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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

[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. ]

[dungeonist]

[ It feels... normal except for the lack of the rest of a body? Delicious B+. Undrainable and self-sealing. ]

[likeaman]

[ He drains the equivalent of 1.5 people before pulling back. ]

Any chance I can have one of those to-go?

[dungeonist]

It is not impossible, but would take me some time to construct and be prone to rot, unfortunately. You may stop by again any time, however.

[likeaman]

I will, best meal I've had in years.

[dungeonist]

Are you malnourished?

[likeaman]

Been on a pig's blood diet for a while is all. And I'm a white hat now, can't go biting people anymore.

[dungeonist]

I see.

[ The next time Spike takes a bite of onion he will uh, immediately notice that Flint, who by now has a complete read on Spike's metaphysiology, has dialed up both the flavour and the crunch to an intensity that it's, you know, like a human eating human food experience. ]

[likeaman]

[ Oh, this is immediately incredible. Spike is absolutely delighted. ]

You some kind of god?

[dungeonist]

I am the child of a god. And this is my realm. I can do most things here.

[likeaman]

You're my favourite higher being I've ever met.

[dungeonist]

I would thank you, but I've come to the conclusion that the bar, as they say, is low.

[likeaman]

Right. They usually want to destroy the world.

[dungeonist]

What a waste.

[likeaman]

Right?, that's what I said, even when I was evil.

[dungeonist]

You do seem to have a healthy appreciation of reality.

[likeaman]

Lived outside of it for a bit.

[ He's still eating his blooming onion and enjoying every bite. ]

[dungeonist]

I said "appreciation," not "grasp."

[likeaman]

[ Spike laughs, genuinely amused. ]

You got me there.

[dungeonist]

But I apologize. I interrupted your story.