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[likeaman]

Party Members: Just Spike. (and Flint on level 95, sorry Flint)
Level/Location: Anywhere from 100 to 90, but intro is at 95.
Day/Time: 26ish
Content Warnings: Conversations might involve various problematic subjects and views.
Description: Spike's out here making friends and influencing people.



[ Back in level 95, some guy with a British accent is lying in a nice reclinable couch, speaking nonstop. ]

— with a chaos demon. You got any idea of what those look like? Ugly, big antlers but nothing to do with your little bambi creatures down the dungeon, chaos demons are slimy— literally, slime dripping down; there's puddles, it's quite gross, even back then, you know?

And I loved Dru as much as I could love anyone back then. So I see this and I get pissed— drunk, and I go back to Sunnydale, figure, hey, if Dru thinks I'm so hung up on the slayer, I'll go back and kill her or something. But I didn't, I had a fun fight, finally felt like my head was on straight and decided I'd go and find Dru and torture her and everything would be right as rain again— [ He pauses, looks at Flint, holds a hand up. ] I don't do that anymore. The torture thing— I mean, not like that, I'll still torture bad people you know? If I have to. But I don't enjoy it.

Much.

Anyway, where was I?

[ Spike can also be found at differents time on different levels. He wears all black and has platinum blond hair and a British accent, so he's hard to miss. ]

Comments

[dungeonist]

A chip?

[likeaman]

A little machine that zapped me if I hurt people. Hell of a headache, that trinket.

[dungeonist]

Ah. I have heard of such things.

I take it you did not become invincible, then.

[likeaman]

I did, briefly, but I was thwarted. I spent about a year trying evil without violence, and then I fell for the thwarter.

[dungeonist]

... would that be the Slayer you had mentioned?

[likeaman]

Buffy, yeah. See the thing about vampires is, the human dies, the human soul goes wherever, and a demon takes residence. So we have no soul, no moral compass, but I had this chip and I couldn't hurt humans, but I still wanted to fight, you know? So I did just for the good guys instead.

I told her, tried to make her understand I meant it, but she didn't believe me— she was probably right to. But I tried, you know? For her. I tried to be a man, tried to do good, help. And she went and died to save her little sister and the world, and I figured that was it; I'd protect the sister until she died or I did, and then I'd move on. But her friends brought her back to life.

[dungeonist]

I see.

... by the way, may I offer you some refreshment...?

[likeaman]

There's these onion flower things, haven't seen them since I died last.

[dungeonist]

Could you describe them for me?

[likeaman]

One big onion cut to look like a flower, battered and deep fried. It's served with dip.

I know the recipe if you want it.

[dungeonist]

No, that will do. Do you have a dip preference?

[likeaman]

Can you make it spicy? Very spicy.

[dungeonist]

Certainly.

[ A little wooden table appears at Spike's elbow with a perfectly hot and crispy blooming onion and a bowl of super spicy dipping sauce. ]

I hope that will suffice.

[likeaman]

Splendid job hosting, mate.

[ He rubs his hands together before reaching for a piece of it. ]

You eat?

[dungeonist]

Not typically. Please, enjoy it.

[ Spike also gets a squashy leather armchair. ]

Would you like anything to drink?

[likeaman]

Got ethically sourced human blood?

[bi_psychual]

If I simply bring it into existence from my own well of power, would you consider that an ethical source?

[likeaman]

Does it harm you permanently?

[dungeonist]

It does not harm me at all, for any duration.

[likeaman]

Some blood would be fantastic then. Had to hunt rats at the theatre, very undignified.

[dungeonist]

Would you prefer a mug, or a disembodied neck?

[likeaman]

I can't not pick the neck now.

[dungeonist]

Very well.

[ There's a neck now. Basically, it's like there's a weightless invisible person in Spike's lap, except their neck is visible, and some of their chest and shoulders... like the low collar of their shirt is nothingness and everything above that line exists. They have the shadow suggestion of a jawline, but nothing above that.

Except actually there is no such invisible person. Just. Yeah. Neck. Warm and human-smelling, with a slightly quickened pulse. ]

[likeaman]

[ That's very unexpected. ]

[likeaman]

[ But he's very hungry, so he's biting down on the disembodied neck. ]