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When: June 7th, some hours before dawn.
Rating: It'll be PG, just in case.
Characters: Angel (atoner) and Illyria (ancient_smurf).
Summary: So, Faith and Illyria had a little fight. And it was very little indeed. Angel is not entirely pleased, though.
Log:

It was not particularly cold outside, considering the time of the night - and Illyria much preferred the open sky to the restricted space of the manor. Outside, she could smell the fresh air, listen to the sounds of nature rustling about her. There was also the infernal ticking, though she was getting used to it slowly but surely. It disturbed her, made her want to rip her ears out. But it was true, what the ancient creature had told her. The ticking was a heartbeat. It was, on some level, interesting. She stood just outside the manor, her eyes scanning her surroundings for potential enemies first, then for anything else. Being ambushed would be an amusing past time, perhaps, but she had already fought one, meaningless battle today. She would prefer to enjoy the rising dawn without disturbances. Oh, but that girl had been mildly entertaining. So had Wesley. It was a curious sort of entertainment, though, and one she still did not appreciate. Human beings, seeking to assert themselves, to control and to master, accepting confrontations too difficult and too dangerous for them to win... They tried and failed. To some, it would have been amusing. To Illyria, it was like watching failure upon failure and it tired her, like failure always did. Pathetic, to think that a mere human girl - enhanced strength or not - could win a fight against her. She was not a bad challenge, for mild practice. If she had not been so overwhelmingly controlled by her conflicted emotional state, she might even have been more interesting than the white-haired halfblood, though it did not say much. Standing rigidly, her human shell so small and stiff compared to her own body, Illyria watched the darkness grow just a bit thinner. Dawn was at least another two hours away. She watched the green sway beneath her feet and wondered briefly what it would have told her about this world if she had been able to hear it still. She missed that ability, though it was by far the easiest one to do without. Here, far away from the human infestations of her former kingdom, she was starting to wish for more again, feeling ambitions rising to the surface that she had kept at bay, wanting to change for the sake of a world that did not belong to her anymore. Meaningless. And yet. She was not ready to throw all her learning away. Her internal infestation was an ever-present ache, affecting her judgment and making her line of sight shaky. It would not do for a god, to know so little about herself. For a king of gods, it was unforgivable. She would simply have to endure, for now.