used to think I could be a sweet P.I, you know." Apparently, listening time was over. "Cause of how I can see more stuff than normal people and stuff, you know? But, uh, well." She shrugged. "Kinda got put in jail, most people don't wanna hire you if you got a ticket to the slammer." Especially since she'd technically broken out of the place at the very end, and not been released.

"But, yeah, guess I'm stuck with the Slayer gig. Not so bad, you know, cause we're not even allowed to kill the vamps that are here, right? So it's kinda slow." She grinned at him. "S'why I'm here eating your pie. No vamps I'm allowed to dust."

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bakersman
2009-05-24 10:39 pm UTC (link)

Ned paused occasionally from his baking to listen to her story. It was fine with him if listening time stayed over. He hated talking. Especially to strangers. People who didn't know him but expected him to tell his life story? Not his speed. No, as far as he was concerned he could let her talk all she wanted. Besides, some of the things pouring out of her mouth were priceless.

"Well, there's plenty where this came from," he informed her, smiling as he added one last scoop of whipping cream. "It's all I do, after all. My whole life, see? So... Yeah. Anytime you want pie? It's here. Spread the word, too, God knows I can't eat it all." As he never had eaten a lot of his own pie before, this certainly wouldn't be anything new. "So you're welcome anytime."

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dark_slayer
2009-05-24 10:56 pm UTC (link)

Faith found herself smiling at him. People so rarely actually listened to her, and if he wasn't doing so, well, he was doing a good enough job of pretending for her. And, anyway, he was offering pie. That couldn't be a bad thing.

Still, she was fairly sugared up at this point, and thought a trip to the gym wouldn't be an entirely bad thing. So she nodded at him. "Shit, yeah, I'll totally be back for pie. And for you, too, handsome." She grinned and even winked at him, then spun on her heel.

"Anyway, I'm gonna blow. Catch ya on the flip side, man. Nice to meet you! Later!" With a wave over her shoulder, she headed for the door. It had been nice meeting him, somewhat to her surprise. She would definitely be back for more pie.

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