Tasha's Guest Room
Since she was always one who was good at taking directions Tasha found her way to the empty room with ease. At least she hoped it was empty, sharing a room just gets annoying. Tasha slowly pulled her hand to the door and gave it a slight knock. After no reply her hand slipped down to the handle, twisted it and the door opened. An easy thing to do by many, yet strange for this Slayer since she was used to kicking doors down. The Watcher's Council had the bills to prove it. It's not like it's Tasha's fault that she was left out of the loop about something, or something goes wrong, you need someone to blame things on!
Speaking of the Watcher's Council, maybe Tasha could pay them a visit later on in the week. After all they'd be curious about this other worldly Slayer, just as long as they didn't think about trying to bring her back to them.
She didn't need to turn on the lights, it was much easier to see in here than in the chamber she was stuck in before, as she made her was over to the bed which was around the middle of the room. She quickly took a seat upon the bed, took of her boots and leather jacket before lying back on the bed and shutting her eyes.
TBC - Sometime later... A Slayers gotta get some rest doesn't she?
‘… And when you’re a Slayer, The best is nowhere near great enough, When there’s another like you wandering around…’
(ooc-*Is bored since she has no where to post, so will post here a little ahead of time*
..Loza..remember the 'accessible' part of the convo for Tasha an' Spike? how is she accessible if she's asleep!?
*Shakes head..pauses and thinks* Are you trying to do that fainting thing we talked about?
*Wonders how'd that'd work if she's already asleep*..)
After having left Rogue, Spike blindly made his way through the halls, following not only the scent of the Slayer, but also the feel of her power. He had to go all the way back to the hanger before he was able to pick up her scent and follow it properly. So he'd been wondering for a while it seemed, he'd bumped into a few students who would round a corner so fast he didn't have a chance to avoid them. His growls of pain seemed to scare them off most of the time though.. which he felt bad about..
He really did hope she knew the Spike of this world personally, not just by name, because then he'd get to avoid talking with Angel.. He wondered if his other self would have told her about the soul and how he got it.. after all, it was a rather privet personal thing.. He himself wouldn't go around blurting out to everyone how he got it.. but the Slayer and people close to him where different.. weren't they? He'd have told them.. right?
By the time he entered the guest halls, his right hand fingers dragged across the wall as he followed her scent, coming slowly to a stop as the scent stopped at one of the doors. His fingers stroked against the handle, then he held them under his nose, the Slayer had touched the doorknob.. he stared at the door rather uncomfortably for a moment. He couldn't hear any movement inside.. but he could hear the heartbeat, sense the power, she was in there.. and if her room was anything like Rogue's, then she was in the direction of the bed.. So that means if he knocked he'd disturb her, he didn't want to wake her, she was hurt by Angelus.. she was probably recovering or.. he didn't want to interrupt her resting.. That'd be selfish.. but.. now how was he going to get back to ... wherever he wanted to go.. back to Rogue he guessed.. Where else could he go? But getting back there would be a lot harder then it had been getting here..
Stepping away from her door, Spike patted down his black shirt he had been given to wear, the long sleeves covering his battered and bruised arms, though his leather coat he was wearing also did the trick. His hearing had come back, which was good, he needed that... his eyes where slowly returning to normal, everything was just blurs and blobs, but colour had come back.. which was good.. he hated the blackness from earlier..
Maybe he could just wait until she woke up? Yeah... how long will that be? Hours.. sitting in the hall outside her door... god he was going to make her think he was obsessed or stalking her or something.. which...he partly was obsessed but he was obsessed with Slayer's in general and right now he wasn't even here because she was a Slayer.. it was because she knew his other self..
Sitting down, he gently leaned his back against the wall, either someone would find him and he could ask them how to get to the rooms for the X-Men so he could find Rogue, or Tasha would emerge and give him odd stares that he'd, thank god, would be unable to see.. He stared down at the fuzzy outline of his hand, the white patch over his palm the bandage that Beast had wrapped around his hand wounds.
She was friends with Angel he assumed.. and Spike hadn't been very chummy with Angel.. he wondered if the new Slayer here would be unhappy with his feelings towards his tormentors counter part.. He let his mind wonder back inside the room, listening to her heartbeat for a moment, almost jealously thinking over how Angel get's to hold Jennifer and have her heart beat against him.. But then he smiled as he remembered he got to do the same thing with Rogue.. but then again his smile faded.. he didn't know what it felt like to hold her.. sure it was comforting, nice, but he didn't know how a human.. how a souled one would feel. He's never held someone like that with a soul, he wanted to feel what it's like, he wanted to feel everything they get to feel..
He felt like he was missing out on everything, missing out on a life he never got to experience, that's probably why he admired Slayer's so much. Girl's born to face death every day of their lives, how do they do it? ..How do they cope? How do they.. how do they learn to live, if all they know is death? Slayer's save the world so many times, they help every day people over and over again, they save lives and help keep the world moving when otherwise it might have stopped all together.. But they never get to live in that world, they never get to be another face in the crowd, they'll always be those strangers staring in from the outside.. they where as dead to life as Spike was..
He pulled his knees up to his chest, clenching his teeth at the pain that had caused but quickly relaxing as he glanced around, he wondered how it'd look... a vampire hovering around outside the Slayer's door.. Well.. he was an ancient vampire, they got any problems with this scene, they had better be ready for a very defensive creature of the undead taking it out on them.. verbally of course.. oh yeah.. he was a real threat to life now.. He narrowed his eyes for a moment as he thought sarcastically to himself, but then rested his head back against the wall and closed his eyes, waiting silently for the arrival of.. someone.. be it Slayer or passer by.
(ooc-*Just realized she has Spike in 3 different time frames* Gee..he get's around.. doesn't he? *Stares at Spike as he pants out of breath* best you stay in shape, otherwise you'll end up weighing as much as Loza's husband!
*Watches Spike bolt off to do more exercises to keep fit so he doesn't end up like Angelus*)
Re: Tasha's Guest Room(OOC- *Watches Spike run off* .. Oh yeah 'accessible', well did you really expect me to remember that? The fainting thing... Forgot about that too... *Wonders if people will begin to think she's forgetful*)
*She'd only been asleep for around just under an hour before she woke up. It wasn't due to nightmares that some might have after going through something like what had happened before, she was used to going through things like that. Any Slayer would, it was part of their life just like an office building was to office workers. She stared up at the ceiling for a moment before realising she wasn't alone. Someone was outside... Her Slayer senses told her it wasn't human, vampire most likely.
For a quick moment she thought it was Spike, the one from this world, the one with a soul... Until she remembered he was dead and gelt the soul missing from the vampire. It was the other worlds Spike, who had yet to find himself one.
She wondered why he was outside her room, she couldn't hear talking and couldn't sense anyone else outside. He was alone, outside, like he had nothing better going for him. Her head turned to face the door. It didn't seem like he was going to leave any times soon, she smirked faintly before sitting herself up on the bed.
As she stood up she moaned a little, her head had cleared up but her back was still sore, nothing she can't live with. Slowly, the Slayer walked over towards the door and opened it the strange way many normal people do. Her eyes dropped down to the sitting figure of the vampire. She smirked faintly as he seemed to look like a naughty child that has been told to go and sit in 'time out'.*
Tasha: "Gee... Looks like you're having fun down there..."
*She said folding her arms and leaning in the doorway, as if she was going to stay for a while. After all, what else could Tasha do? Sleep, no she'd had an hour, that was enough for now and lying in the bed just got boring after a while. She also felt like she needed someone to talk to, about anything, just as long as she kept her mind off thinking about the other Slayer.*
Tasha: "So, what brings you to these parts of Mutant Central?"
‘… And when you’re a Slayer, The best is nowhere near great enough, When there’s another like you wandering around…’
Re: Tasha's Guest Room"Gee... Looks like you're having fun down there..." He hadn't heard the door open, mainly because he was so distracted with his own thoats, but as soon as the voice spoke he glanced up at her. He could see her shift her position, leaning against the door frame as far as he could tell.. but then again, it was just a blur leaning into another blurry blur..
"So, what brings you to these parts of Mutant Central?" He quickly placed his hand on the wall as he pulled himself to his feet, he seemed slightly nervous for a moment as he glanced down at his chest and placed a hand over it, making sure he was still dressed.. Great.. now he wasn't sure what to say.. the back of his right hand touched his short fringe as if he wanted to stroke his hand through his short curly hair.. which appeared rather untidy at the moment, though if anything, it only seemed to add to his rugged charms.
He looked down uncomfortably for a moment, stepping away from the wall and moving slightly closer to her, he gently bit the bottom f his lips as he lightly quinted his eyes, trying to make out the blurry shape before him. All he could tell was she had dark hair.. tanned skin.. slightly shorter them him.. he blinked a few times as if hoping that'd clear up the fuzziness. He frowned as he stared down at the ground, obviously getting frustrated that he can't see her.. he really wished she could have met him when he wasn't so beaten up..
"Sorry if I woke you up.." He apologised rather quietly, this'd be the time Jennifer would scream at him for hovering around her and tell him to bug off. He hesitated for a moment, but she didn't seem to yell at him, so he relaxed slightly..
"..I was jus' curious.. 'bout some things.. uh.. you mind jus'.. jus' havin'.. I won't be long.. jus' a few question's.." He's never asked to talk with a slayer before..he never realized how hard it was to say..'Hey, want to chat?' But then again.. how many times has he had fist fights with that watcher whenever he attempted to chat with the slayer.. He cleared his throat softly as he held out his bandaged right hand, waiting, though half expecting her to over look his hand as he introduced himself.
"I can't remember if I already mumbled it earlier... but, I'm called William Spike'ere." He blinked lightly a few more times still trying to clear the blurriness from his eyes, but refused to pull them away, atleast giving the pretense that he could see..
*The Slayer smiled and shook her head, Spike wasn't the one who'd woken her up. She'd just woken naturally. Her eyes narrowed with curiosity as the vampire hesitated a bit, which made her look down the hall to see if someone else was coming. No one, just the two of them out there. Maybe it was just something personal that made him do it, or it could be some sort of a custom in the otherworld, who knew?*
"..I was jus' curious.. 'bout some things.. uh.. you mind jus'.. jus' havin'.. I won't be long.. jus' a few question's.."
*It seemed a little strange being asked by a vampire if he could ask her some questions. She'd never really had much of chat to them before, well there was the occasional threat or asking how they would like to turn into dust, but nothing really important... Well, excluding soulled vampires, they were different.
Her eyes drifted down from Spike, to his held out hand. She noticed the nice little bandage he had, some sort of a souvenir of his time spent with Angelus before.*
"I can't remember if I already mumbled it earlier... but, I'm called William Spike'ere."
*As he spoke she looked up to Spike. Tasha almost always looked at people when they spoke to her, unless she was really angry then she'd have her back turned on them. Actually even when she was angry she still sometimes looked at them, straight in the eye with hers narrowed. Always a good way to annoy the Watcher's Council!*
Tasha: "Think ya may have mentioned something earlier but it's all good."
*Before she continued, Tasha unfolded her arms, causing her to stand properly, reached out her right and shook his hand, nothing too hard to hurt him. Pain was something he didn't need after what he had went through.*
Tasha: "Natasha Macallion, just call me Tasha."
*With that she broke the handshake, pulling away her hand and letting it fall by her side for a short moment until both hands raised a little, finding themselves home inside the pockets of her pants.
She didn't really like being called 'Natasha', it seemed too formal for her. After all, her mother always called her that, her father too sometimes and the worst was being called that by the number of Watchers she had. Couldn't they say a word that was five letters long or less? Honestly, 'Tasha' as quicker to say without the 'Na' in front of it!*
Tasha: "So, you wanted to ask some questions? Spill away... After all, what else have I got to do here?!"
‘… And when you’re a Slayer, The best is nowhere near great enough, When there’s another like you wandering around…’
Re: Tasha's Guest Room"Think ya may have mentioned something earlier but it's all good." He looked down for a moment as shr took grip of his hand, he blinked, he really wanted to see that.. and the look on her face.. was it of disgust? She didn't sound disgusted or offended.. And unlike previous times he's been wounded and offered his hand, the strong grip Logan Blake would all too keenly take upon him, or the thoughtless grap of the other Slayer.. He didn't know a Slayer would actually be thoughtful enough not to try and crush his bloody hand.. he looked back up at her, realizing he was thinking right off topic here..
"Natasha Macallion, just call me Tasha." The corner of his lips tugged slightly into a smile, it was obvious by the way she said it 'Tasha' was the name she liked to be called, but for some reason it felt strange being given permission to call her that.. it was like it was special.. Her hand slipped from his grip, resulting in him also lowering his arm to his side. He's been here for what? Three minutes.. not at a single flying fist, mocking remark or threat.. he liked this..
"So, you wanted to ask some questions? Spill away... After all, what else have I got to do here?!" He gave a slight not of his head, right, down to business he thought, his lips parted a few times in an attempt to speak.. but he kept losing his voice he was so nervous.. Well what was the worst that could happen.. she laughs at him and shuts the door in his face.. well, that's close with what Jennifer had done.. lacking the whole being chained in a bath tub part.. which he wouldn't mind skipping.. Wait, how did he get from thinking of how to ask if she knew about Spike's soul and where he got it to being chained in a bath tub in the Slayers apartment? Well the first time he told the Slayer's gang he wanted to find a soul.. they had lituraly laughed in his face.. Logan couldn't even talk, he thought Spike didn't mean it, he thought Spike was just saying it so Jennifer would like him.. He wouldn't stop laughing.. they all where mocking him, but here he had a soul, he had one.. and they where all wrong at saying something like him could never get one on his own.
"...I was jus' wonderin' actually.. how you knew my name.. I-I was hopin' maybe.. I figured maybe you knew Spike.. an' maybe-" He paused, anxiously glancing down the hall, he quickly looked away, raising his hand uncomfortably to his face, his fingers lightly stroking at his fringe in a weak excuse for his hand to be covering his bruised face. The reason for his extreme discomfort soon seen as a group turn the corner, a red head, a man with glasses, a small brown skinned creature with leafy green wings, and in the center was the other worldly Slayer who was roomed nearby.
Angel had fallen asleep and she decided to go off and check on the rest of her team. Logan had been excited over hearing another Slayer, though he was upset to know Angel had killed this worlds Jennifer. Mark instantly glared at the soulless vampire, although Spike was still looking away, his lips where moving, he just wanted to ask about his soul.. where did his counter part get it.. but he didn't want to ask with them in ear shot.. they'd all laugh again and then this Slayer will stop treating him remotely nice like she has and just team up with her other slayer buddies..
"Oh god.. give it a rest Spike." The Watcher mumbled watching the soulless vampire latch onto this worlds slayer at the first chance he got. Honestly, one would think Spike would have gotten the message by now, he has no right to hover around Slayers.
"You're pretty pathetic Spike, discover the existance of another Slayer and you already managed to find and pester her as well." The rivalry between the group and the vampire was obvious, though the Slayer was keeping very quiet and continued her group moving past Tasha's room. Logan purposfully pushed past the back of the vampire, though unaware of his injuries, causing Spike to insinctavly clench his teeth and growl.
"Shouldn't you be off torturing fuzzy little creatures Spike?" Mark called back, turning his ghostly body around and staring back at Spike, but the bleached blonde vampire stared blindly at the wall beside Tasha's room as he replied rather defensivly.
"No.. I don't torture pathetic lil'creatures that can't fight back, I'll leave'at to you lot, you seem to enjoy it more." As soon as Logan turned his eyes back towards Spike, Jennifer's hand reached for her Watcher and she spoke to her group in a very serious and no fuss voice.
"Guys." With only a moments hesitation, they turned the corner and made their way to the hall where they where roomed, the otherworldly Slayer staying behind and watching Tasha and Spike for a minute. Spike shifted his shoulders slightly, he really wanted to tell Jennifer to sod off.. really, really wanted to tell her to go.. but he was lost for words.. really.. it'd be a growl if he tried to speak right now.. Jennifer rolled her eyes slightly as she turned off and walked to her room, if Spike was going to be stubborn then she wasn't going to fuss about it, at least he looked better then when he had that stake in his hand.
"Who am I kiddin', bugger this.." He turned to leave, but paused as he stared at Tasha, he could see her eyes, well.. little dark blurry dots.. He squinted his eyes.. he really would like to see her face.. it was killing him, he was so curious to see the Slayer in front of him. He stared down at the ground, as he really going to let that gang really stop him from asking her about a soul.. wasn't a soul more important then what they think of him?
"..I don't have a soul." He stated the obvious, hinting what he had come to ask her about, he bit his lower lip nervously, glancing back at the hallway the others had disappeared down..
"..I don't know how to earn one, but I want to... an' they laughed.. they laughed at me.. I wanted to ask if you knew how he got his.. I didn't mean to pester you." He stepped back, moving away from her, he should get back to Rogue before he disturbed anyone else. He should just stay with her, hide away until he got all better and then figure out what he can do with himself..
Re: Tasha's Guest Room"...I was jus' wonderin' actually.. how you knew my name.. I-I was hopin' maybe.. I figured maybe you knew Spike.. an' maybe-"
*... And maybe...? Tasha almost leaned forward a bit, waiting for Spike to finish until she heard the footsteps come around the corner. She recognised the other Slayer, but the other three looked unfamiliar to her. There was the guy with red hair who seemed to have something different around him, although Tasha couldn't quite figure it out yet. Then there was the small creature with the leafy wings, who looked sort of cool. Lastly there was the other guy, something about him made him feel familiar to he...
As he spoke to Spike she realised that he was a Watcher. Not one of this world, she'd met enough to know that. He must have some with the Slayer, along with the other two maybe. So, the other world's Slayer brought along her Watcher with her, a small smirk crept up her face, before it quickly left. Honestly, how many people from the other world have come into this one? Half the population by the looks of things...
Tasha seemed to ignore the comments from the Watcher. They never had anything decent to say, in this world and obviously in the other world. Then the red haired guy called out, geesh this group seemed to be against Spike. Poor vampire, no wonder he couldn't get a word out properly with them around, but she thought a vampire like him would be able to have enough in him to ignore them... Then he replied to them, making Tasha smile seeing how it annoyed them. Already she had taken a disliking to the group and hadn't even gotten to know any of them as of yet. It was mainly due to two members, one being a Slayer and the other being almost worse, a Watcher.
Finally the majority of them turned around another corner, only with the Jennifer left. Her head remained faced towards Spike but her eyes drifted over to where she was standing as she soon left.*
"Who am I kiddin', bugger this.."
*She seemed surprised that he was about to leave. The vampire had made his way to her room, sat outside, mumbled a few words out and was about leave. Vampires were sure a strange race. As he squinted, Tasha wondered if he could see okay. Had Spike been like that the whole time, unable to see properly? If he had he'd covered it up well, but vampires rarely liked to show a weakness they may have.*
"..I don't have a soul."
*Like that wasn't obvious... It clicked to Tasha that that was the start of what he had come to see her for. As Spike looked about nervously the Slayer could tell that the soul talk must be a touchy subject for him.*
"..I don't know how to earn one, but I want to... an' they laughed.. they laughed at me.. I wanted to ask if you knew how he got his.. I didn't mean to pester you."
*She turned her neck, to look back down the hall again as she figured out quickly that they obviously didn't think a soul suited the vampire. Actually she'd probably laugh if some vampire came up to her saying that it wanted a soul, but she didn't really know many for too long. It was probably since she knew that this world's Spike had a soul that she believed that the other Spike might want one.*
Tasha: "If you leave now you'll never find out..."
*She said quickly as he stepped away from her. Spike had finally spilled out what he came to her for and Tasha wasn't going to let him get away with it. If he wanted a soul, the best she could do was tell him. After all, if he did go out and get one, it'd prove the other world gang that they were wrong.*
Tasha: "I'm not fully sure about all the details, but here's what I know..."
*She started stubbornly, leaving the vampire with two choices. He could leave now and ignore what she was about to say, or he could stay and hear how this world's Spike had gotten his.*
Tasha: "This world's Spike left for Africa, once there he met a Sharman who is known for his spiritual courses... Then he had to do some tough challenges which were laid out in front of him... After he passed the Sharman granted him a soul, since he proved to be worthy enough for one."
*Tasha paused a couple of times through her speech as she recalled what Spike had told her once she asked how he'd gotten his soul. She also knew about Angel's soul, but that was another story altogether.*
‘… And when you’re a Slayer, The best is nowhere near great enough, When there’s another like you wandering around…’
Re: Tasha's Guest Room"If you leave know you'll never find out..." The soulless vampire hesitated, his fingers pinching at the material over his chest as that thought seemed to very traumatic to think about.. Leaving and never knowing what he could have learned..
"I'm not fully sure about all the details, but here's what I know..." Tilting his head to the side as she spoke, she was going to tell him.. she was going to tell him how to get a soul? Right now.. now, now.. not later, not when there's time o put aside to help him.. but now.. He didn't believe it.. she wouldn't just blurt it out now.. everyone's been saying he could never get one.. or that we'll find a way.. but with the sound of voice that told him no one knew how..
"This world's Spike left for Africa.." Spike blinked as soon as she said this.. Africa!? What's in Africa..deserts.. great big piles of rocks and sand.. it was so far away from here..
"..once there he met a Sharman who is known for his spiritual courses..." ...Hopefully she doesn't expect him to take up Yoga.. Spiritual courses? What kind, he didn't like the sound of that.. what does a vampire know about spiritual stuff..
"Then he had to do some tough challenges which were laid out in front of him..." Challenges? He couldn't help but wonder what kind of challenges..
"After he passed the Shaman granted him a soul, since he proved to be worthy enough for one." Spike seemed dazed as he stood there staring at her with his head slightly tilted to the side.. His eyes stared at her rather blankly, well.. he wasn't looking at her, he was trying to picture what it would have been like for a soul suddenly explode inside of him..
"...Worthy?" He whispered as if that's the only thing that mattered out of everything she said, his head slowly straightened. It wasn't a curse.. it wasn't a spell or some kind of magic.. it was a soul.. a real soul granted to him.. because.. he was worthy.. he'd get it because they'd think he was worthy.. He blinked again as he looked around slightly, taking a step towards the wall beside Tasha's door, his hand slowly reaching out for the wall so he didn't walk into it. Ok.. breath.. calmly breath.. wait.. he didn't need to breath.. What if he couldn’t pass the challenges? What if he wasn't worthy, he wasn't like this Spike.. stupid 'holier then thou' attitude he had.. how dare he talk with Rogue the way he-ok, off topic again..
He chuckled as he turned and faced her, still distracted in his own thoughts.. he'd show that bloody Watcher how wrong he was about getting a soul. He placed his left hand over his chest.. he knew there wouldn't be a heart beating inside there when he got a soul.. but he did know it’d feel different inside.. But slowly his head tilted to the side gently again, he realized something, will it change who he was.. getting a soul, it changed Angel.. dramatically..
"Did he change much after he got the soul..?" He looked towards her, letting his hand drop down to his side as he leaned his shoulder against the wall, he wasn't sure he'd like changing too much.. He didn't want to be a different person.. he.. he just wanted to be.. well.. with a soul.
*Although his voice was in a whisper she still heard the vampire, which made her nod wether or not he needed the question answered. Her eyes remained fixed upon him, as she left him to his thoughts. Her watchful gaze seeming like the one she usually uses when by vampires, as if waiting for them to make the first move against he but she wasn't planning on him attacking her. Spike wanted a soul, which didn't really make him one to attack Slayers and innocent people. Besides he had mentioned it earlier that he doesn't attack Slayers.*
"Did he change much after he got the soul..?"
*Tasha could tell that this meant something to Spike. After all sometimes changes are for the best, and sometimes change isn't good, so she couldn't blame him for asking. She probably would have if she was in a similar position.*
Tasha: "Well I'm not really sure, I didn't know Spike before then, only knew him with a soul..."
*For a moment she wasn't sure of the answer. She didn't want to give him the wrong answer, it could end up dampening his spirits... Could that happen to a vampire? Well, maybe dampen his feelings or thoughts, whatever he had. If that happened he might never do something for a soul and always be left wondering... Thinking he was a failure before trying... And nothing was worse than failure... She thought hard to back when she'd talked to this worlds Spike about all this.*
Tasha: "Spike came here, from England, still bad I think... Once here he was ambushed by a group who knew of his coming. They put some sort of a chip in his head, to make him stop hurting innocent people, still had it to the day he was staked..."
*They way she spoke of him made the dead Spike sound as if he'd been gone for days, at least. Even Tasha didn't like the way she spoke of him like that, but she had to continue on.*
Tasha: "... It caused his sire, Drusilla, to leave him and Spike could only live off the blood of animals. It was during that time something clicked inside him, he realised what he was doing was wrong. A bit later, he left for his soul."
*It wasn't much but it was all Tasha could remember, or all that Spike had let out. She hoped it would be enough for him. She didn't really think a soul could change someone that much, well... maybe excluding Angel and Angelus... *
Tasha: "I don't think he changed too mu-... Wait... How could I forget..."
*She shook her head angry at herself for almost leaving out such an important piece of information about what had happened to Spike after his soul. Tasha looked down the corridor almost expecting to see the other worldly group come back. She wouldn't want them to hear, they didn't know him so it was none of their business.*
Tasha: "... There was some sort of a drawback, you could say... He was stuck with hearing the voices of the people he'd killed. Sometimes they gave him really bad headaches too..."
*Her voice trailed as she looked back to Spike. She still seemed a little angry that she'd nearly forgotten to mention that. Well, at least she'd said it now. Hopefully that wouldn't put him off the whole soul thing. It might be different for him, after all he wasn't really from this world, it might change for him.*
Tasha: "But hey, you never know what could happen if you went for one, things might be different for you. If you go to that Sharman he might think you're the same Spike and give you a discount!"
‘… And when you’re a Slayer, The best is nowhere near great enough, When there’s another like you wandering around…’
Re: Tasha's Guest Room"The Initiative.." He mumbled as he placed his right hand on the side of his head, he remained silent over Drusilla but had a rather pained expression upon his face as he turned to face the wall and banged his forehead against it in frustration. His fingers from his right hand rubbed his eyes for a moment, before slowly stroking over his forehead and through his head, resting back against the wall and pushing him away from it gently.
"That's not fair.. why is everythin' tryin' to drive me insane, it's like some sort o'joke.." He closed his eyes, they started to hurt being all out of focus, he shook his head faintly, but looked at Tasha again.
"Well.. guess I deserve to be punished, 'long as I become real enough to be treated like I'm.. real, then I don't care." He turned away, his hand rubbing the back of his head, lost and unsure of what think think, but he paused and dropped his hands to his sides as he turned bakc around to Tasha.
"Oh.. Thanx luv, reminded me why I admire Slayer's so much.. I'd almost forgotten." With the faintest smile, he dropped his eyes to the ground, squinting them again as he turned around and walked off towards the X-Men's rooms. He stayed close to the wall, his fingers lightly stroking against the wooden surface so he knew if he passed any passage ways.
how is she accessible if she's asleep!?
The fainting thing... Forgot about that too... *Wonders if people will begin to think she's forgetful*)
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