Spike Vampire, The

SPIKE || Roleplay Character Profile for Hunter's Slayground ||

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Villains Out Shopping // Spike and Crowley // Closed

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"Don’t look at me like that, you’re messing me up."

[spikebloodyhell]

"Look at you like whut?" a grin tugged at the corner of his mouth.

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Villains Out Shopping // Spike and Crowley // Closed

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"I can’t stay in one place too long, it catches up to me. That, or I accidentally gentrify the neighborhood. Crowley problems."

[spikebloodyhell]

"Yeh, gentrification can be a real bitch."

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Villains Out Shopping // Spike and Crowley // Closed

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Crowley started cutting his steak. “Alright, I’ll just dive right in, but if I start seeing spots in five minutes, I get to say I told you so.”

[spikebloodyhell]

"Right but I get to check on how smashed you are first, because that's usually the cause of seeing spots the way I've experienced it,"  He answered in response as he took another bit and chewed thoughtfully.  "So tell me something, whut's brought you out this town?  Escape or work?"

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Villains Out Shopping // Spike and Crowley // Closed

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"It was less about royalty, more about having no faith in your ability to cook."

[spikebloodyhell]

"See now that's fair,"  He said with a laugh.  "Funny thing is, I watch a lot of bloody cooking shows because nothing to do during the day, and for someone who doesn't have to eat? I enjoy it."

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Villains Out Shopping // Spike and Crowley // Closed

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"Because I’m gonna have it. That was the joke from the beginning, mate. I was kidding when I asked you to taste the steak.”

[spikebloodyhell]

"Oh... someone's all huffy that neither of got the other's idea of funny," He said sawing his knife through another portion of steak and gesturing with it on the end of his fork.  "Don't take it to heart.  Really, the royalty bit doesn't do much f'me because I didn't like myself being all proper all the time.  It's more fun t'be crass."

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Villains Out Shopping // Spike and Crowley // Closed

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  "Yes, yes, you’re lovely at so many things that don’t require a gag-reflex. How’s the steak?"

[spikebloodyhell]

He paused, "Right maybe that wasn't the best choice of words but... steak's fine, why?"

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Villains Out Shopping // Spike and Crowley // Closed

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"I don’t know. That wasn’t the point, anyway. I’m a little out of practice with food. But pretending to choke to death isn’t fun. Not when you do it, anyway. Do you get what I’m saying yet? Do I have to film a documentary?”

[spikebloodyhell]

"Fine, fine... couldn't really choke to any detriment anyway.  No need to breathe so no gag reflex," He rolled his eyes but let it go.  "I"m pretty good at eating even without the need to.  I like the taste, the smell, the whole experience."

He popped a bit of lettuce into his mouth with his fingers.

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Villains Out Shopping // Spike and Crowley // Closed

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"Forgive us if we continue to be not amused."

[spikebloodyhell]

"Well I was amused, sorry if it irked you-- You really think I'd have poisoned anything?"  He asked.

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"There are other ways of doing that, that don’t involve making me very, very cross.”

[spikebloodyhell]

"True, but not as funny," He smirked cheekily then softened, "Oh, come on... you knew I wasn't gonna drop from something I made myself, right?"

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Villains Out Shopping // Spike and Crowley // Closed

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"You’re not funny, William."

[spikebloodyhell]

He cleared his throat and finished swallowing, a little simper playing on his lips, "Just making sure you're paying attention was all."

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Villains Out Shopping // Spike and Crowley // Closed

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Crowley got the silverware and followed Spike to the table, way too excited to being doing some little boring domestic activity. “You make it sound so much more Star Wars than it felt at the time. I like that.”

He sat down next to Spike. “Alright, you know the drill: taste it, and if you don’t die, I’ll try it.”

[spikebloodyhell]

He looked at Crowley incredulously for a moment as if he couldn't believe the demon were serious.  He's watched him make everything himself then shrugged and tore into the rather rare steak.

"Fine... not poisoned... and, I'm not even sure if I had poisoned it it'd do anything to me or you," He chuckled then his eyes suddenly fixed straight ahead and he started to choke, reaching up for his throat.

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Villains Out Shopping // Spike and Crowley // Closed

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"You can’t just cap Lincoln, mate, there’s always an Andrew Johnson waiting in the wings. If it wasn’t me, then I’d go down in history as the biggest traitor since Brutus. My place on the old man’s eternal torment list would be written in blood…. They would’ve never let me die."

[spikebloodyhell]

He nodded and murmurred, "Can't have good without evil..  Can't destroy evil, so how d'you muck it up from the inside out?"

Spike pulled out the steaks and set them on a plate with the potatoes and brought them to the table, gesturing for Crowley to sit down.

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Villains Out Shopping // Spike and Crowley // Closed

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"Well, not that I don’t love the job on occasion, too, but… Have you ever heard that expression — the only way out, is through? Well, imagine, if you will, that the Devil walked the earth-. Not the hot, little Me-Devil. The Morning Star. Legion of the damned on his side, all swooning over their evil messiah. But he’s an archangel, bent on wiping humans off the face of the earth. And one could logically assume that when he was finished with them, us abominations would be next."

"But for some reason, you’re the only demon who sees it coming. So you decide to rebel, turn the tide, throw your lot in with the humans and save the world from celestial kabooms. But then, a cookie-headed angel says your name to the Devil, and suddenly every demon knows you’ve gone rogue. Even if you stuff Lucifer back in his cage, how do you survive the wrath of his idiot children?"

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He set the bowl back on the table and checked the broiler, pulling out the potatoes before he stood up and addressed Crowley again, "Alright, I see the need for it, so the question now is how?  Well, you build an army of your own.  I realize that's easier said than done; but I mean, it makes the most sense dunnit?"

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Villains Out Shopping // Spike and Crowley // Closed

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"Well, it’s not so much the job, as the staff. And the competition. and the clients. And the climate…. Come to think of it, yeah. It is the job."

Crowley laughed in spite of himself. “God, I hate it sometimes. I really do.”

[spikebloodyhell]

"Well, this might sound stupid but... why'd you want it in the first place, then?"  He asked.

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Villains Out Shopping // Spike and Crowley // Closed

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"Salad dressing… You probably should. As for what’s on my mind? I’m enjoying myself. There’s nothing on my my mind right now, and I couldn’t be better.”

[spikebloodyhell]

"Don't get that much time to not have to think, do you?" He asked putting the bowl back down and adding olive oil, vinegar, pinch of sugar, and salt and pepper.  As an afterthought he cut open a lemon, and glanced back up at Crowley.  "Job of your must weigh more'n evil should.  Never bothered me but then... I wasn't a big planner."

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Villains Out Shopping // Spike and Crowley // Closed

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"I know how to set a table." Crowley goes back tot the silver drawer. He looks at them screwy for a moment and raises his hand to do… something, but then picks out a handful of utensils. He gets some dinner and salad plates, sets them on the counter with the flatware on top of them. "So. Anything on your mind? Or, if I was a nice modern gentleman, would I drag it out of you?"

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He considers the question, "It's a jumble mostly, don't got the cash to give her highness the goddess her own hotel room, rubbing elbows with the King of Hell, and ... sometimes I wonder whut I'm doing in this town.  And whut's on yours then?"

Spike asked conversationally as he picked up the bowl of salad then asked, "You want me to dress it or you wanna do that yourself?"

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