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The Wizarding World Captain
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 Posted: Tue May 11, 2010 9:14 am
 Rumor has it the bartender blew his own nuts off during a spell and had them replaced with gold orbs. If you listen closely when he walks to bring you a drink, you can hear the clinking o___o
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Posted: Sun Aug 15, 2010 7:56 pm
*Snorts as he knocks back his drink, settled comfortably at the bar on a stool. His duster laid across the stool on his left. So far he'd knocked out three other patrons stupid enough not to watch where they sat.*
You.. You know you wizard types are all the same.. Just make things..puff in the air like some freakishly handsome fairy godmother.
Can I get another? Thanks, love.
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Posted: Sun Aug 15, 2010 8:00 pm
Well ******** me sideways.. *Croons in amusement as she enters the bar flanked by Phillip, the fabric gathered around her hips fluttering around her ankles as she slides into the empty stool beside Spike* William the Bloody. Or... Spike the Vampire Slayer now, isn't it? *Smiles, all fangs and pleasantries; snaps her fingers for Phillip to come forward and stand at her side*
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Posted: Sun Aug 15, 2010 8:10 pm
*Looks over to her, arching an eyebrow before turning away to begin sipping at his new drink.*
That's me. ....Lemme guess...
Typical leather wardrobe, obnoxious heels, whipping boy at your side... You must be Bianca Sol, yeah?
Reckon we've met before. See you're well off.
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Posted: Sun Aug 15, 2010 8:14 pm
*Requests her own drink, sliding in a smooth circle on her stool to take Phillip's wrist, the sharp edge of her thumbnail cleanly slicing the skin open as an added spice to her drink; scarlet-black drops dribble into the pale amber of her glass*
Obnoxious heels? Please; these are modest.
*Smirks*
Slayer let you off the leash for the night, so you come to Europe?
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Posted: Sun Aug 15, 2010 8:16 pm
You gonna be an arse too? What, does EVERY vampire on this soddin' island know my business?
*Angrily finishes off his drink, barking at the bartender for another before turning to face Bianca*
I don't have a leash, nor do I have a Slayer to answer to. For your bloody information I've gone rogue.
Left the States to cool off from the Council there, I have.
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Posted: Sun Aug 15, 2010 8:22 pm
*Watches him for several moments, her eyes uncharacteristically thoughtful as she studies his frustrated expression, the lines of his face fitted with shadows in the harsh lights draped over the bar* Everyone knows everyone's business, Spike. At least when "everyone" has a record list as long as yours.
*Takes a sip of her drink, her lips curved in a sadistic smile*
Besides, I was looking for you, sort of.
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Posted: Sun Aug 15, 2010 8:30 pm
For me? Why? *Takes his new drink, downing a third of it.*
What could some tart like you need me for?
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Posted: Sun Aug 15, 2010 8:52 pm
*Her expression drops into a scowl*
Everyone knows what the Ministry is planning to do, Spike.
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Posted: Sun Aug 15, 2010 9:00 pm
Yeah? S'just rumors.
Don't let them scare you.
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Posted: Sun Aug 15, 2010 9:01 pm
*An air of petulance turns her scowl almost childish* I'm not scared.
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Posted: Sun Aug 15, 2010 9:41 pm
Then why you bringin' it up to me all foreboding like, love?
It's empty threats. They're not that stupid.
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Posted: Tue Aug 24, 2010 11:59 am
I am not certain they're that smart, Master Spike. *Polite, quiet voice, his eyes remaining on the floor before him as he speaks* There are.. 'rumors' that Buffy Summers and Anita Blake have been added to the Ministry payroll. No one is frightened... just cautious.
But if you feel these are only rumors, then perhaps that's all they are.
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Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2010 2:36 pm
*Enters the pub with a slight stumble to his walk, a black cloak gathered up around his shoulders and his cautious expression only partially hidden by shadows*
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