just rp it.

[musedactyl]

how to play.
1.  Drop a comment with one or more of your muses.  It can be empty if you want me to make a scenario, or you can toss one at me.  If you want to just give me a prompt (a word, song, lyric, picture, phrase, anything), I can riff off that too.
2.  In the subject line, you can specify any of my muses you might want to play with, or you can ask me to pick someone.  No muses are off-limits except for those that have no icon uploaded on the list.  If you leave it to me, it is likely that I will give you someone I haven't tried yet, haven't tried much, or haven't played in a long while.
3.  just rp with me.  if something jives really well, maybe we can continue it in another one of these later, sort of like a super casual verse.  if it doesn't, it doesn't.

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random icon ftw

[wellpastsaving]

[ yeah, alaric apparently was hunting darla but instead what he finds is crazy s2 human darla instead. 8)

she doesn't seem at all surprised that he's here. or maybe she just doesn't care. it's all part of the crazy package. ]

If you're looking for Darla, you've come to the wrong place. [ there's a bitter mockery in her tone, as she cracks a sad half-smile ] She didn't come back.

[rumancek]

[That's okay, as far as Alaric's concerned she still falls under the category of crazy vampire bitch. He knows the type well enough (read: he was married to one of you) not to be talked into lowering his crossbow.]

That's funny, you look like you fit her description well enough.

[wellpastsaving]

Maybe on the outside. [ the smile grows a bit, but it only looks more out of place as it does so, as if she's telling some joke that's only funny to the insane. ] All teeth and terror, that's who she was. And not a single doubt -- not one. Do you know what that's like? Never second guessing, never stopping to care--

[rumancek]

[Apparently she was batshit crazy to boot. Good times]

What the hell are you talking about?

[wellpastsaving]

[ yeah, well. her ensuing eyeroll is surprisingly lucid. ] Being soulless. Is this your first day?

[rumancek]

So that's what helps you sleep at night? Pretending you don't have a soul?

[wellpastsaving]

Didn't. Past tense. And as vivid as my imagination might be, there's no imagining the difference.

[rumancek]

Right. So fill me in on how this works. Or not. Outcome's pretty much the same either way.

[wellpastsaving]

[ she lets out an amused noise ] Ruthless. I always liked that.

A heartbeat makes no difference to a man like you.

[rumancek]

What the hell is that supposed to mean?

[Oh right, vampires he's familiar with have heartbeats whoops. It'll take more than that to prove you're human, boo.]

[wellpastsaving]

[ lmao she's gon' die son. again... ] They brought me back all wrong.

Human.

[rumancek]

[And a little maladjusted, he's starting to think.

But man, now he's (unsure) because he can't just murder a human even if she is a possibly batshit insane former vampire.]

What? Who's "they"?

[wellpastsaving]

Wolfram and Hart.

[rumancek]

[This was making even less sense to someone that has been living in hickville USA for the last year.]

The law firm?

[wellpastsaving]

The law firm, yes.

[rumancek]

[Okay, you know what? Screw this. Alaric didn't trust this bitch and the longer he let her talk, the easier it would be for her to catch him off guard and making him into her bitch-snack.

When in doubt, shoot first and ask questions later. If she was telling the truth, then the vervain dart wouldn't do any lasting damage (unless it hit her in the eye or something wtf). If not, well, he wasn't really all that concerned what happened to her tbh.]