spike

[grigori]

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week 0; monday

[grigori]

[ spike doesn't get a message back, but come midnight, baraqiel is there! their daemon is perched eagle-formed on their shoulder, talons miraculously not damaging cloak or person. ]

This feels like a sufficiently dramatic time and place. [ terribly amused, here. ]

[bloodyromance]

[He finishes his cigarette, which tastes awful what with the mold and everything, and discards it by grinding it under his shoe.]

I have a flair for the dramatic, I'm told. Sure you relate.

How much can you say from here that you couldn't say back there, anyway?

[grigori]

[ an affirmative noise ] It's more interesting, that way.

[ they pass through into the lobby with a nudge of the doors, not seeming bothered by what little light there is. ]

You're one of the Temporals', so not as much as I could say as a Celestial, but more still than we can talk about in public.

[bloodyromance]

[Well, that's just great. He follows after them, hands stuffed in the pockets of his coat.] Who do I talk to for Temporal business, then? This beaurocracy's a bit of a mess, mate.

What are we actually doing here? We supposed to kill everyone on the opposing team? Is there any kind of incentive to us doing that?

I mean, I love a good slaughter, don't get me wrong, but I'm not breaking my promises for the sake of a conflict I got no involvement in.

week 1; monday

[grigori]

[ it's satariel that comes to answer spike, arms folded behind their back and under their wings, daemon raven-formed on their shoulder as they come to join him wherever he's set up in this world. ]

Guess I'm the prick that doesn't mind responding. What can I do for you tonight, Spike?

[bloodyromance]

[He's just at the cafe, in the middle of the night.]

Right. Well, so long as it's not Mr Catholicism, we're set. [He gestures to the chair in front of him.] Baraqiel said you got answers to questions I have that he can't give as a member of the opposite team.

That true?

[grigori]

[ they come over, wings flaring to move their cloak and make room as they drop down to sit across from him. their raven hops onto the table easily, and they lace their fingers to prop their elbows on the table with it, chin on their fingers. ]

Obviously we're still kind of supposed to stay tight-lipped about some things, but we can tell our teams more than we can tell the opposite side. The way I've been going with it, so far, I've answered questions until I can't anymore, and then I'll tell you I can't or we find out together that I've gone too far.

Hopefully, usually, I can tell you, so that it's not a waste of your time.

[bloodyromance]

Alright, that's a lot more helpful. Let's start with say... hmmm...

Okay, what's the defining difference between Temporal and Celestial? Is one of 'em evil? One of 'em good? One of 'em shaggable and the other ugly as all hell? [Well, that can't be true, Qi Rong and Spike are both Temporals.]

week 2; thursday

[grigori]

[ arms folded behind their back and under their wings, satariel will come to find spike, meandering up to him with their daemon raven-formed on top of their hooded head. ]

I think I can make an arrangement for nail polish, Spike. Have any colors in mind?

[bloodyromance]

[He nods and smiles in greeting.]

Well, I like the dark colours like purple, black, indigo, but I think a selection would work. Power's never worn any, after all. She'll probably want to get experimental.

[grigori]

[ humming, giving it some thought. ]

I can give you a set of a dozen for another story. Dealer's choice, whatever kind you want to tell me.

[bloodyromance]

You drive a hard bargain.

[He grins, leaning back against his chair and humming with thought.]

Since it's dealer's choice, I'll go with one that makes me look less like a tit. First time I worked with the Slayer, nearly bashed our mutual ex's skull in with a crowbar and then the Slayer kicked him into Hell. Sound interesting to you, oh Watcher?

week 3; wednesday

[grigori]

[ probably not spike's favorite to deal with but! here is rameel who will meet up with spike where is best for him. ]

A computer chip, was it? Did the government put it in?

[bloodyromance]

[Hookah bar. Come smoke weed with him, Rameel.]

Sure did, the pricks. Bunch of tin soldiers calling themselves the Initiative.

Would you even be able to restore it without making me a vegetable?

[grigori]

[ sadly rameel is a narc so no, but they'll vibe with spike. ]

I'm not exactly a medical professional and just what kind of a chip is it? Is it one of those that you can just fry with an electrical shock?

[bloodyromance]

A sodding computer chip that attaches right to my motor function. And no. It's government issue. They're bloody hubristic idiots but they're not going to make something you can just break with electricity.

[He rolls his eyes in irritation. Then sighs, deflating a little and taking another hit of the hookah.]

It's... fine, if you can't restore it. But... [He looks at his Daemon.] He's a piece of my soul, yeah? The soul I no longer bloody have?

week 5; friday

[grigori]

[ ughhhhhh.

satariel will come and find him, with this general vibe going on to them? their daemon is bear-shaped and at their side, letting them lean their weight into it. ]

I heard you got impaled? I don't like having that in common with anyone - are you feeling better?

[ hopping their short little butt up onto a stool next to him. ]

[bloodyromance]

Well, the sword's no longer actually through me. So that's better, I suppose.

[He's already ordered his own drink but he gestures to the menu in case they want to pick.]

Didn't go well, huh?

[grigori]

[ they pick up the menu with one hand, slumping their cheek into their other hand to read and go over the drinks. it takes a second for them to realize the menu is in two languages before they get there. ]

I got to punch the head angel in the face, and we basically gave our resignation letter, but, yeah. It didn't go well.

[bloodyromance]

Hey, punching angels in the face? Dream come true, take it from me.

[He smiles.]

Still, very brave of you. A bit stupid maybe, but brave none-the-less. You think you managed to piss him off? 'Cuz that's what's important, ain't it.

week 6; tuesday

[grigori]

[ there's no real dressing down, for watchers - even if they can change their clothes, they still mostly have to remain masked and hooded. baraqiel doesn't even bother with it, arriving as they always do, head tipped slightly. ]

A chat, huh. Alright.

[bloodyromance]

And a drink.

[He raises his own whiskey and sips at it.]

Had a talk to Xie Lian. Said you both knew eachother before this all happened. No idea if that's supposed to be a secret, so I guess I'll check with you first.

week 7; tuesday

[grigori]

Hello, Spike-san. What ability did you have in mind?

[bloodyromance]

Hey, Suriel.

Wouldn't mind just having my vampirism back. The good parts of it, anyway. Don't suppose there's a way you could let me activate the demon just for a limited amount of time?

[grigori]

Demon...? What does that mean, exactly? Is it like a boost in strength? [ she's prepared to give this to him, anyway, so. ] We can probably do twice a week for ten minutes. For the price... Tell me about someone you'd trust with your life - someone you look up to, and why they mean so much to you.