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Isadora Raleigh (poison_and_fire) wrote in indarkness_logs,
@ 2010-09-07 20:41:00

Entry tags:

!complete, 2032 09, isadora raleigh, spike spiegel

RP: To Trap the Trappers
Characters: Dora, Spike
Time/Date: After dark, September 7
Location: down by the south shore, two miles from the hotel
Warnings/Rating: devious plotting
Summary: Dora makes arrangements
Status: Complete

Isadora was patient, but she also wasn't one to waste a potential opportunity. It was completely possible that nothing would come of it, that they wouldn't be able to develop a plan -- with or without considering people's magics -- but wasting the opportunity wasn't worth considering.

Perhaps they could observe down by the shore. Perhaps they could hear every word ... but perhaps not.

Earlier that day, she and Iridia had taken a stroll along the second floor hallway. Under the pretense of scratching, Iridia had kicked the note Isadora had dropped beneath Spike's door, and they'd moved on along the hall.

The note was simple, giving him directions and an approximate time of a meeting place. If he showed up, he showed up. If he didn't, well ... then he didn't, and she and Iridia enjoyed a quiet evening listening to the waves in the darkness. She hoped he'd figure out how long of a walk it was, and leave early enough ... if he was coming at all.

Drawing the shawl closer around her shoulders, Isadora stood by the shoreline, listening to the waves as she gazed across the water. Iridia was listening for footsteps, though she was a bit herself as well.

Truthfully, she had no idea where to start, but ... perhaps discussing what they knew as facts would be a place to start. They could assess their resources and perceived willingness of people to participate, and go from there. If necessary, she had nothing against the two of them doing something alone together ... whatever they could manage to pull off.

Surely, there was something to be done, one way or the other.

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lunkhead
2010-09-20 08:41 am UTC (link)

Water traps. Right. Spike had forgotten about those, but he'd seen the network post and Faye's less-than-considerate interaction with the trapped boy. Chase, wasn't it? He stifled a laugh and shook his head, obviously only pretending to be worried. "Forgot about those," he said. "That changes everything."

Or maybe it didn't, but for the purposes of the running joke, the statement worked well enough.

When Dora jested about loving the island, he noticed the hint of bitterness in her tone. But what could he say about it, without risking letting the Heads hear the revelation? Nothing worth saying, really. Nothing that would make much sense. So he just reached over and, assuming she didn't move away or protest, placed a hand on her back.

"Hey," Spike said, careful to keep his tone joking for the sake of appearances, "at least you know you have a soul. I'm still debating that one for myself." He moved his hand shortly after finishing the sentence, but it was a significant gesture nonetheless... more than he'd usually feel comfortable doing. And, though he'd passed the statement off as a joke, it was truer than he'd ever admit under surveillance.

Dora's reasoning for dragging him out so far made sense, and - in all honesty - Spike didn't mind. He just felt a little tired, was all. "Don't worry about it," he said with a slight smile. "I think I'll survive. This time."

He didn't really know what else to say, though. It was difficult to go from a discreet conversation to one that was undoubtedly being spied upon, so he hoped Dora would have something to say. Or, at least, that the silence wouldn't be of the awkward sort. Spike just wasn't the sort to fill in the gaps when there was a natural lull in conversation.

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poison_and_fire
2010-09-20 02:10 pm UTC (link)

She doubted Spike would have noticed since the panther was on the other side of her, hidden by her body and her skirts, but Iridia lifted his lip slightly at the touch to Isadora's back. Dora soothed her dæmon with a gentle stroke to his head. It was easy enough to understand his reaction. Spike had no dæmon, and therefore Iridia had no one to nuzzle in response. This, she supposed, was the half-life they'd have to learn to accept.

"I'm quite sure you do," she replied to his statement about his soul. "I've heard of those without and while an argument could be made for your case, I think you're safe." She nudged him lightly with one elbow as they walked in.

It wasn't much further, though the closer they got, the less inclined she was to talk for fear of letting something slip inadvertently. She hoped he'd understand the silence and the approaching parting of ways. No sense in discussing their conversation where they'd be observed once more.

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lunkhead
2010-09-23 10:01 am UTC (link)

"But you can't be sure," Spike jokingly protested, pretending not to notice the little elbow-nudge. "Until it grows fur and decides to show itself, there's no proof I have a soul."

Honestly, he didn't so much doubt whether he had a soul. He doubted... that it made a difference. He wasn't exactly Mister Morality or anything of that sort, so he was no stranger to being accused of soulless existence. And he wasn't completely certain he was alive enough to have a soul that mattered; but that uncertainty had been a problem for three years, now. It had nothing to do with the island. At least not exclusively. None of that would be mentioned away from the relative privacy of the shore, though. So maybe it didn't matter at all.

When they were finally at the hotel, Spike offered a simple glance and a small smile toward Dora. There wasn't much to be said, considering 'I really enjoyed our secret plotting and hope we can do something similar again soon' wasn't appropriate (or, for that matter, something he would say even without being watched by the Heads). Instead, he settled for a simple procession into the parting of ways.

"Take care of yourself," he said, moving away from Dora as he did. "You should try that 'sleeping' thing. I hear it's good for you... or something."

He, however, was heading for the kitchen instead of his room. (After that little stunt he'd pulled to get off the ground, he was a little too residually sore to be interested in laying down.) Hopefully there were some of those weird fruit pie things in the pantry; even if they didn't quite taste like real pie, they were slightly addictive.

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poison_and_fire
2010-09-23 02:03 pm UTC (link)

"Or feathers, or a carapace, or scales," she murmured with a little smile. She wondered what his would be, honestly, and wouldn't have been surprised if he was some sort of serpent.

Once they were inside, she lifted her brows in slight amusement when he veered toward the kitchen rather than the elevators or the stairs. She did briefly think about pointing out some hypocrisy -- telling her to sleep while he did not -- but decided it wasn't worth the joke.

"You, too," she replied instead and started with Iridia toward the stairs. She felt vaguely disappointed, but only because she'd (unrealistically) had grand plans of ... well, concocting some sort of revenge they could start carrying out tonight.

Clearly, this plotting a trap thing was going to require a bit more work. But that was fine, wasn't it? All they had was time; it wasn't like either of them was going anywhere.

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