bitterchill | come out come out wherever you are

Ari patrols most nights. He frequently whistles as he does so. He's on friendly terms with many of the people of the town, though some of them think he's a dangerous weirdo. (They're not wrong, but it's not very polite to say it outright like that.)

Vampires still come to Sunnydale. Because it's Sunnydale, and because vampires are idiots. The ones who live here already, though, have picked up a habit of either visiting the kosher butcher's or the bite shop, or moving to LA. Or having their heads ripped off by an excessively cheerful blonde half-Kal'shekk witch.

Speaking of the kosher butcher's, he pops his head into that alleyway. Maybe he'll see Mr. Ray, that nice vampire chap who comes by for some fresh cow's blood every Thursday. (Ari acts cheerfully oblivious to the fact that every vampire he knows is blind terrified of him. Some of them are alright when he keeps them from eating people; being unrepentantly amoral doesn't have to mean you're not a nice person.)

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From:

unmarred

"You don't know the half of it."

From:

bitterchill

"I'm sure I don't. Did you live in space? Because space is cool, and living in space could make anyone more interesting."

From:

unmarred

"No, I missed that one. But I was created for a substitution plot against Miles aimed ultimately at assassinating key members of his family and becoming emperor of his planet, that's got to count for something, right?"

From:

bitterchill

"Sounds adventurous! Though probably not very pleasant. I'm glad you didn't assassinate your complicated clonebrother, that sounds even less pleasant."

From:

unmarred

"Yeah. I wouldn't have liked it. And the man behind this plot also secretly meant for my coup to result in a long and bloody civil war ending ultimately in my assassination or public execution, which I wouldn't have liked either."

From:

bitterchill

"Gah. You're well out of that, I think."

From:

unmarred

"Yeah."

From:

bitterchill

Ari continues walking. Idly, he counts the graveyards. Presumably Mark's crypt is in Danforth Cemetary IV, off at the far side of town. He wonders which crypt it is? Uncomfortable... Maybe the Ashworth mausoleum? That one's been empty ever since K'z'yx passed of chitin rot, and it was quite a mess for a while. Plus the windows face the sunrise, and you can board them up but you don't want to have to.

From:

unmarred

So: an extended silence in which to contemplate his choices. Exactly what Mark didn't need.

From:

bitterchill

Ari is blissfully oblivious! However, Mark may have noticed that he is always willing to prattle on about nothing in particular if prompted to do so. Ari is currently, for some reason, under the impression that Mark seems like the kind of "speak when you have something to say" person who is bored by idle chatter.

From:

unmarred

After a minute or so, he comes out with, "So what sort of creature is a Kal'Shakk demon?"

From:

bitterchill

"Very big, for one thing. Well, they look very big, actually they're sort of a fleshy oyster-thing in a massive rock suit. Peaceful society, for the most part, they live in cavern-palaces on their home plane and eat crystals. They have power over earth and stone, which I get a bit of-" he picks up a rock and, concentrating, turns it into a picture-perfect robin- "and human crosses get strength and toughness and that whole package. That's true of most half-demons, human blood plays very nicely with demonic."

Edited Date: 2015-01-16 11:50 pm (UTC)

From:

unmarred

"Nice trick. Very pretty."

From:

bitterchill

"Do you want it? I can make it colorful and sparkly and things with a bit of effort, it could spruce up your crypt a bit. I've got shelves full of rocky sculpture stuff, this would probably just get slagged anyway."

From:

unmarred

"That would be very sweet of you."

From:

bitterchill

Ari turns the bird over in his hands. "Tell me what colors you want it, I can go authentic red and brown or black and purple or however you like. For that matter, I can make it a whole different thing, though if you want a unicorn or something I'll need a few more rocks."

From:

unmarred

"Authentic, why not."

From:

bitterchill

Ari breathes in and out, focusing on the color of the stone. Slowly, orange-red bleeds across the feathery breast (feathery rock is actually quite uncomfortable, but nobody needs to pet it or anything), shifting to white along the body and brown through the wings. After a minute or so, he holds a tiny bird that almost looks like it might chirp and fly away at any moment.

Whimsically, he decides to float it over to perch on Mark's shoulder. Oh, telekinesis. The easiest and also best witchcraft.

From:

unmarred

Mark giggles. And pets the bird.

From:

bitterchill

It is made of rocks!

"I can make it glossy or sparkly if you like, but. Authentic robin, right there."

From:

unmarred

"It's adorable." And totally made of rocks. But he is scooping it off his shoulder and cuddling it anyway.

From:

bitterchill

It is unresponsive to cuddles, but it can be presumed to love him very much.

"And if you want it enchanted or something let me know, my roommate's absolutely fantastic at that stuff. She always gives out little trinkets at Christmas that glow mood lighting or sing lullabies or give massages or whatever. She could make the authentic robin an authentic singing robin!"