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Tweak says, "SCHMOKIN"!"

Oliver Pike (notafishie) wrote in wariscoming,
@ 2010-03-28 19:42:00

Entry tags:

glory, pike

Who: Pike and Glory!
What: You know how sometimes people can bump into each other and things go peacefully? Yeah, this isn’t one of those times.
When: Late night.
Where: On the way to the pizza place he’s supposed to be meeting Faith.
Rating: What rating would you give brainsucky goodness? PG-13, that’s what!
Status: Incomplete

Pike wasn’t really thrilled about everything he was hearing about Glory. There was a part of him, a large part, that wanted to be there helping out. But he’d chosen to stand by Faith, which meant that right now, his loyalties had to be foremost to her. If she chose to help them, he’d be right there by her side, but barring some massive cataclysm he couldn’t just go off on his own to do it. He hadn’t been kidding when he’d told Faith she was his first priority. However much he wanted to help the others, he’d committed to Faith, and you didn’t just walk out on your commitments.

He’d learned that the hard way.

Despite the fact that he was just going to get pizza, he still brought his gun and his knife. Demons, vampires from their world, the hellgod, and who knows what else lurked out there. He hadn’t been naïve in a long time, and only left his weapons behind for special occasions. Getting pizza, while very nice, was not one of those occasions. The gun was in its customary place in the inner pocket of his leather jacket, and the knife was tucked into his motorcycle boot. He still hadn’t gotten around to buying more weapons, though he did make a note to do it. Especially if vampires from his world were showing up - hostile vampires, he corrected – he would need a pair of butterfly swords. He was good with those.

He idly checked his phone, making sure Faith hadn’t changed her mind or found anything on her patrol. Sure, she was a Slayer, but he was living proof that humans could kick ass if they used their brains in a fight. Not as much ass as a Slayer, of course, but hey. He’d taken down some pretty impressive threats, from time to time. He was absolutely qualified to watch her back.

Didn’t hurt that there were other very nice things to watch from that particular vantage point. He really did support Faith’s love of leather pants.

Of course, he wasn’t qualified to be taking on hellgods. Which is why he probably should’ve been paying more attention. But tactical thoughts and thoughts of Faith were bouncing around in his head, taking up his focus and attentions. And that was his mistake.

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notafishie
2010-03-29 02:55 am UTC (link)

Just like that, the thoughts all dropped away. He turned his head slowly, every so slowly, and just stared at her while she talked. She didn't seem quite as crazy as the vampire, which meant that he was staring at the face of a hellgod. This was something he'd never thought he'd actually run into. The first thought to cross his mind was that she looked...normal. Mundane.

Yet she was no less intimidating for it.

He was terrified. Here was a god, a god, and she had him by the arm. The arm she could just rip off if she felt like it. Who knew what else she could do to him? It was terrifying, as it would be for anyone.

Still. Even as the fear pumped through him, he refused to let it show on his face. He couldn't fight this, couldn't stop her from doing whatever it was she wanted. No matter how awesome he could be with a little brains and brawn, he knew his limits and knew Glory was on a level he just wasn't capable of playing at. She was a god, and he wasn't Kratos.

But he could avoid giving her the satisfaction of his fear for as long as possible. So when she asked, he just lifted his chin and practically snarled, "Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but they are going to rip your head off. And you'll never see your home again."

Ready? No. But it didn't matter, she was going to do it anyway, so he was going to take as much of the joy from it as he could.

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hopeandglory
2010-03-29 12:06 pm UTC (link)

What. A. Brat. Ugh Glory was going to enjoy every second of making him crazy, every single second of it, and he'd learn about being rude to his betters. To a GOD. Did no one remember that she was a God. She was everything they would have wanted to worship and more and way better than some historical guy who let himself get killed. They should worship her. They would, before the end.

"I'm going to go home, I'm going to rule again and Buffy and her fake sister? They'll be dead, all that blood spilling out and getting me my way home, don't you see. Don't you and your tiny insignificant mortal brain understand. I'll show you. I'll show the truth cause only I know it. me and mine, You're going to be mine, you know that by now right?. You're not getting out of here just yet. Ugh Mortals...think you know everything! Everything! But you don't. All you all know are the pointless things. Pointless like sunrise and sunset and loyalty and love and shiney Glowey keys that belong to ME"

Oh she needed to think straight, she could feel it starting.

"Its going to hurt." she told him, "It is going to rip your mind apart for me and you...all you'll know is the pain and the confusion because you DESERVE it fishie boy. You deserve the pain. You could have served me...well okay maybe not but you could have decided against associating with Slayers, Slutty or Stuffy. Either way...too late now."

Her hands had reached the sides of his skull, and Glory pushed.

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