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

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. ♥ ]

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Not a clue.

This'll be fun. [ he mutters, then more loudly-- ] Name's probably a good place to start, considering you don't have that, either. I'm Angel.

[Angel, is this how you explain everything?]

Angel? [A chuckle.] Add an A to the end and you'll have my name.

[ it's been a long time since he's had to ease someone into the concept of being undead, nearly three centuries old and living off the blood of other people. bear with him. he's...trying. ]

Angela? That'll make it easy to remember.

[ what goes unsaid is that angel's the shortened version. it's angelus - but that's not really his name, either. not the real-real one. ]

[It's not her real birth name either, but we don't discuss those things.]

If you forget, we'll need to get your head checked.

Been around for nearly three centuries and my memory's yet to fail me.

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Again I have no clue what you're talking about.

I'm a vampire.

Right. And you're also no longer a bored teenager.

[There's a sound of air that sounds suspiciously like an unimpressed sigh.]

I know you're not Booth, but you don't have to take it that far.

[ angel flips the device to visual - yes, after nearly a year of having been in taxon, he's finally figured out where all the buttons are. ]

I can prove it, if you'd like.

[When she turns on her side of the video--it only took her about five seconds of having the tablet to figure out how. Take that, Angel.--Angela appears exactly how she sounds: utterly nonplussed.]

Look, I'm all for people getting their thrills wherever they want to, but I'm not about to watch you pretend to nibble on some poor victim.

I don't feed on humans. ...not anymore, anyway. I drink pig's blood. And, I was talking about showing you my fangs.

[ people back in LA after the time reset would always ask to see them. he wasn't ashamed of his demon like he used to be, but he never showed them, annoyed by their requests and the attention having stood up to the lords brought him. ]

Before or after you put them in?

[Vampires don't exist, silly, pig blood drinking or otherwise. Even Angela, who believes in ghosts, won't fall for this one.]

They're already in. I just have to shift.

Mmmhmm. [Angela leans back onto the sofa that she's on, waiting for this show that's obviously going to fail.] Knock yourself out.

[ angel stares at the screen and shifts into game face with ease. ...this probably wasn't what you were expecting, was it? ]

[Oh, definitely not. Angela screams and throws the phone almost across the room. All that's on the screen now is a view the night popcorn ceiling.]

What the fuck?!

I told you-- [ angel says with a surprising amount of calm. the scream is actually refreshing, familiar - the expected response. such a contrast to the LA he left behind. ] --I'm a vampire. And I said that I could prove it and just did. There's more differences between your friend and I than just names.

Look, I'll shift back. Pick the tablet back up.

You said fangs! That wasn't just fangs!

[No, she hasn't bothered to pick it up yet.]

It's a bit more, yes, but there's fangs! [ sigh. ] I should've warned you about the whole... But, it's what I am. Normally we don't wear our other faces, stick to just our human ones.

Well, put it back on! I don't care how you do it!

[ that odd sort of transition noise would be angel shifting back into his human face. ]

Okay. I put the fangs and bumps up.

[Slowly, Angela gets up and walks over to the device. Her face creeps up on the screen, as if she's making sure Angel is telling the truth.]

Why didn't you tell me earlier? You know, when we first met. That would have been nice.

He scratches the side of his head with the hand not holding the tablet up. "I'm not really used to having to drop the, 'oh, by the way, I'm a vampire' card anymore. Not a secret, not something I hide."

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