XXIX -- voice -- Spike joins Team Nanomite;

[breakmychest]

God, the incessant nattering from all of you, especially lately. All these stupid complaints and general whinging. Makes a bloke want to rip out all your throats.

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[vinkus-witch.livejournal.com]

Well, you're in a lovely mood.

[bigbad]

Had a bad day, I guess.

So did you do your homework? You know, for the first bloody time since I gave it to you?

[vinkus-witch.livejournal.com]

It's not the first time, but yes.

[bigbad]

All but. Who'd you get this time?

[vinkus-witch.livejournal.com]

I spoke with the EMH shortly before he left. He said that Mr. Holmes has some sort of grudge against him, that he is made of particles of light called 'photons', and yet he is corporeal despite this due to something called a 'force field'.

[bigbad]

And here I thought you'd try and use Glinda.

[vinkus-witch.livejournal.com]

[Elphaba makes a noise between a groan and a growl before turning off the communicator.]

[feverprophecy.livejournal.com]

I honestly hate to go here, but it is possible that the close quarters in this barge has everyone synced up? Has the Midol all run out?

[bigbad]

And who'd you be, then?

[feverprophecy.livejournal.com]

Just call me a Concerned Citizen.

[bigbad]

Right. Sod off.

[feverprophecy.livejournal.com]

But how can you rip out my throat if I'm on the other side of the barge?

[bigbad]

If I cared enough to try? Wouldn't be hard.

[feverprophecy.livejournal.com]

"You people are so annoying I want to tear your throat out, but I won't because I don't care. At all."

I see.

[bigbad]

So do you not understand the meaning of "sod off" or do you want me to rip your throat out? Been a while since I ate anyone, but it's not like I've forgotten how.

[feverprophecy.livejournal.com]

Here, I'll outline this for you.

Step One: Figure out who I am.
Step Two: Figure out where I am.
Step Three: Come try and corner me.
Step Four: Come try.

If you care enough, that is.

You could always just stick to whining about whining.

[bigbad]

[Yeah, Spike's done with this. Because even though he's feeling less against unprovoked killing than usual, figuring out who and where some idiot trying to provoke him is seems like a hell of a lot more work to prove a point than he feels like doing.]

[acid_rayne]

For once, we agree...

Once.

[bigbad]

I'd stay be still my heart, but it's a bit unnecessary, innit?

[acid_rayne]

Just a tad.

[slayage]

You're a little testy today. I'm getting the general badness of whatever the hell is going on here, but..

What's up?

[bigbad]

Nothing, love. Just thinking about the bad old days and how differently I'd handle this sorry boat.

[He says bad old days, but his tone suggests he thinks it would have been an improvement.]

[slayage]

[Okay, she notices that] And what brought on this sudden nostalgia for the "bad old days", Spike?

[bigbad]

Nostalgia? No, course not. Why would I miss being able to do whatever I want whenever I want?

[...yeah, he's failing in the sounding sincere area.]

Plus, you weren't around, then. Whatever would I do without you bossing me around constantly?

[slayage]

[She's a little shocked and caught off guard by this. All she can say..]

You're serious. You're being serious right now. [She's hoping that he says he isn't.]

What's wrong with you?

[bigbad]

[Somewhere underneath all the nanomites, Spike feels really bad about this.]

You being around, mostly. I was much, much happier with you on the other side of the planet, or wherever you were. That's why I never called to tell you I was alive. Didn't want to talk to you, did I?

[slayage]

[There's a little bit of shock and hurt in her eyes. Buffy blinks, and then her face turns into the emotional equivalent of a stone wall. He had just said one of the things she had thought herself. Her abandonment issues getting the better of her. But... No. This wasn't right.

This is Spike. It is. But it isn't her Spike. She knows it now. Is his soul gone? It's time to play along. And it's so, so hard.. Because part of her still believes he's telling the truth.]

Fine. Why didn't you say so in the first place? Could've saved me a load of trouble. [Glare.]

[bigbad]

[Spike knows he's playing into her issues right now, and when he's back in his right mind, he'll feel hella bad about it. But right now, he's hoping it'll do what he's trying to do. Break her.]

Well, you know how it is. You'd get all weepy and annoying and I didn't want to have to deal with that. But it's better than pretending I care about you anymore.

[slayage]

[Ouch-face. Super ouch-face. She continues to glare. Fine, evil!Spike. Be that way!]

Good to know. And the next time you feel like whining? Don't come to me.

[bigbad]

No problems there. Last thing I need is some nosy bint getting in my way and doing everything for me.

[slayage]

Fine. Good! My life will be a lot less complicated, and far more enjoyable.

[bigbad]

That makes two of us. Guess this means I won't have to pretend to like your sister either.

[slayage]

[Oooooh, that earns a death glare. No one attacks her Dawnie. Not no one, no how.]

You know what, William? Unless you want to lose your tongue, shut up. We're done here.

[bigbad]

[Something that might be a glimmer of pain flashes through his eyes. Beneath the nanomites, he does love Buffy and Dawn. But whatever it is, it's gone pretty quickly.]

Good. Wasted enough time on you anyway.