The first thing she noticed was the warmth. Which was odd. Because last time she'd checked it'd been winter. The second thing she noticed was... that she itched. A lot. Almost as if she had fur and she were wearing clothes, which was (obviously) entirely out of the question; she'd not had fur last time she'd check, and needless to say, there was no NEED to check. So her eyes remain closed. The final thing she noticed was a weigth on her back; a heavy, dead weight. Still swimming through the murky waters of dreamland, Buffy wrinkled her nose and attempted to wiggle out from under the weight - since when had her bed covers become so god damned heavy? She was changing them in the morning.
Covenmice (11:37:08 AM): There was something heavy and painful and.. okay, well all of him was prety much pain at this moment. not the horrendous tear-my-limbs-off-it-would-feel-better sort of pain when you were dying or seriously injured, just a a sort of pain that... well most people wouldn't have noticed, really. Then again, most people hadn't spent more than a handful of years as a reanimated corpse. In point of fact, there was a sort of pain associated with life, the pain of your body as it slowly ebbed towards that one inevitable death everyone knew was coming. Everyone that wasn't like him, at any rate... but why could he feel that? Spike opened his eyes, staring out at the... the sunlight. Immediatly his eyes flashed open, he gave a high-pitched yowl, of all things, and went running off towards the first spot of darkness he somehow knew was there--which turned out to be under a couch. ... WHY did he fit under a couch? for that matter, why did he just yowl? His ears perked and tail twitched and he thought he just might have an answer to both of those questions. Looking down at himself, the extreamly blonde ex-vampire gave an owl-eyed blink. "oh bloody 'ell."
Darku Angel (11:45:06 AM): Wiggle, wiggle, wigg- this wasn't really getting her anywhere; still eye.closed, Buffy huffed under her breath, letting out a long breath through her nose. It made her whiskers tingle in an odd way that- Instantly her eyes snapped open, and just as swiftly, she was forced to close them back shut again; since when had her eyes been THIS sensitive to light? lifting her hand she rubbed at her eyes grumbling away the sleep-fuzzies with huge effort. Except... her hand was a paw. And her face had fur. And that WEIGHT was realy driving her crazy. Then came the yowl and her paws flattened against her ears and it was right about THEN that lucidity... slowly caught up to her, as the weight lifted. Eyes opened up again and the first thing she noticed was that everything was big. Very big, "I shrunk," it was said sleepily, matter of factly till she frowned-
Darku Angel (11:45:32 AM): "Wait, I shrunk?" That didn't sound right. Looking down at herself, Buffy let out a long sounded Yowl of horror. The universe ... was very wrong today.
Covenmice (11:47:50 AM): Spike looked up as the thing he'd been previously laying on... Buffy of course, he should have known. Funny, he never thought he'd end up on top of her again, it was amazing how the universe kept chunking that at them and yet Buffy continued to insist that her heart belonged to Angel. Heh. He wasn't bitter, not at all, really....
"After a fashion." He replied from under the couch. Sure light may not seem to hurt him now but... well he still was under the habit of NOT going into it. "this is quite the development isn't it, precious?"
Darku Angel (11:53:12 AM): "Oh God," she looked down at herself again, then twisted her neck to look behind her, "Oh no," she twitched, grabbing her tail, "Oh God, oh no, oh GOD," she kept repeating the same words as a mental mantra- she couldn't be expected to fight like THIS. What was she going to do? Kill demons from cute? Meow them to death? ... Scratch them? She extended her claws and winced at them, "Ooooooooooh God...." It was then she finaly noticed the voice. From under the couch. And she squinted, "I'm dead," she said matter-of-factly, "I'm dead. I died. I'm dead. And this is some bizarre.... post-death dream," Except last time she'd died... she'd not had this dream, "Maybe I lost it finaly. I'm mad. i'm locked up. Because I can't be a cat, and I can't be talking to you. You died. Oh god."
Covenmice (11:56:56 AM): "I really do doubt that God has very much to do with this one," Spike snorted. He rolled his eyes a litle and shook his head. "And you've done an awfully lot more than talk to me in the past, if I recall, so exactly how is this worse? The Scooby Doo wannabees are probably working on this particular development as we speak. Assuming that sister of yours doesn't come along and adopt you."
Darku Angel (12:01:50 PM): He might've been coping rather well, but she sure wasn't. In fact, the poor girl-now-cat merely managed to point a claw at him, then back at herself, then back at him and then a repeat all over, gawking like a fish. Figuring she really should close her mouth and sort her thoughts, she did, "Is this a spell?" of course it was a spell. Well, d'uh, and of course he was right. She relaxed instantly upon his words, stretching out her paws, "I have paws," she turned and squinted, peeking her head under the sofa, "You have a tail," wow, she was probing to herself to be odly intelligent today; except not. Wiggling under the sofa, she squinted again, "Are you alive?" she emphasised the word; because granted, she'd always known him dead, but ....
Darku Angel (12:02:08 PM): she'd seen him DIE in hellmouth just... days ago, "We're dead," she nodded, as if really that explained it all, then paused, "This sure isn't heaven though - is this hell?"
Covenmice (12:06:00 PM): "I'm going to assume that I'm alive, as i apparantly have rather warm flesh and a beating heart, yes." He replied, "And the sudden ability to walk in sunlight, though I would rather not demonstrate it at this juncture." Yes, he was taking this far better than she was... but didn't he usually? She was the emotional one, he was the cold-hearted p***k.. which suddenly wasn't at literal as it had once been. Bloody brilliant. "And we're not dead, I can assure you of that one. As we're quite pointedly not dead, I'm going to make the large leap of thought here and decide that its likely some form of spell." The only hole in his logic was that he honestly couldn't remember what had happened past hellmouth, when he'd sent her running along her way.. when he'd accepted that she'd never love him.. and when he'd... died.. knowing he'd never love anyone but her. He'd rather not think about that at this moment, actually.
Darku Angel (12:15:24 PM): OOooh... well that made sense. She made a silent 'o' gesture with her new maw, her head nodding slightly, and then she sunk into deep thought; she even tapped her maw with a finger. It last a great two seconds before she gave up on the thinking. She'd never been the thinker. Giles pointed what needed to be killed, and she killed it. She never did the 'thinking'. That wasn't Buffy-stuff. That was .... other-people-stuff. She was sort of torn between being extremely glad he was here, or being extremely... well... there wasn't a word for what she felt. Awkward? ... Annoyed? It was a mix. And she rather not think about that at the moment. She frowned, "Uhm.... expect... you died. And hellmouth went boom. With lots of fire. And a big hole. And everything, everyone... we all left, and suddenly poof? Kitty-chow? What kind of moron turns a slayer into a kitty,
Darku Angel (12:15:40 PM): and revives a vampire just to... do the same?" Oh, there was a god out there having a blast with them. She just knew it
Covenmice (12:17:06 PM): "What kind of moron assumes their friend went to hell and pulls her out of heaven because they don't want to find or deal with a new slayer?"
Darku Angel (12:23:25 PM): "..." she'd lifted a clawed finger, pointed at him, as if expecting some extremely witty answer to pop right on up, but instead she found herself closing her maw back shut, her paw lowering back. Her ears followed, and just for the shortest of seconds she looked pityful, "I wasn't dead this time - there wasn't any need for a spell... and I haven't seen them for a while and .... oh god I'm screwed. We're screwed," a pause, "I refuse to eat mice. Or that yucky cat.... stuff that Willow gave her cat. Ew," she wrinkled her nose and then head-floored. Her forehead resting neatly there.
Covenmice (12:27:28 PM): "Well we might as well make the best of it." Spike poked his nose out from under the couch once, as if testing the light. He still wasn't sure about it, though. "And figure out where the hell we've ended up at."
Darku Angel (12:30:54 PM): She was too busy smacking her head against the carpeted floor as he poked his head out, however, she did make an effort to twist her neck and watch him, "Make the most of it? Spike we're kitties. I can't even make a pun out of it. Make most out of what? I mean, glad to see you, just... didn't expect you on all four, with a tail," she paused and wrinkled her nose. Somehow that hadn't come out like she'd thought it would have.
Darku Angel (12:31:41 PM): http://www.gaiaonline.com/forum/breedable-changing-pets/o-nnl-winter-shoppe-o-ss-spots-are-open/t.14632019_7126/ <--- still want a slot?
Darku Angel (12:31:46 PM): one custom one open
Covenmice (12:32:13 PM): damn, i think i missed it
Covenmice (12:32:17 PM): XD I need regular slots
Covenmice (12:32:19 PM): not customs
Darku Angel (12:32:51 PM): sorry XDDD was too late
Covenmice (12:34:17 PM): wait.. i didn't? XD
Darku Angel (12:36:51 PM): ((go you! XDD))
Covenmice (12:41:03 PM): He refrained from giving her the bitter response she really did deserve. Instead, Spike just gave a small, barely audible snort. "You act as if this is the worst thing that's ever happened to you. Really, i don't think being a cat compaires in the slightest with dancing to death, diving into hell, or any of the other countless apocalypses you've played a roll in."
Darku Angel (12:46:55 PM): She could be a brat; she was well aware of this fact, but truthfully? Well... she wasn't used to feeling defenseless, and something at the back of her mind told her hat kicking and punching was out of the question, even if she'd been able to balance herself. Instead of answering, she gave him a sour look that spoke volumes of just what she was thinking, "I'll take the death dancing," she said with a frown, her head poking from under the sofa, "At least then I know what I want to kill. And can," she flexed her claws, then shoved them in his face, wiggling them, "Not good. And who says this isn't an apocalypse? They follow me. With my luck this is one too."
Covenmice (12:50:05 PM): "Oh yes.. death by kitten. Its definatly going to be an apocalypse." Spike rolled his eyes, "Will you just calm down. This isn't that bad."
Darku Angel (12:54:16 PM): "I have A TAIL. HAVE FUR; THIS BAD," she wiggled her fingers again, frowning at the sensation, then paused, lifting a paw, "And we have no oposable thumbs; we'll, there goes smocking for you, Spike," wiggling fully out from under the sofa she attempted walking, "And precisely my point, what do you think I'm going to do if a Demon comes in and attacks us-"
No sooner had she said this, that a large white hued... creature, more dead looking than alive appeared out of nowhere, tackling the female to the floor, it's boney mouth open and for the longest of moments, time froze. Then, it licked Buffy. Right across the cheek, leaving a long trail of saliva down her fur.
She wasn't entirely sure if she whince due to the drool or due to the way the thing looked. Either way, her flailing and squirming and scratching were doing little to noting.
Darku Angel (12:54:44 PM): http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y286/darkuangel22/Ex-libris/certs/milchamgolgothaadult.jpg say hi to golgotha
Covenmice (12:54:52 PM): CUTE
Covenmice (12:56:37 PM): --"BUFFY!" Despite the light in the room, Spike was out in a flash. He seemed to have better luck in dealing with the balance changes that she had, and his claws were out as he tacked the .. thing off of her.
Darku Angel (1:02:52 PM): Blinking, the large create arched the bone tail up, curling it around the other fuzzy body, tugging in an attempt to get it off of him, "Stop that," It was said with a frown, a tilt of his head, as if he HADN'T just tackled the girl he was effectively holding in his outstretched boney-claws, "That doesn't hurt, but you're going to get blood on the floor, and that will attract the other not-so-nice ones here," Golgotha shook his head, lifting Buffy up to squint at her, "New here? Haven't seen this pretty fuzzy before."
She bristled at the last remark, her body flailing and squirming as she sunk her fangs into the bone; amusing, that she was biting her way out (or trying to). It was all rather ironic. It was getting her nowhere though, "Let go! LET GO!"
Darku Angel (1:03:21 PM): Tilting his head, he did just that; he dropped her down, blinking dead eyes at her, "Down."
Needless to say, Buffy didn't appreciate that; she somehow managed to land on her head, "I hate this," she murmured into the floor
Covenmice (1:08:21 PM): "The lass is with me," Spike hissed at that, immediatly bristling when this... thing called her pretty. No matter what was decided between them, she was still his turf, as far as his heart was considered.
Darku Angel (1:12:16 PM): The 'thing' in question blinked. One. Twice. Then something, seemed to dawn on him and a smirk graced the small part of his maw that still had skin, "Already got one," he said lightly, "Don't need another bond," he said, as if expecting them to KNOW what he was talking about, "Bonds are tedious."
Having picked herself up from the floor, Buffy squirm slithered over to Spike, "What's a bond? What is he TALKING about?"
"A bond!" a chirp this time. Happy. Really eerie, coming from such a horrible looking thing, "Libris all have bonds."
Covenmice (1:13:08 PM): "And what might a libris be. We're not exactly in the know here, mate," Spike snapped, shoving at the tail still about his middle.
Darku Angel (1:24:27 PM): Aparently fine with the situation as it was, it took Golgotha another few moments to release Spike, "Libris; it's what you are," he leaned in to sniff at the female, only to have her hiss audibly at him, "Not sure what kind though. Young. New born. Newly summoned rather," he replied as he placed himself on all four, "You're the furry kind. I like the furry kind," a pause, "My bond has feathers."
He was rambling. And Buffy was feeling more and more confussed, so she did the next best thing that ocurred to her; leave. For now. She shoved lightly at Spike's side, "Let's just go and look for ourselves. He doesn't seem to be all the way up there..." for some odd reason simply leaving without him was out of the question. Huh. Odd.
