WHO: Faith, Buffy, Heather, Sam, Spike, and War (later Tenel Ka) (approximate posting order, not strict!) WHAT: An epic patrol goes wrong. WHEN: Monday night WHERE: Patroling around the city RATING: Lots of violence, so high ish. STATUS: In Progress WARNING: CHARACTER DEATH!
Faith was reasonably sure her being organized wasn't a sign of the Apocalypse in itself. She'd checked. Twice. The truth was she needed to be doing something and she'd used up her entire knowledge or research ability on her post to Peter, dredging up half memories of drunken lectures from her Catholic mother. So she planned to patrol. And given that Peter had given orders about people going out alone, she was even organizing a group. Maybe she was growing as a person. Though not too much, she had to prove that annoying Grigori or whatever the hell he was, wrong. The world was not going to end on her watch,
So she loaded up with weapons and hung around the front of the Hyperion, trying not to let her fear take over. Fighting was going to be involved and she could do that, hell she was even good at that. But until the punches started flying she was pacing up and down outside the front door of the hotel, waiting for the rest of her party to turn up.