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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

[deliminal]

[ ate a flower person and spent the next five hours watching your hand move ]

[likeaman]

[ hands move interestingly, especially when you're high. ]

Fellas, we all know I didn't spontaneously get the gift of controlling butterflies, so why don't you just tell me what the deal is so we can all move past my disappointment?

[deliminal]

[ Del is not with it enough right now to understand his request, let alone acknowledge or respond to it. The butterflies float up and dance around him, and then most of them resettle again, the rest trailing after him in a scattered and colourful swarm. ]

[likeaman]

Spike, Master of Butterflies. Angel would have a blast with this.

[deliminal]

[ She's just going to hang out like this for awhile, while he makes his way upward. Eventually she'll pull herself together, but it's going to be while he's not looking. ]

[likeaman]

[ Some levels are very distracting, though as he goes he does happily address the butterflies every so often. ]

Showed up here at the treasure, I was so sure I was supposed to slay the dragon. Big bloody twist, it speaking.

[deliminal]

[ Even if the butterflies don't seem to understand him, they do react when he speaks, with little dances. ]

[likeaman]

You're a fun little trap, aren't you?

[deliminal]

[ They sing a song, like this: la la la la tra la la ]

[likeaman]

That or I'm off my rocker again.

[deliminal]

[ Anyway, they sort of drift away from him at some point and when he looks back there's a young woman with colourful hair instead. She gives him a tentative wave. ]

[likeaman]

[ He can connect the disappearing butterflies with the young woman, he's smart. ]

Hello there, pet.

[deliminal]

Hi...

[likeaman]

You were butterflies?

[deliminal]

Oh. Um. Yes.

That was me.

[likeaman]

You want something?

[deliminal]

Want...? I don't know. Sometimes I want lots of things. Sometimes I don't know what I want. You know.

[likeaman]

Do you see the stars when you're indoors, pet?

[deliminal]

Do you, um... know who I am?

[ He probably does, if he pays attention. ]

[likeaman]

No—

[likeaman]

Wait, yes.

Bloody hell.

[deliminal]

I, um, I thought you would. Unless you didn't.

[likeaman]

Is this real?

[deliminal]

Is, um... is what real?

[likeaman]

This, the dungeon.