deadpoet | First Stanza - [Action & Voice]

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[A few moments before Spike arrived, he and Illyria had just escaped most of the main action and a great big bloody dragon come out of nowhere. He'd lost track of Angel and Gunn. Wesley was dead. So now it was just the two of them. Until Spike suddenly came to the surface of the river, cursing as he suddenly started burning and then swimming back underwater again until he could hide under the shade of the bridge. A bloody tiny bridge. And here he was with only a pair of white pants, now failing to hide much of anything, as he ended up STUCK in this tiny shadow. There was a book in the sunlight that was just out of reach. As the day passed on, it continued to get further away from him as the sun shifted the shadows further and further away.

What bollocks.

He decided he'd just wait until the first person came across the bridge and get their attention. That ought to do it.]

[Action/Voice, Open To All]

[Well, Willow took him 'home'. And he rather decided he liked it. Of course, a vamp can't make himself good and comfy without the proper accouterments. So after taking a nice long shower in House Seven, perusing the kitchen, and no doubt making his new housies terrible uncomfortable, he makes his way out as soon as it's evening. In his New Feather pants at first, because what else was there? But his first stop is the clothing store and he's soon back into slimming back. And then it's off to pick out a fancy weapon, get some blood at Good Spirits, find some smokes, recollect his lighter, and then snoop around town because he knows a certain old flame is around here. ~~Not you, Buffy.~~

Around midnight, he hits up the journal after finally recollecting it from beside the bridge.]

This is a nice little village you lot have here. Very cozy. Has a certain quality to it, you might say. Very Shyamalan-type setting. Too cheerful. Downright unsettling, if you ask me.

Anyway, who do I talk to for the big plan? I've done my sitting around already. Relaxing, sure. Not too fond of the wings. Too ironic for my taste. But I'm ready to go and find the wankers who locked us up in here and do something about it. Champion of the people, right here. Just point me in the right direction.

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Um. [Think Will think!]

I think her his name was. Drrresden. He's actually a guy. And he's not actually a vampire. He's a wizard. [Nervous chuckle.] Gosh, what made me say "vampire?"

[PHEW that was a close one! You're such a good liar, Rosenberg.]

[Willow, there was absolutely no way he was buying that. She was an even worse liar than Buffy.

He just gives her a LOOK. Time to fess up, wicca girl.]

[Crap.]

Okaaaay, so your crazy axe-murderer ex is here and she's just as crazy and axe-murder-happy as ever.

Dru. Drusilla's here. Bloody hell. What does she remember?

[If she remembers him trying to stake her, that would be bad.]

To be honest, I was too busy avoiding her to ask.

Uh, you should probably know that Buffy's already staked her once, but she came back. Fangless.

Staked her? Came back? What the bloody hell are you talking about?

[Oh boy. Here we go.]

Okay, so if people die here? They're resurrected and plopped right back into the enclosure after a week and some change.

And that apparently extends to the undead residents.

So you're saying we've got a bunch of sodding extra lives here.

[Skeptical. Very skeptical.]

Something like that. Except every time you come back, you're...missing something. Like there's a cost for it. [Oh look, someone who understands because she resurrected her bff that one time.] And the cost depends on the person.

Nothing comes free. Especially not coming back from the bloody grave. So what did she lose?

[He knew Willow knew that. Hell, he'd died twice now. He got it too. He wasn't at all sensitive about the fact.]

The way I heard it, her...

[Rather than use words, Willow just reaches up and pokes at her forehead. Where it would be all bumpy and ridgy if she was a vampire.]

She lost her game face?

[He didn't even know that was a thing.]

[She nods in confirmation. She didn't really know it was a thing either.]

No face-wrinkly fang time for Dru.

Isn't stopping her though, is it?

[Not Dru. She'd cut people with her own nails if it came down to it.]

I'd say the chances are good for a resounding "No."

So, something to see to. The place is looking up.

[She nods.] Probably the only thing that can be said for her is that she shakes things up around here.

Boring place, is it?

[She squints a little as she thinks of all the exciting things that have happened lately.

.....Well, there was the invasion a few months back....and such.]

Well, the excitement tends to come in waves. Certain psycho residents notwithstanding.

Compared to back home though? Pret-ty mundane.

I just came from hell. [He decides to sit down.]

A bit of mundane might not be so bad.

Well, then you might like rural wing life! Complete with a side order of experiments and kidnappings, of course.

For a week, maybe. Not that I plan to be here that long. [A pause.] You lot live here, right? There a spare room?

[She doesn't feel the need to comment on his plans to escape. He'll figure it out soon enough.]

Uh....there is one, but... [Pressing her lips together nervously...oh man, Buffy probably won't be happy with her...]

Good. I'll be needing it for somewhere to crash. Which one is it?

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