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Jan. 25th, 2023 at 10:32 PM
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. ]
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
I can't not pick the neck now.
[ 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. ]
Any chance I can have one of those to-go?
[ 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. ]
You some kind of god?