breakmychest | Entries tagged with now's the time for something heroic

[Andrew annoys Spike a lot most of the time. Still, he is part of the team, so after Andrew had been blissfully quiet for too long, Spike took it upon himself to make sure the boy was all right.

...he found a completely empty room that he could enter without an invite. He sighed, shook his head a little, then grabbed his communicator.]

Don't know how many of you knew him, but Andrew's buggered off without a word. Guess you can rest easy knowing he won't show up babbling about how you're fictional and he's read every single one of your comics. [And he'll never discover Spike's Buffy DVDs.]

You lot who are looking into the comas. Shouldn't you be trying to figure out why people keep vanishing as well? Seems a bit more dangerous than sleeping for a week.

( TL;DR about Spike facing his inner demons and stuff. )

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[Private to Elric]

So, I think I just got rid of whatever was making people try to kill you!

[Private to Ardent]

Nice try with the little magic symbol in blood bit. It didn't work. Elric's going to live.

[Gloating is totally classy, what are you talking about?]

[Private to Buffy]

Pretty sure you know this, but in case I never said it: You make me a better person, Buffy. Every day, every minute. And I love you for it.

[Warden Filter]

You know that thing that's been getting into people's heads? Trying to make us go after Elric?

Well, I'm pretty sure you don't need to worry about it anymore. [Smirk.]

[ooc: Backdated to before the breach! Just had to get this up. Feel free to come across Spike just... muttering to himself towards the end of that.]

The Admiral's run out of ideas if he's doing this one again. We've already played this song, and if I end up dealing with undead copies of my friends again, I'll... well, I don't rightly know, but at least this time I know the real one's all right.

[Take that, undead Buffy.]

Still not clear how this whole deal's supposed to work. Did we just hit a dimension with really good reception?

All right, my two cents on the murder thing.

I like fighting. A lot. My biggest complaint about this bloody place is that there's not enough things to hit on a daily basis.

So if you decide to try and murder anyone while I'm around?

Thanks for the excuse.

As for Rex, why bother? The only reason he threw his little nanomite tantrum was for attention. Killing him'll only make him feel validated. If you really want to annoy him, ignore him. Or mock him mercilessly, which is more fun.

[Private to Elphaba]

We need to talk. Come to my room, all right?

Normally it's annoying as hell giving all the new people the tedious "Welcome to the Barge, try not to break anything" speech, but I didn't mind as much this time around. [He's still enjoying having Buffy around. Oh, and Andrew's here too. Which is... better than some people who could have shown up.]

Hello, new people I haven't already spoken to, I'm Spike. Vampire warden, got a soul, won't bite unless you really annoy me... I lied, it's still boring.

[Elphaba]

So, did you do your homework this week, love?

Also, there's someone I'd like you to meet.

[/Elphaba]

[Buffy]

Want to meet my inmate?

[/Buffy]

[Spike knows it's a flood, and he's not particularly happy about it. Still, so far he doesn't seem to be affected, as far as he can tell. He's sitting on his bed, smoking, and not looking at the camera, though he knows it's on.]

A flood again? That's bloody brilliant, mates.
What's this one, then? Not musical, thank God.
Guess I'll just watch and see when it abates.

[He glances over at the camera.]

Have people noticed anything that's odd?
The Barge can get so hellishly insane.
With floods and ports, and strange dimensions, right?
The Admiral must like how we curse his name.
How long till he drives vamps with souls to bite?

[He shakes his head, smiling a bit.]

Don't be alarmed, I'm nowhere near that place.
But who can know what horrors next we face?

[ooc: Spike's power, which he cannot turn off, is to speak in perfect iambic pentameter. He shall be answering in rhyming couplets, sonnets, quatrains, whatever I feel like. Also, he hasn't noticed anything amiss himself.]

My inmate, Elphaba Thropp, needs a job, and she said some bloke called John Smith said there were openings with you lot. So can I confirm that that'll happen?

[Spike looks mildly annoyed and somewhat confrontational. The camera shows his head and shoulders, not much else.]

I'm a bit lost. Is Narvin still a Warden or not? Because there's talk of limiting his communication, and last I checked, we don't do that to Wardens.

[Spike's walking through the halls, trying not to look nervous or rushed. The things Yanky Cthulhu or whoever he was had said about Spike being on some sort of list, about him dying, he'd hoped it was some new inmate mouthing off, but with all the other weirdness, all the gods and possessions... he can't help but think that it was probably more. He needs to find his inmate. And he needs to warn everyone else.

When he sees two of the big Aztec warrior blokes, he curses and ducks into the pool room. No time to track Elphaba down. He quickly turns on his journal. He looks worried, but he doesn't have time to try and compose himself.]

Look, I'm not sure exactly what's going on, but in case it wasn't already obvious, these god people are bad news. Keep track of your people, everyone, get somewhere safe if it's possible.

[Elphaba]

Love, something's going on. I don't know if I'll be able to protect you. Get somewhere safe. I'll find you if I can. Don't trust the gods or anyone not acting like themselves.

[He hopes she's not possessed.]

[Warden Filter]

One of the gods said something about me being on a list and dying. I don't know if--

[He breaks off and looks up as the Aztec Warriors come into the room.]

Please, come with us.

Just be careful, all right? And someone find Elphaba, I don't think I'll be able to protect her.

Come with us, honored one.

[Spike shuts off the journal and slips it in his duster pocket. Then he stands up.]

Do your worst.

[ooc: So despite Spike's best efforts, he is going to get captured this time and hauled down to zero. So all replies to this entry will happen after a violent fight in which any normal human would have died, but Spike didn't try the heart-ripping method, so eventually they overpowered him. Also, he's getting held over a chili fire in hopes that it will make him less annoying. It won't work, he'll just get grumpy. So assume time lapse by the time Spike replies!

Also, the purple dialogue is the Aztec Warriors, if that wasn't obvious.]

[Spike looks considerably more cheerful than he did when he left. He also looks considerably more beaten up. This could be because he spent the past week fighting as many demons and vampires and in one case, a very confused slayer who'd gotten the wrong idea and hit him a few times before they'd sorted things out and averted a fairly small and routine apocalypse together. Still, the bruises and cuts may look bad, but they'll be gone by tomorrow, and the violence was really fun. So he's grinning when he turns on the camera.]

Hullo, everyone, I'm back!

[He leans back, tongue poking out from between his teeth.]

So. I miss anything interesting?