Appointment's Post

[talentsgirl]

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[written, March 11]
[voice, June 6]
[action, December 15]

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[ action, november 10th] - the underground city

[deadpoet]

Two days in and Spike was downright bored. Cultists, the mission had said. A city of them. Expecting a good brawl, Spike signed up without reading the rest. There'd be no zombies this time. No lack of powers. Just a real and honest fight so he could prove he could handle them without trouble.

Unlucky for him it was an abandoned cultist city, cleared out by Luceti's own a year ago. The Malnosso administrator in charge of the operation, a bossy woman without much patience, he send the group to check out a new network of caves that had not yet been cataloged. Spike carried with him a camera, a clipboard and pen, and of course a lighted miner's helmet. He wasn't really using any of them, except when he would hear someone walk up to him. Then he'd pretend to be working.

For the moment, he was lighting up a cigarette. To hell with the air restrictions down here. Not like he was breathing the oxygen anyway.

[ action, november 10th]

[talentsgirl]

Molly was having trouble with her helmet again. Wearing a piece of technological equipment did not mix well with her powers, even though she was trying to hold them down. She took it off and banged her hand against it hopefully, "C'mon, c'mon..."

The forewoman would not be happy if she had to go back for a replacement again.

There was a light coming from just on the other corner of the tunnel and a long shadow cast appeared by her feet. She glanced up curiously, "Hello?"

[ action, november 10th]

[deadpoet]

Damn. Caught. Spike went back to doing whatever the hell he was supposed to look like he was doing. Tapping this writing with a pen? That seemed right.

He coughed.

"Don't mind me!"

He didn't look down her way.

[ action, november 10th]

[talentsgirl]

Oh no, Molly minds. She minds very much because... "Hey!"

Because someone had paid very close attention to the 'limited air' bit of their lecture. Molly quickly turned the corner, conveniently also towards light that hadn't been affected by her magic. She should have just jerry-rigged something herself.

[ action, november 10th]

[deadpoet]

"Bloody hell..." Annoyed and muttering, Spike rolled his eyes and tossed the cigarette at the ground, stamping it out as she approached.

"Yeah? Something you need?"

[ action, november 10th]

[talentsgirl]

"Yeah," Molly coughed. "Oxygen, for one thing. And a working headlamp for another - you've got any extra batteries?"

[ action, november 10th]

[deadpoet]

He took a moment to size her up before answering.

"Sorry, bird. Fresh out of both. You can go talk to the administrator about it. I bet she'd love to help you out."

Deeply sarcastic, as the administrator had already taken a strong dislike to Spike already. No doubt due to his spotty record.