Playing at...a few places

[fuckingvisions]

Come on. Knock it off. Yer spreadin' us out too thin here lass. It's gotta be the three games ya already put me in or Bakerstreet. Ye can't keep up both much less thinkin' on another game just for Spike WHO may I remind ya wanted to kill Cordy and meself AND might I and the whole tortured Angel. I don't give a damn how 'funny he is.' That ain't something I look at for a reason to go to another place.

On that note, stop chasing every Princess you pass. It's kinda sad the way ya keep breakin' the player's hearts and let's be honest I hate dyin' every other day. Quit bein' mean. If ya want to have me playin' with these Cordelia's then go for a few of the nice one's too. I miss her bickerin' at me over trivial stuff.

One last thing. If ya really wanna find Connor and Murphy MacManus you BETTER have let me drink against one of them. Come on, it's the Saints! Everybody's gotta love the Saints!

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[bigbad]

...you're not entirely human, are you?

[fuckingvisions]

Happen to be very much human. [ Come on he's not just gonna admit it. That's the ace in the hole sometimes!

[grownabulge]

Who are you again?

[weaponmadeperfect]

AW c'mon Doyle you know she loves tearing out good hearts. In a good way of course.

[fuckingvisions]

If ya don't remember me, we will both be happier.

[fuckingvisions]

How did I get stuck with the horror movie chick? Seriously....She played Michael Myers how the hell did i get here?

[grownabulge]

Usually I remember better people I fail to kill. Take Cordelia, for instance, I remember her clearly.

[bigbad]

[Spike taps his nose.] You don't smell it.

[fuckingvisions]

You vampires an' that smellin' me blood. [ So the little Irishman may be giving an annoyed look now.] What's it matter ta ye anyway?

[fuckingvisions]

[ He took a step back but gave him a look.] Ya don't need to be rememberin' the Princess, she's prefectly find outside of yer memories. Fine if it helps, do ya remember the whole going to LA after the Gem of Amara?

[bigbad]

Just that it'd be particularly funny to kill one of Angel's friends, if you and him both showed up. [And even with the chip in, he can fight demons.]

[fuckingvisions]

[ YEP, he's taking a step back.] See that, that RIGHT there is why I don't be too keen on the idea of that. Dying once was more then enough.

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[grownabulge]

Of course I--

Oh! Oh! You're that bloke. Had you look for the ring while Angel got tortured.

[grownabulge]

...

So.

How've you been?

[fuckingvisions]

Dead, yerself? [ COME ON HOW OFTEN CAN ONE USE THAT LINE!]

[grownabulge]

Dead as well-- then undead. Again. Was incorporeal for a tad in-between. Ain't life grand?

[fuckingvisions]

We should start a club, returned from the dead kind of thing. Met at the pub, play some cards and have a few rounds.

[grownabulge]

Formerly dead, formerly mortal enemies club? I could get behind that.

[fuckingvisions]

Shockingly sounds like a good time. [ He grinned a little before finally laughing.] So are we bein' serious or still sarcastic, cause I was totally being sarcastic man.

[grownabulge]

Bit of both. [offers him a cigarette. He's totally friendly, see?] I play for your side now. Former side.

[fuckingvisions]

[ Taking the offered cigarette, he nodded thanks.] Still pretty much on that side, so I guess that be makin' us both on the same side now.

[ He held a hand out then.] Since I never gave ya my name before, it's Doyle. [ This was a trip.]

[grownabulge]

[shakes his hand]

Well. That explains why they were so pissed off.

[fuckingvisions]

Think ya lost me there...

[grownabulge]

This guy... uh. Lindsay? He came to me, told me he had visions and that my destiny was to help the helpless. He introduced himself with your name. People got angry.

[fuckingvisions]

.... [ The Unlit cigarette almost dropped from his mouth, yeah he forgot to ask for the lighter.] Who the hell would want to steal my identity? I be horribly in debt to loan sharks both demon and human on top of havin' a lot of people after me anyway...

They bein' Angel and Cordy, huh?