On being chipped

[deadpoet]

Hello, I've got a idea. Rather than wait all those episodes for those government bastards to play around with my head, how about you go and leave me unchipped. You get the big bad me, I get to do whatever I like without a bloody killer migraine whenever I find myself feeling a little peckish. Everybody wins. Maybe not the blokes that get killed, but I can't say I really give a damn about them.

Better yet, let's go a bit before that where I still have that nice shiny ring. That way when you send me into that personal hell with two slayers, I don't find myself filling a Hoover within a week.

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[touchofrogue]

[Snort.]

Is that supposed ta be a threat?

[deadpoet]

No, it's a promise for me to take you off to Disney Land to go on the little boat rides.

[No. It's a threat.]

[touchofrogue]

[She gives him a little smirk, meeting his gaze directly.]

Gotta tell ya, sugah, you've got a better chance of one than the other.

[deadpoet]

Seeing as I don't make a point of daytime appearances, I've got to agree with you.

[touchofrogue]

An' that somethin'? Somehow finding a way from Luceti ta Disney World.

[deadpoet]

Not bloody likely.

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[touchofrogue]

Now, I know I must look delicious, but I've got bad news for ya - you can't lay a finger on me.

[touchofrogue]

An' I'll be happy ta stand in the way of anyone you can touch.

Welcome ta Luceti.

[deadpoet]

And what does that make you? The other Slayer? If so, I like the hair and makeup. Nice to see a Slayer who goes all the way to fit the job.

[touchofrogue]

Who me? Naw. I'm... not like anythin' you've ever seen.

[Mutant. X-Man. Freak. He'd know one of those terms. But she's not keen to claim it right now.

Monster.

Yeah. She's that too.

But she's also more. And that more is enough to keep her standing, loosely confident, and meeting his gaze.]

[deadpoet]

Right. Like I've never heard that line before. Not a single bloody hellspawn that doesn't crawl its way into the world planning to use that line.

[touchofrogue]

"Hellspawn..." [She weighs the name, tilting her head a little before she shakes it.] Now ya sound like the Friends of Humanity.

[Ha.]

[deadpoet]

I don't think it needs to be said how wrong you are on that one.

[touchofrogue]

[Shrug.]

I call 'em like I see 'em.

[deadpoet]

Then it's a bloody shame about your eyesight.

[touchofrogue]

[She smirks. It's not a particularly nice smirk.]

Just 'cause you don't know what I'm talkin' about doesn't make it not true. Fair warnin' about Luceti: "There are more things in heaven an' earth" doesn't even begin to cover it.

[deadpoet]

Right. Not quite feeling the intimidation there, yet. Must be on account of that warning applying to living on a Hellmouth too.

[touchofrogue]

[She shrugs.]

If I was tryin' to intimidate you, you'd know.

[She turns as if to start to go.]

Just castin' my pearls before swine, I guess.

[deadpoet]

Right. Feel free to continue buggering off.

[touchofrogue]

[And she gives him the finger as she walks off.

Because this ain't a kid's show anymore.

You might be hot on TV, Spike, but she's really not actually into guys who slaughter the innocents. Kind of a major turn-off.]