Old Muse is Old. Also Possibly Mostly Forgotten?

[goodwithdamage]

Okay, alright, I get it. You rewatched the piece of crap movie and now you're feeling the missing feels for yours truly. Yeah. Figures.

You know this isn't even going to work, we tried it on the other place and you did nothing with me there - hell you haven't even gotten me new icons or anything like that.

It's not that I don't appreciate the sentiment an' all, 'cause yeah, it's cool to be remembered once in a while, but I think I'm ... done with the whole slaying thing. She doesn't need me anymore and it's not like you'll figure out what to do with me while I'm here.

... You know... whatever, mun. Do what you want. Just ... she's okay, yeah? Yeah. Then we're good.

Comments

[wealldosillythings]

For someone so selfless you're a bit of a pessimistic bloke.

[goodwithdamage]

Wouldn't exactly say I'm selfless. Selfish. yeah, not so much with the selfless.

[wealldosillythings]

Then why're you more concerned about a girl's well-being than your own? Shouldn't it be the other way 'round? To be 'selfish'.

[goodwithdamage]

[...] It's a ... thing. She's sort of ... special.

[wealldosillythings]

See? That means you care! [She smiles brightly. She's convinced she can read you, Pike. Or she's at least trying to convince herself.]

[goodwithdamage]

Huh, guess it does. [He gives a small smile] Guess she gets to people like that

[slaygal]

Pike.

[ buffy stares, blinks, then stares some more. is this real? she pinches herself, it hurts. yep, she definitely isn't dreaming, which is good thing. like, a really good thing. she missed him. it's lonely in this place without him. beaming, she runs towards him, arms thrown out, ready to pull him into a bone crushing hug. not on purpose, of course. sometimes she just doesn't realize her own strength. ]

Oh, my God! Pike, you're here. You're really here.

[goodwithdamage]

Buff...

[He doesn't have time to pinch himself, but the bone-crushing hug? Yeah, that's good for letting him know this isn't a dream]

Yeah, I'm here Summers. Crashing whatever little party it is. [Small smile]

[slaygal]

Oops.

[ she can hear the strain in his voice, the change in his breathing. guess that means it's time to let go and offer him an apologetic look. ]

I'm not sure if "party" is the right word. I mean, this place is, like, totally weird.

[goodwithdamage]

Are we talkin' weird like the scene we just left weird, or weird like ... stuck in a box weird?

[slaygal]

A little of both, I guess.

[ except not really because bloodsuckers she can handle. ]

Place gives me the wiggins.

[goodwithdamage]

Yeah I get that feel.

[He folds his arms]

So ... evil-evil or high school evil? This place.

[slaygal]

[ she cants her head to the side, feigning thought. ]

Oh, it's definitely evil. I can sense it. I mean, from day one I've been getting some seriously weird vibes from this place. [ a beat. ] There's not much I can do about that, though.

[ there's nothing corporeal for her to hit, no big, bad beastie for her to slay. there's just nothing. all there is is emptiness, and, well, that frightens her. ]

[goodwithdamage]

You're the Guy, you'll find a way.

So, erm what's your ... person got you doing?

[slaygal]

Nothing, really. I don't think she's all that interested in me, which, by the way, is rude.

[goodwithdamage]

Hey, you're not the only one sufferin' from that, Buffy. [Awkward though 'cause he doesn't want her to be all forgotten]

[slaygal]

[ she doesn't mean to sound so vexed, but the thought of disappearing forever is always lingering at the back of her mind, filling her with dread. ]

What about you, huh?

[goodwithdamage]

Me? I'm just hanging around this place, waiting for the person to work out what she's doin' with me eventually. I've done the waiting game before, I can do it again.