Help? What’s that? || Scott & Faith
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If anyone had any illusion that Faith was womanly or sweet, meeting her dashes that out of your head with a rock. She's on her third slice of pizza, and it's beyond not dainty, "Okay, so it's a Hellmouth. What the hell do you want us to do about it?"
"Brooklyn's a Hellmouth. Mystic Falls, which went and opened on us so we kinda got fires to put out, here. Got a lot of ass to kick, not enough feet." Faith reaches for her lemonade, doesn't even miss the hard stuff these days, "Look, kid... I'll give you the same offer we give everybody else. We got resources, we got room and board, but we're low on Avengers. Best we can do is show you how it's done, bankroll you when you head for the fight. Make sure you don't starve while you're here. You stick with us, you work. Everybody works, here. You want an army? Build one. That's the only way this happens. Take it or leave it."