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Post by Buffy Summers on Sept 9, 2007 16:38:35 GMT -5
Buffy smirked noticing the hint of attitude in his voice as he asked if the demon word was to much for her to believe. She had met thousands of demons in her life, maybe more. One thing she learned was that most of them had no concept of the truth. Though there were certain exceptions, Angel, Spike, etc. Even though she knew that they often did not speak truthfully, something in her told herself that he wasn't lying. She knew that her instincts were extrermely important, and almost always correct. Seeing this she loosened her composture, her face became less tense, her eyes glowing off bright green.
"I guess not, I wasn't planning on killing anything anyways." She said lightly, her tone more playful then anything.
She hoped that she wasn't coming off as someone uptight, as this was far from her true self. Though back in Sunnydale when compared to Faith she knew that most people thought Buffy didn't know how to have fun, but this was far from the truth. In fact, Buffy had fun, though only when she felt that it was the proper time. True, it didn't come often, but it was known to happen. Although she knew that it didn't matter what he thought of her, as she didn't honestly care. He was a demon, and one that she didn't know. So why was she even thinking this? It was dumb to even think such things, this she knew. Nonetheless she glanced back to Willow and seen that she was preoccupied. Seeing this Buffy took a seat at the bar and ordered an apple martini out of pure boredness.
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Post by Felix Arrios AKA Chronos on Sept 12, 2007 0:03:41 GMT -5
A chill seemed to shift through the crowd, but it was so slight it would be difficult to detect. Then from a dark corner and man appeared out of what seemed the air. His eyes, cat-like, sharp and brilliant purple, glanced around as if hoping no one saw him. He stood about half a foot taller than five feet, perhaps a few inches more. His skin was soft, pale, creamy, his hair long, wavy and gold, ending about three inch past his rounded shoulders. His slim frame was covered by an unusual looking business suit; deep, almost blackish purple with bright purple pinstrips, a silky purple tie and a crisp white undernuts. His shoes, black leather and looking expensive, clicked under the loud sounds of the club. His ran a hand through his golden locks and peered around once more.
"Bloody woman, where are you?" he growled under his breath; his voice was silky and smooth but edgy from annoyance. It was obvious he was seeking someone and with an annoyed sigh, he took a seat at the bar and ordered coffee.
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Natasha Marne
Evil Witch
Demonic Familiar
I obey but i dont have to like it
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Post by Natasha Marne on Sept 12, 2007 0:32:56 GMT -5
Natasha left the bathroom, wearing her hair up in a high ponytail. She wore a knee length black skirt and a black tube top, and a silver chain belt. It was her fancy clothes, and since they were at a club, she was dressing up. Annoyed at her companion, she’d slipped off into the bathroom to pout. Exiting, she immediately caught sight of him prowling like an annoyed cugar and headed towards the bar. She planned to give him the slip as long as possible, but really wanted a drink, bad. She slid into a chair at the other end of the bar from him, next to a girl who ordered an apple martini. She smiled at the young woman. “That sounds good.” She flagged down the bar tender and ordered one as well. She didn’t really drink besides wine, and Chronos’s scotch. She figured it wouldn’t hurt to try something else.
((OOC: I’m thinking Natasha would probably feel human, but also demonic, but faintly. Like how the house still smells like bacon at 5PM lol))
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Spike
Vampire
Ahhhh, my head. I think I'm sobering up. It's horrible. Ah... God... I wish I was dead.
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Post by Spike on Sept 12, 2007 21:36:13 GMT -5
The dark clad figure walked threw the dancing couples. His heart sitting unmoving in his cold chest but a soul stirring deeper. His normal black clothing and long leather coat hung on his shoulders. Spike had just returned from America where he had stayed even after Buffy. He had joined Angel for a time to finish off some of the aftermath of the last battle. His thin lips parted in a smile when he saw her surrounded by other familiar faces. He took one last Step so he stood so the woman could see him.
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Post by wowposter on Sept 10, 2008 2:12:14 GMT -5
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Post by wowposter on Sept 10, 2008 2:15:24 GMT -5
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Post by wowposter on Nov 17, 2008 7:31:48 GMT -5
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