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[The journal knocks open when one particularly sharp kick knocks the punching bag into the stool she'd been letting it rest on. A lot of different things have been eating at her lately, and the castle's the number one offender. Keeping her here for a year? Coma spelling her for one of the things she's actually good at? Sending someone back to what sounds like a shitty future? Doesn't fly. And the poor punching bag is taking the brunt of her anger, because taking it out on a castle that just repairs itself is only going to anger her more.

Sadly, the punching bag can't withstand the abuse, it's only a more moments before a particularly frustrated punch has the chain attaching it to the ceiling snapping, and the bag splitting open before it hits the ground. It ends up drawing her attention to the fallen journal and with a sigh, decides to make the filters she's been putting off now that she feels a bit more calm. Someone else can clean up this mess]

Tell me you aren't busy tonight, and can get someone to watch Caritas, if you have to?

I think...We totally need to touch base and figure out who's still here, and where...We're at. I'm staying in the city with a friend of mine, which totally limits my door checking opportunities and where you should try and find me, if you can't get the journal. That or Caritas.

[Responding is mandatory, she will hunt you down if you don't]

[[ooc: open if your character would be in the gym~]]

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I'm staying with Lorne, Buffy. Upstairs. Sorry, I should have said something, but I've been a little pre-occupied myself.

Hey, don't worry about it. This place tends to keep us busy, just...

[In light of recent events this seemed smartest] Something up, Wesley? [She doesn't know you yet, so might as well stick her nose into things]

Just the usual Castle antics. My room was destroyed by fire for one thing. Moving into town has helped ease that somewhat. I'm also looking for a more permanent residence and job to take up. Currently I'm helping out at the firing range.

[There's a slight pause.]

Did you know Faith well?

[He means here in Paradisa, obviously there was some bad blood between them in Sunnydale, judging by Faith's account.]

...And the fire didn't have anything to do with what was going on with...The children? Definitely why I live out here, though it really isn't going to exempt us from the world alterations. [A slight pause] You don't want to work at Caritas?

Well enough. ['Cause Faith really doesn't make it easy for anyone to really know her]

No. Actually, it had to do with a disgruntled resident who'd been upset that a friend had returned home. He happened to have pyrokinetic powers.

Work in a bar? Sorry, that doesn't really appeal to me.

I can't remember her at all. She told me some rather disturbing things before she left. I wish I'd had another chance to talk to her.

At least that's pretty isolated. We get some...Really crazy ones here. You know the rooms totally repair themselves, right?

[Ah right, stuffy and British! Though...less with the stuffy, she's finding] The city has book stores?

...Because of your loss, you mean? The castle tends to like us to come back and forth, so your probably will. She just...Might not be this Faith. [In fact, most likely won't be. Four years is a long time to change]

I'm aware that they do, yes, but I'd already been thinking about a move before that happened. It merely gave me more of an incentive to put my thoughts into action.

I'll look into it. [He's fairly certain, however, that retail is not a viable career for him.]

That's right. You're the only Slayer I remember.

[He thinks for a moment about the prospect of a different Faith eventually turning up.]

It must be strange for the people left behind. To deal with new incarnations when they arrive and cope with the loss when people leave.

I'm thinking we need to see how many of the rest of us would be willing to do the same. I'm not a fan of us being so spread out. [Not that they need to live together per se, but being in one area wouldn't hurt] Let me know when you find a place.

Weapon stores too, if you like that better.

There was another one, before Faith. She...Wasn't called for long.

It gets harder when you know they don't belong in your world, and this is a one time deal.

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