Random-Ass Open RP

[effulgent]

how to play.

1. Drop a comment with one or more of your muses. It can be empty if you want me to make a scenario, or you can toss one at me. If you want to just give me a prompt (a word, song, lyric, picture, phrase, anything), I can riff off that too. I make no promises for logic, especially if I don't know the canon.

2. In the subject line, you can specify any of my muses you might want to play with, or you can ask me to pick someone. No muses are off-limits! If the character has no icons yet, I will find icons. Or you can make me pick.

3. just rp with me. if something jives really well, maybe we can continue it in another one of these later, sort of like a super casual verse. if it doesn't, it doesn't.

Comments

[slays]

[ as the demon comes into view, her expression goes from one of muted annoyance and 'i don't have time for this' attitude to one of oceans of fury. she grabs the demon and then spike by his jacket and shoves both out onto the porch quickly, practically throwing them back. ]

What the hell is wrong with you?

[bigbad]

[...that sure isn't the oceans of gratitude he'd expected. He scowls, covering his hurt with indignation.]

Person whose bones he was trying to eat is fine, if you care. [Spike doesn't, but he'd even stopped and called the hospital. The hand would never grow back, but the guy lived. Really, Buffy herself couldn't have done better.]

[slay]

And so you bring it into my house? God, do you want to scar Dawn for life? That thing attacked her! The last thing she needs is to see it bleeding in our living room! [ she's so scandalized spike, oh my god. you're incorrigible. she can't take you anywhere. and why are you even here to begin with? ] You wanna kill your own kind recreationally, fine. Gross, traitorous, but fine. Do it on your own time, and keep it out of my house.

[bigbad]

[Well, if something had attacked Spike, he'd like to see it dead.] It can't attack her now. You should be pleased. I didn't have to fight it.

[slay]

Pleased? Pleased that you decided to invite yourself into my job, my life, and my house? No, Spike. I am not pleased.

[bigbad]

[...he should have gone the poetry route.] Well, you invited me into your house. Couldn't get in otherwise.

[slay]

Once. I invited you in once. That's not a standing welcome. That is a zero welcome.

[bigbad]

[She hasn't uninvited him. By vampire rules, that's a freaking welcome mat. But he doesn't point it out. He doesn't want her to start thinking about it.]

Wasn't for me, a lot more innocent people would be dead. Doesn't that get me any credit?

[slay]

You killed this demon so you could take the credit? [ she stares, incredulous. ] ... You're obscene. [ she shakes her head, dismissing it and look exasperated. ] Get out of here. Take your stupid demon corpse, and get out. I don't want to see it, and I don't want my sister seeing it.

[bigbad]

[Now he does look a little hurt.] Fine. Kill your own bloody demons then, Slayer. Better hope the next one doesn't eat the niblet while I'm busy not killing it.

[slay]

I've made it this long without you trying to help. I can protect my sister without you intervening. [ she turns away from him in a huff, but doesn't head back inside. she's waiting until he gets off her porch with his dead demon. ]

[bigbad]

[He starts lugging it away, disappointed in how well that didn't go.] You know, if you weren't too busy giving me crap over killing one of your enemies, you'd realise having me help would just keep her more safe.

[slay]

Nothing you do is help, Spike. [ she shakes her head, disgusted, and watches him drag it a bit away, then turns to head back inside. ridiculous. ]