everyonelives | there's something due any day

[He winces, because yep. He remembers their time with the sirens all too vividly.]

Yeah. That was back when we were dealing with Cade. Damon had some ... useful first hand experience in that respect.

[He glances back to her.]

Is your friend okay now?

( That's what she'd heard. )

He's right as rain, now. Back on blood bags and tripping the soul fantastic. ( Which may be insulting considering Stefan's vampire species, but, she didn't say Stefan had no soul. ) Turns out Circe's not just a myth, not that most shit isn't. Is. Circe's some grand high witch and she liked his poetry.

[His brow furrows because that does not sound good.]

Circe, huh? I didn't realize the gods were still hanging out.

Where you been' Stef? Between two species of everything from witch to werewolf, you didn't think the gods would stay out of it. Me, I'm used to old world transformation, but the world's even older than I think. I'm a baby compared to what this world has in store.

( And where it comes from. Faith just kinda rolls with everything now. There's General B and everyone else. )

In Mystic Falls, our big problems were always doppelgangers and Original vampires. Nothing so grand scale.

[But it's good to know that this is the field we're playing on now.]

Who do you think balanced all that power. That Original witch, she had god-like power. But, she had her limits. Until she didn't. Til she upset the balance and shit.

( Something gods used to do all the time, but for their cause's benefit. Or, their own. )

Believe it or not, her sister was worse.

[Dahlia wanted immortality and magic, and it's a good thing she didn't get it. No offense, Freya.]

But she wasn't a Mystic Falls problem. That was a New Orleans one.

( She hasn't heard about any sister. )

Well, gods? Are everyone's problem. Should they yaknow, come back out. Some are dead and all. Hunters. Mostly, the Winchesters. Leave a bloody trail behind em.

Yeah, I've heard of the Winchesters. Honestly hoping I never have to meet one.

[Too late, Stefan. Too late.]

Do you know if they work with the Slayers at all?

Slayers and hunters, they don't run in the same circles. Hunters are more slap dash. Lot less forgiving. They shoot, stab, and stake first.

( If Stefan heard anything about Faith's origin, he'd know how funny this is. )

[He also does, because he's met Slayers who are very much that too.]

The Winchesters also have ... the weirdest rumors around them. They sound like a disaster.

Aw, Hero Hair. They ain't just rumors. Most of em.

( The graveyard is pretty foggy, even this early in the evening, as she hops out of the truck. )

Got any fresh obits?

Yeah, there was one up this way.

[He points towards the far corner of the cemetery.]

These vamps come up a lot slower than mine do. Putting us in the ground is not a requirement.

( Faith can play follow the leader. )

Don't know what to tell ya, maybe it was somethin' they did a long time ago for dramatic effect. Most of the time, they're buried cause they died. Your vamps would freak if they woke up inside a coffin. Buried alive.

( she shivers. )

Not for me.

Me either.

[He was technically buried alive once, though it was more like drowned. Never again.]

I'm not too good with enclosed spaces.

I'll kick the shit outta' mine.

( She kicks a foot up on a nearby bench by the grave Stefan indicates, rolling out her neck. )

How was it, learning vamps came in two flavors?