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taxonomites2013-04-30 01:32 am
personaldemon) wrote in taxonomites2013-04-30 01:32 am
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[location- Sanctuary] [The day after Etrigan is summoned]
Morning dawns bright and sunny over Taxon. The spring weather is holding, the blue sky is filled with puffy clouds, and oh yeah, there's graffiti over much of the Sanctuary.
It's 'art', if you can call stick figures and vulgar caricatures in spray paint 'art'.
Some, but by no means all, features of this impromptu all-night graffiti session feature the following:
There's a vampire being kicked in the ass by a blond girl. Subsequent doodles down one side of the building seem to involve the use of stakes as impromptu sexual aids.
There is a crude rendition of a woman reclining amid skulls and demons, with an even cruder sidebar of a stick figure stubbly man in a costume apparently fapping away at the sight of her, captioned with a thought bubble saying 'close enough!'.
Two men, one wearing a cowboy hat and an outsized star stuck on his chest, and the other waving a gun wildly in the air, are engaged in very pornographic stick figure sex.
There's an obscenely well-endowed stick figure Catwoman being leered at by a drooling man in a sort-of bat costume, as the kick-off of a sequence that gets less and less G-rated (not that it ever was to start with) and winds up being apparently bondage with a pearl necklace. At least that might be a pearl necklace. (The artist got bored with detail, and the art on this one gets increasingly terrible.)
Not all of the drawings are sexual: there's a cartoonish vampire with an apparent collar of bones that leads back to the hand of a dour-looking figure wearing what might be a suit, who is tossing a (lovingly-detailed) femur and saying Hol, Bruder! in the speech balloon over his head.
Here's a curly-headed man with a vacant smile and a jagged line on his head, hands holding it open to reveal nothing inside, multiple question marks hanging in space above it. At his knees, a long-haired boy is kneeling, mouth open in a vapid, receptive 'O' that seems to be ignored by the man above him.
Here's a skull-- the artist spent time on this one, it's one of the better images on the wall-- with a cartoon heart above it and the words "KEEP TRYING!"
Here's a pointy-eared, long-haired man bent over with a doctor behind him, peering through an exaggerated monocle. Caption: "NO WAY WE CAN GET THAT STICK UNJAMMED, SORRY YOUR HIGHNESS"
A messy-headed, lanky youth uses an oversized magnifying glass to follow, hunched-over, a series of footsteps; he seems on the verge of walking off a precipice, but too caught up in his clews to notice.
A stick-figure girl with a sword walks away from a blob that, on close inspection, might seem to be a swaddled infant.
A dog, perhaps a dog anyway, howls at the moon while scratching at fleas with a hind leg. A collar around its neck reads REMUS.
A scrawny looking dragon snores at the bottom of one 'panel', oblivious to the sexual shenanigans happening above it.
An unkempt man with a fro and exaggerated pot-belly wanders around through the entire multi-character tableaux, with dotted lines showing his progress like a Family Circus strip; ever so often his uncertain progress is punctuated with a "WEED?" speech bubble.
Finally, there's a cheerful doodle of a man with a skunk-stripe in his hair blowing his brains out with a gun.
The artist has not bothered to sign his or her work.
It's 'art', if you can call stick figures and vulgar caricatures in spray paint 'art'.
Some, but by no means all, features of this impromptu all-night graffiti session feature the following:
There's a vampire being kicked in the ass by a blond girl. Subsequent doodles down one side of the building seem to involve the use of stakes as impromptu sexual aids.
There is a crude rendition of a woman reclining amid skulls and demons, with an even cruder sidebar of a stick figure stubbly man in a costume apparently fapping away at the sight of her, captioned with a thought bubble saying 'close enough!'.
Two men, one wearing a cowboy hat and an outsized star stuck on his chest, and the other waving a gun wildly in the air, are engaged in very pornographic stick figure sex.
There's an obscenely well-endowed stick figure Catwoman being leered at by a drooling man in a sort-of bat costume, as the kick-off of a sequence that gets less and less G-rated (not that it ever was to start with) and winds up being apparently bondage with a pearl necklace. At least that might be a pearl necklace. (The artist got bored with detail, and the art on this one gets increasingly terrible.)
Not all of the drawings are sexual: there's a cartoonish vampire with an apparent collar of bones that leads back to the hand of a dour-looking figure wearing what might be a suit, who is tossing a (lovingly-detailed) femur and saying Hol, Bruder! in the speech balloon over his head.
Here's a curly-headed man with a vacant smile and a jagged line on his head, hands holding it open to reveal nothing inside, multiple question marks hanging in space above it. At his knees, a long-haired boy is kneeling, mouth open in a vapid, receptive 'O' that seems to be ignored by the man above him.
Here's a skull-- the artist spent time on this one, it's one of the better images on the wall-- with a cartoon heart above it and the words "KEEP TRYING!"
Here's a pointy-eared, long-haired man bent over with a doctor behind him, peering through an exaggerated monocle. Caption: "NO WAY WE CAN GET THAT STICK UNJAMMED, SORRY YOUR HIGHNESS"
A messy-headed, lanky youth uses an oversized magnifying glass to follow, hunched-over, a series of footsteps; he seems on the verge of walking off a precipice, but too caught up in his clews to notice.
A stick-figure girl with a sword walks away from a blob that, on close inspection, might seem to be a swaddled infant.
A dog, perhaps a dog anyway, howls at the moon while scratching at fleas with a hind leg. A collar around its neck reads REMUS.
A scrawny looking dragon snores at the bottom of one 'panel', oblivious to the sexual shenanigans happening above it.
An unkempt man with a fro and exaggerated pot-belly wanders around through the entire multi-character tableaux, with dotted lines showing his progress like a Family Circus strip; ever so often his uncertain progress is punctuated with a "WEED?" speech bubble.
Finally, there's a cheerful doodle of a man with a skunk-stripe in his hair blowing his brains out with a gun.
The artist has not bothered to sign his or her work.
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"Except she might have to try some to hurt me if she's not here anymore. Because I'd think that, like, busting through dimensions or parallel worlds just to deliver a can of whoop-ass on a putz from Jersey is probably at least some work."
And since there's no 'Dawn' present, as far as Jeremy's seen, any hint of threat or warning regarding her seems to be wasted as far as Jeremy knows. He'll keep it in mind should a 'Dawn' ever show up, he guesses.
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"Yeah, I kind of gathered that much," he says to Spike's words. "Given that if they had they would have used them. I'm just saying. To bust dimensions to get to me would be work. That's all."
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Spike pauses, "I just take her existence in the world for granted." The Slayer has always been. Buffy has been so important recently, it has cemented her as a part of his life, even when she's not here.