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riverviewlogs2017-06-15 02:32 am
idolpire) wrote in riverviewlogs2017-06-15 02:32 am
Open - AU Event
who: Spike and whomever
what: AU event - Spike has a soul and is a little crazy because of it
when: 15-24 June
where: His crypt, the abandoned city, alleys in Quarantine.
warnings: Spike is going to be going through some 'stuff' with regaining his soul for this event and will have been tormented by a canon evil for months beforehand, so he'll be semi-lucid to completely off his rocker. This will involve language, mentions of violence and things he's done in the past, self flagellation/self harm, possibly sexual propositions (easily turned down), and unpredictable reactions from him.
In Town - Resouled:
[It happens while he's in town on the evening of the fifteenth. He'd opted to show up for work that night, wanting to see what all the fuss was about and whether or not he could pull it off, or if he wanted to. Heading into the market to pick up something to eat, he felt it. Felt as if he was lifted up off the ground, then turned upside down and tossed around like a rag doll. Images flooded his mind, time passed that he didn't remember. Moments involving the bane of his existence, then a searing, blinding pain that had him dropping to the ground in an aisle, both hands to his head as he struggled with memories and pain. It wasn't the chip. It couldn't be. He hadn't even been thinking about hurting anyone. No, the pain was deeper, moving into the core of him. His hands scrabbled under his shirt, clawing at his chest as if he could get it out. With the pain and confusion came the realization of what it was. What had happened.
Buffy. Sunnydale. The pair of them. Her death. Her resurrection. Them. That moment in the bathroom -- nausea from that, then... the trials. That bloody demon. The burning pain of his soul. Oh. Oh, god no. No. Months in the basement of the new highschool. Months of memories of reliving all his sins, of an evil power whispering things into his ear to drive him mad.
Then reality shifted and he was there, back on that place he'd found himself in, on the ground with the shop keeper coming over to ask him if he was well.]
Not well. Not ever well again. It burns.
In Town - Lost:
[There wasn't the same power here to whisper in his mind, but the damage had been done. Spike finally left the market, wandering out into the city, confused about what was reality and what was all the noise and clutter in his head. A part of him was trying to tell him he had a place here, somewhere to go where it was quiet, but it was hard to hear that part over all the other things clamoring for attention in his mind.
For the next few days/nights, Spike could be found in town in a worsening state. During the day, he might find himself down in the sewer, or windowless rooms or places that would let him stay safe from the sun. He'd be ignoring the device tucked in his pocket, and might be found at any point of the day/night talking or yelling to himself. There's also a possibility of him hurting himself or bearing visible attempts at it. He'll have moments of lucidity that will get longer the longer he's away from The First Evil.]
Home:
[Eventually, he'll remember where he's staying and wind up going there. Anyone who knows where he lives or follows him home will easily find him holed up as he tries to figure out how to exist with a soul now. All in all, Spike's going to be a pathetic wreck of a loser for the rest of this event.]
[Note: As this event will deal with self harm and questionable topics, please let me know what you are or are not comfortable dealing with. I'm available via PM to hash out the specifics.
what: AU event - Spike has a soul and is a little crazy because of it
when: 15-24 June
where: His crypt, the abandoned city, alleys in Quarantine.
warnings: Spike is going to be going through some 'stuff' with regaining his soul for this event and will have been tormented by a canon evil for months beforehand, so he'll be semi-lucid to completely off his rocker. This will involve language, mentions of violence and things he's done in the past, self flagellation/self harm, possibly sexual propositions (easily turned down), and unpredictable reactions from him.
In Town - Resouled:
[It happens while he's in town on the evening of the fifteenth. He'd opted to show up for work that night, wanting to see what all the fuss was about and whether or not he could pull it off, or if he wanted to. Heading into the market to pick up something to eat, he felt it. Felt as if he was lifted up off the ground, then turned upside down and tossed around like a rag doll. Images flooded his mind, time passed that he didn't remember. Moments involving the bane of his existence, then a searing, blinding pain that had him dropping to the ground in an aisle, both hands to his head as he struggled with memories and pain. It wasn't the chip. It couldn't be. He hadn't even been thinking about hurting anyone. No, the pain was deeper, moving into the core of him. His hands scrabbled under his shirt, clawing at his chest as if he could get it out. With the pain and confusion came the realization of what it was. What had happened.
Buffy. Sunnydale. The pair of them. Her death. Her resurrection. Them. That moment in the bathroom -- nausea from that, then... the trials. That bloody demon. The burning pain of his soul. Oh. Oh, god no. No. Months in the basement of the new highschool. Months of memories of reliving all his sins, of an evil power whispering things into his ear to drive him mad.
Then reality shifted and he was there, back on that place he'd found himself in, on the ground with the shop keeper coming over to ask him if he was well.]
Not well. Not ever well again. It burns.
In Town - Lost:
[There wasn't the same power here to whisper in his mind, but the damage had been done. Spike finally left the market, wandering out into the city, confused about what was reality and what was all the noise and clutter in his head. A part of him was trying to tell him he had a place here, somewhere to go where it was quiet, but it was hard to hear that part over all the other things clamoring for attention in his mind.
For the next few days/nights, Spike could be found in town in a worsening state. During the day, he might find himself down in the sewer, or windowless rooms or places that would let him stay safe from the sun. He'd be ignoring the device tucked in his pocket, and might be found at any point of the day/night talking or yelling to himself. There's also a possibility of him hurting himself or bearing visible attempts at it. He'll have moments of lucidity that will get longer the longer he's away from The First Evil.]
Home:
[Eventually, he'll remember where he's staying and wind up going there. Anyone who knows where he lives or follows him home will easily find him holed up as he tries to figure out how to exist with a soul now. All in all, Spike's going to be a pathetic wreck of a loser for the rest of this event.]
[Note: As this event will deal with self harm and questionable topics, please let me know what you are or are not comfortable dealing with. I'm available via PM to hash out the specifics.
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You really that set on tucking me into bed all nice and cozy? Seems a bit daft to trust a vampire like that.
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Then by all means, stay out here for the night if you want. I have other work to take care of anyhow.
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For a vampire that's been going on and on this whole time about not making friends with his burgers, you sure do seem concerned about my well-being.
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[Or maybe he was. He couldn't tell anymore, the leash he had on his thoughts slipping free a little.]
I'm different. Won't eat the meals on wheels...
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She takes the steps back down to stand in front of him.]
I'll take that as you being charitable. Come on. You can brood somewhere else after I figure out where you're haunting.
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S'not the same, you know. I'm not haunting. Ghosts are far worse than a crazy vampire.
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[Because he has experience, she's sure. Why not, when a high school apparently rested on top of a gateway to Hell? She opens the door for him, gesturing towards the back of the room where her desk resided.]
Well, while I'm looking you up in the system, why don't you take a seat for me. And do your whole not-haunting thing.
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But she was helping, so he went over to the chair she'd directed him to, slouching into it like he was trying to look more nonchalant than he felt.]
Still haunted. Does that count?
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[Said a bit lighter than her previous statements, eyes flickering over to watch him take a seat as she started clicking through various things, typing something up.]
You got a last name, Spike?
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[Simply said, Spike slouched lower, tucking the blanket against his belly as his boots scuffed the tile. Was he being helpful? Not in the slightest.]
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Sure enough, his name pops up. He's been in communal housing before, though apparently he doesn't reside there any longer. It doesn't give her any other address though. Her finger taps at the keys thoughtfully.]
You don't live in the city, do you?
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Not entirely sure. Can't remember. But, odds are, I live wherever there's a cemetery with tombs.
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[She's not aware of any place like that nearby, though she hears stories. Tales from the Perimeter Guards who've been outside of the wall. Or from books and information she's gathered from the local libraries.]
So, if a vampire wanted to live in an Abandoned City -- that's something your kind would be up for, right? Dark, quiet places without other people.
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[A sigh, followed by a massage of her slowly throbbing temples.]
Unfortunately, I don't think I can be the one to escort you out there. But someone on the Perimeter Guard would be able to.
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I literally found you kicking trashcans and talking to walls in an alley.
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[Said eyebrow raise is now permanently carved onto her features. Or at least for the rest of this conversation.]
I told you I literally know the actual Devil, and you're telling me I wouldn't understand whatever weird thing's going on with you because of this chalice. I think I'm past the whole not understanding thing.
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[He sighed, bunching up the blanket more and slouching a little further down.]
Sorry, pet. I'm... not entirely myself at the moment. Feeling a bit snappish because of it. I know you mean well, beyond it being your job. Good mums take that worrywartness around with them.
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[Said a bit dryly, but not without a hint of genuineness underneath. She isn't affected by this chalice, whatever it is exactly, but she sympathizes with unwanted changes.]
If it makes you feel better, just think of it as me being worried about everyone else rather than me trying to soccer mom you. Just take it easy for now, alright? It's not like I'm going to go off and tell anyone you got a little help.
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Look, just point me in the direction of the cemetery and I can take it from here. I'll get to where I'm staying and you can feel like you've gone and done a good deed. Win-win.
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