xxvii [ location: sunnydale playground ] / [ visual ].

[undoing.livejournal.com]

Taxon was a very capricious place, unpredictable and unbalanced like a scale that kept tipping back and forth without ever finding it's center. All this nonstop disequilibrium was beginning to wear thin on the vampire. Angel was restless, tired and frustrated all at the same time, and while that was pretty much the norm for him, being here and not having any control over anything, whether it be comings and goings or glitches or the world almost ending. None of that, did they have a say in. Regardless of the fact that there were certain elements of life here in Taxon that made it not quite the horrible experience some made it out to be, not being able to affect anything made being here near unbearable at times.

Angel liked being in control and hated being manipulated and being told what to do, but most of all he hated being unable to rebel against the unique sort of oppression the aliens placed on their captives. Defiance was at the very core of his person, something that was a key part of him long before he became a vampire; something his demon nature capitalized upon and thrived on. Only one person had been able to get away with pushing his buttons, giving him orders and revoking his right to take a stand - and that woman was long dead, twice over and more importantly, not these goddamn aliens.

It was only natural for him to seek out a constant for balance when the that which wasn't began to grate on him more so than before. (Classic bottler. Eating, eating, eating away until that cap came unscrewed and that which was put aside came boiling to the surface.) Someone whose presence he'd always found soothing, who was the person he'd known longest in the world now that said woman - Darla - was gone.

He went to the playground first and would try the forest next if she wasn't there.

"Drusilla?"

[ ooc | backdated to before spike's glitch. sorry i didn't get this up sooner, emma! today was a busier than i anticipated. ♥ ]

010 [ accidental voice | location: hyperion hotel ] the dust has only just begun to form

[bigbad]

[There's the faint sound of buttons being pushed and mechanical beeps. Spike is playing video games!]

Come on, come on, oh, bloody hell, I was not trying to go there! Stupid plumber. I... no, wait, don't--

[He lets out a frustrated noise as his character dies on the screen. After a few moments, he resumes.]

Bloody game. Princess is just gonna be in another sodding castle anyways, don't know why I...

[He suddenly drops the controller and clutches at his chest, though to anyone listening it will sound like just some muffled thumping. This would be his soul being ripped out of him. On the screen his character dies again, but Spike's not paying attention anymore.]

Oh... god no...




[ooc: And thus begins Spike's soulless glitch! Expect him to deny everything.]