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.

Comments

[wellpastsaving]

Are you alone there?

[superbeing]

Alone? Nah. Nina and Kate hang around most the time. Illyria and Spike have stopped by with refugees every so often.

[wellpastsaving]

No one who'll kill me on sight, I hope. [ can you kill someone who's dead several times over? she'd rather not know... ]

[superbeing]

Wesley and Cordelia are gone, and Gunn's ... [ he shakes his head. ] Even Dad's been pretty MIA doing the whole lone wolf thing. I don't think you have anything to worry about.

[wellpastsaving]

Angel... [ it comes out as almost an interjection of sudden remembrance, as if the thought hadn't crossed her mind yet. ]

Playing hero, I take it.

[superbeing]

Being a hero. [ it's not playing. he corrects her in a firm way, but it's not especially sharp and chastising. just decisive. ]

[wellpastsaving]

I'm not even going to pretend to be surprised.

[superbeing]

Good. [ he crouches down to grab the sword, picking it up and hefting it over his shoulder. ] You shouldn't be. [ his tone is unwavering, speaking of endless faith in angel. he can't really begin to explain how much he appreciates everything his dad's done for him, as misguided as some of it was. ]

[wellpastsaving]

I take it that's where you get it from. [ she waves a hand at the sword ] All this.

[superbeing]

Dad's not around much. [ it's something of a non-answer. because, no. he didn't get it from angel. he got it from holtz. and then he got it from necessity. and now ... now he gets it because it's right and, yeah, maybe he wants to be like angel. because he gets it now. ] Come on. This way. [ he begins to lead her down from the roof. ]

[wellpastsaving]

[ she follows, eyes casting about around them as she takes things in, looking slightly distracted now that she's put her attention back on how she might have gotten here... ]