PARABOLICAL GRAFFITI

Alright now who went and killed poor Kumiko. She was fun for all her crazyness. Less annoyed about the glowery one to be honest. I don't think he liked me much.

You people do have a dreadful habit of killing anyone remotely interesting who arrives here. Frankly its rude.

[Filtered to Hyperion, magic users, allies]

So. Now that we're not bursting into song and possible flames any more, and now that we have the really very pretty sword, what are we going to do about those darn vampires running around? Because I think we might as well keep on this winning streak and get rid of them too.

Ideas? Comments?

The past couple of days have been the most damaging in my life, certain moments aside. If the supernatural law was subject to human law, I'd cite violation of the eighth amendment, possibly the first. I can't dance. At all.

However, I might have the potential to be a rock god.

Burn baby burn! Burn baby burn! Burn baby burn! Burn baby burn!
Burnin'!

To mass fires, yes! One hundred stories high!
People gettin' loose y'all gettin' down on the roof - Do you hear?

Folks were screamin' - out of control
It was so entertainin' - when the boogie started to explode
I heard somebody say

Burn baby burn!

[ooc: Saturday Night Fever - Disco Inferno. AKA Spike's FAIL attempt at explaining the situation.]

My life is undone I'm a sinner to most but a sage to some
And my Gods are untrue I'm probably wrong but I'm better than you
And the longest hours I had in my life
Were the ones I went through to know I was right
So I'm safe but I'm a little outside
I'm gonna laugh when I'm buried alive

STAY...You don't always know where you stand
'Till you know that you won't run away
Theres something inside me that feels
Like breathing in sulfur...

[ooc: Slipknot - Sulfur]

I've been having a weird weird day
Tell me I'm not the only one to feel this way
I've felt like this before!
We all have back at home.
That didn't exactly go so well.
Our souls we might have to sell.
What now can we do?
I think we really should quite care.
We should tell them to beware,
I'm still not wearing underwear.

[to the tune of the Parking Ticket song from the original Once More with Feeling!]

A vicious appetite
Visits me each night
And won't be satisfied
Won't be denied
An unbearable pain
A beating in my brain
That leaves the mark of cain
Right here inside


( ooc:Depeche Mode-Barrel of A Gun )

Getting your ass kicked from the inside.

Not so much with the fun. And yet

Ladies and Gentlemen, May I have your attention please? Do you wake every morning in shame and despair to discover you're alone with no partner there? Life's just so unfair. Well, ladies and gentlemen, from now on you can waken at ease! You need never again have a worry or care, I will show you a specimen of male quite rare!

Gentlemen, you are about to see someone who might soon be dead...

...inside of my head!

Come one, come all to Zatanna Zatara's first come first serve All American Man Auction!

On the block today: One tall, dark, and handsome mortal male plucked straight from the recesses of a genuine Los Angeles dive! He likes: vodka, jukeboxes, lame pick up lines, Santana, singing Black Magic Woman to random women in bars who very obviously aren't interested, attempting to get them to dance with them Okay, I might have danced back, but completely against my will, and then grabbing their asses when they refuse.

He dislikes [and these are just my guesses from his reactions!]: Spikes, komodo dragons, blindfolds, and hanging upside down over lizards by his big toes, so ladies and gentlemen if you're into bondage? This is not the gentleman for you!

Biding starts at ten dollars! Help rescue make this fellow's night!





Hey, men of Los Angeles? Stop grabbing my ass.

[ooc: *coughs innocently*]

Boy, do I hate this place. Bev's not here, people make fun on me because I'm a duck and proud of it, and I'm working at a damn jacuzzi place again, and boy, are those places disgusting. I just want to go home.

What would you define as the meaning of life.

42 is not an acceptable answer.

Never drinking again.

Until next year.

Lá Fhéile Pádraig sona daoibh!

An bhfuil tu ar meisce fos?

Pionta Guinness le do thoil!

[ooc: I am reliably informed by the Irish one that this means: Happy St Patricks Day to you all! Are you drunk yet? Pint of Guinness please!]

Right, owning a Gulfstream in a city you can't leave is completely pointless. This place really cuts down on the fun toys.

[Zinda]
Rolls or Mercedes? They're both black and they both go fast.

I've also beefed up the armoury. It kills me, but it's been done. Fourth floor.

Sometimes I really hate the PTB.


[Private to Faith]

Hypothetically..lets say I agreed to this partner bit, would I get a say in who?

Free for all fight night. Winner walks out with a grand in their pocket, losers get carried out on stretchers, in body bags, or inside of one of those fun little cremation vases. Depends on the finish and species you're up against.

Sign ups are at the front or directly through here on the boards. You want in? Get your asses to The Factory.

I want to see blood. Lots and lots of it, kiddies. Fucking send her away, I'll fucking kill

Took a walk around the city to clear my thoughts. Saw a man; early 30s with his seven year old daughter. She was carrying a sketchbook, holding it against her, and smiling. Reminded me of simpler times. Made me smile.

I have shook off once more that mortal coil. It is so good to be myself again.

Bored, now.

Minor issue with all the other shit we've gotta deal with 'round these parts, but I gotta say...

What the hell is up with music these days? What happened to cats like Sly, James, and Earth, Wind and Fire? It's fucking depressing.

iPods, though. Those're cool. Slaying and listening to Curtis Mayfield? A girl can get used to that.

Okay. So, now that I'm gisted with a side of clothes from Wal-Mart and place to stay with half decent company. . .

What's a girl gotta do for a job? Huh? I. . .am a damn good detective and looook! Shiny new PI license, just took the test last year!

If nothing else I make a damn good receptionist who happens to slip helpful little post-its into all your case files. You should hear my phone voice.

Takers?

Jesus Fucking Christ, yeah, I said it, I'd forgotten how much I can't fucking stand blood.

It's all fun and games before I'm trying to empty my non-existent stomach. And it shouldn't have been fun in the first place. Aw, fuck.

Right. Who's got her and who do I have to kill to get her back?

* Includes anyone besides Ruby who was involved in this, a.k.a. the Alastair/three Hells thread, but the stupid link wouldn't fit in the subject bar. xD

Two questions.

Are you okay, and is there anything I can do to help if the answer to the previous question is no?

( Filtered to angels and Winchesters & co )

( Filtered to good guys )

( Claires )

OOC: Anyone wanting in who hasn't said anything before should respond to this post. Jessi will have John reply to each of them ICly and he'll place them in the groups that were OOCly made up based on their abilities. Thanks!

Here again? Intresting.

Just for the record, whatever it is around here that has all the mystic and shamany types here going crazy, nothing to do with me or mine.

It's actually rather annoying, think you hero types can get it sorted so my lot can get back to some real work without my people having fits?

SPIKE HURT MY FEELINGS

He said very very hurtful things and is a VERY BAD MAN and now that little teeny bit of humanity I got left....well...gosh I want to cry... But according to the laws of message board ettiqutte  I'm supposed to whine about it first while excusing everything around my tragic little life that no one else can understand the horrors of.

So come on Spike. Tell me? Tell me why you're so very very dastardly and dare I say...mean.

You know, sometimes I look at the people and I think, why do we even bother? Sometimes it feels that no matter how much some of us do, it's never enough and people are always whining that we should do more. Not just put ourselves at risk to protect them, but cuddle them afterward. So it makes me start to think, do people ever stop to think are they worth being saved? Why do we keep doing it?

And then I remember. Because some people invent things like tequila. And tequila makes it all worth while.

I'm a crackhead too! Come have a go at me!

[Crackhead]
Don't listen to Xander. He's just upset because Anya won't let him have a threesome with you. ;)

Hey guys. Did you know that me and Dracula used to be old friends?

I don't think there's a decent motel in this city. At least, not one that you can afford on a Slayer's salary.

I HAVE MY POWERS BACK!!

THANK YOU ANYA!

THANK YOU PETER!

I HAVE MY POWERS BACK!!!

(added for Claire!)


[Glitterfy.com - *Glitter Words*]

I've failed.

Father, I've failed you. I should never have tried to do this. Never. This should have been done the right way from the start. Tradition, it trumps all and it starts now.

Fucking Slayers.

Thanks for the Valentine, Petrelli. I'll always be yours. ;)

It's really very sad that they've got to resort to taking away Slayer abilities in order to get the job done nowadays. Back in my day? You went after them, full on. Didn't have to worry about any hippy dippy rituals. You went in. You faced the Slayer. If the bitch was tougher than you, you got yours. End of story, that's how a man goes. Anything else is just sad and pathetic.

After the battle of Sunnydale, I remember I said something to Buffy. How she wasn't the one and only Chosen any more, just gotta live like a person. And I asked her how it felt. 1800 Slayers activated. Either of us could have walked away if we wanted, left this never ending fighting behind us.

But neither of us did. Hell, that decision cost me my first real relationship with a guy before it even began. He knew what it meant to be a Slayer and he couldn't take that so we split.

There are times, more than I'd care to admit really, when I would give anything for a normal life. Marriage to a guy who loves me, kids, the security of knowing I might even live to 30. I see others having that and I admit, I'm jealous.

Now I have no powers. I could live like a normal person if I wanted. Go to sleep at night and never slay another vampire again.

But I can't walk away from the mission. So I've realized something. The speed, the strength, the instincts, they weren't what made me the Slayer. I'll keep at the fight even without those. I'll keep fighting so others can have all those things. Because I guess in a way I'm luckier than most. Most never know what they were meant to do with their lives, but I do. The mission is what I'm meant to do. Regardless of any strengths or powers. And even though that means making sacrifices, and being jealous of those who don't have to make those sacrifices, it's still my purpose in life. So that's what I'm going to do.

Also, have a few drinks and think about getting me one of those catsuits.

OI JUSCAUSEEI'M DRUMK DOSEN' TTTTTTTTTTT MEAN OUYA OAUHGT TO - WASAST WORD. OOOBJECTTTIFY ME!

I'm making a list. Respond if you want to be on it. Got to keep track and all.

People Who Want to Off Spike
1. Nikki Wood.
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[after this, and end of/during this]

[Filtered: Anti-Baddies]
Faith is back at the Hyperion. Healed, and recovering. Thank you, everyone.

[AI and Allies]
One down, two to go.

Raidon and Kumi will not be happy that Toru is dead. Be careful.

Healed him. Made him human. Soulless bastard was alive. Then died.

Anyone going out to patrol or look for these vampires, stop by my office at the Hyperion to collect a blood vial. DO NOT go near them on your own. Also, they have used the Scythe to strip one Slayer of her powers. Be extremely careful.

[custom filter*]
[*includes all of AI, Spike, Buffy, Winchester house, Selene, Lindsey, Cathy, Claude, Heather, Jack Landors, Batmans/girls/Oracle, and Clark (younger)]

Faith was taken by one of the vamires. She's been tortured. She's healed. She's recovering. The one that hurt her is dead. And I am back at the Hyperion.

Time to see how the others will respond. So stay safe.

[ABClaire, Xander, Kennedy, Sam, Spike, Fred]
Keep an eye on Faith.

[Filtered to Raidon and Kumi]
A shame about Toru. His heart just wasn't up to it.
His head was a bit more proud. It's outside your door.

Touch one of mine again, and you will die.

Leave the Scythe. Leave Los Angeles.

Last warning.

[Sarah]
It exploded?