Application - Spike
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dizzy_landSpike didn't have a chance to admire the scenery. All that registered with him was sunny, and that was enough. His hair and hands started smoldering immediately. He spotted a souvenir stand and dove for cover. He went over the counter headfirst but it wasn't fast enough to keep his hand from catching fire.
"Bloody hell!" he yelled. It was rather muffled, however, by him being face down in a pile of candy, brightly colored hats and little plastic toys that lit up and whirled.
Mickey coughs theatrically. "'What is your name?'"
"Hello? I'm ON FIRE here!" Spike yanked a giant Mickey Mouse glove off a hook and smothered the fire on his hand. He pulled himself up, shaking bits of plastic out of his black leather trenchcoat and watched as the stand mended itself. "Huh." Now safely in the shade, he straightened up and tried to gather what remained of his dignity. "Right, then. I'm Spike. What the hell is going on here?"
"What is your quest?" asks the Cat. It's perched, suddenly, on the roof of one of the gate-stiles.
"My quest? To have fun and kick some ass," Spike said. "More of a mission statement, really." What on earth was going on? Must be another of Red's spells gone bad.
"'What is the average w..?'" Mickey frowns down at the notebook. "You know, I don't really see why that's important." He flips a page. "'If you could be granted three wishes, what would they be?'"
"What, are you offering?" Spike asked. "Get this bloody chip out of my head, for one. And a bit of revenge wouldn't hurt," he said. "Actually, get the chip out and I'll take care of the rest myself." He patted the pockets of his trenchcoat. "Though I wouldn't say no to a pack of smokes, if you've got 'em."
"Or," the Cat says, examining its tail with interest, "if you were a genie and someone you were trying to give three wishes to was trying to trick you into giving him more, what would you say?"
Spike snorted. "Bugger that."
Mickey looks rather nonplused at the next, but reads, "'When the revolution comes, what skills will you be able to barter for food?'"
"I'll find my own food, thanks. I'm sick of this bartering crap."
The Cat rolls its eyes in a friendly (and rather disconcertingly out-of-sync) way, and asks, "Milk, dark, or white chocolate?"
"Dark," Spike said. "Nothing with walnuts, though. I hate those."
"'Choose the two coolest: robots, pirates, fairies, bears, ninjas, monkeys, vampires, or humans,'" says Mickey, giggling a bit as he goes through the list. "'Explain.'"
"Vampires, obviously," Spike said. "Then... I guess I'll say ninjas. No, wait, monkeys. I like monkeys."
"Great!" Mickey flips through the blank pages of the notebook at top, cartoon-y speed. "Well, I think that's just about it! Oh, and I'm supposed to ask, 'for your safety: are you carrying anything sharp?'"
"Not so much carrying, no," Spike said. He shifted into gameface, ridges forming on his forehead, blue eyes changing to yellow and fangs descending. He snarled at Mickey, then shifted back to his human face. "But I do all right for myself."
((Spike from Buffy the Vampire Slayer here. Taken from between seasons 4 and 5. He's one of the bad guys (as he will cheerfully tell you) but he's got an electronic chip in his head that causes massive head pain if he tries to hurt a human or animal. That part he will not advertise. Yes, he mentioned the chip (not knowing that the answers were being broadcast) but he didn't say what it does. I'm sureXander persons in the know will be happy to enlighten others, but he wants to stay scary as long as he can.))
"Bloody hell!" he yelled. It was rather muffled, however, by him being face down in a pile of candy, brightly colored hats and little plastic toys that lit up and whirled.
Mickey coughs theatrically. "'What is your name?'"
"Hello? I'm ON FIRE here!" Spike yanked a giant Mickey Mouse glove off a hook and smothered the fire on his hand. He pulled himself up, shaking bits of plastic out of his black leather trenchcoat and watched as the stand mended itself. "Huh." Now safely in the shade, he straightened up and tried to gather what remained of his dignity. "Right, then. I'm Spike. What the hell is going on here?"
"What is your quest?" asks the Cat. It's perched, suddenly, on the roof of one of the gate-stiles.
"My quest? To have fun and kick some ass," Spike said. "More of a mission statement, really." What on earth was going on? Must be another of Red's spells gone bad.
"'What is the average w..?'" Mickey frowns down at the notebook. "You know, I don't really see why that's important." He flips a page. "'If you could be granted three wishes, what would they be?'"
"What, are you offering?" Spike asked. "Get this bloody chip out of my head, for one. And a bit of revenge wouldn't hurt," he said. "Actually, get the chip out and I'll take care of the rest myself." He patted the pockets of his trenchcoat. "Though I wouldn't say no to a pack of smokes, if you've got 'em."
"Or," the Cat says, examining its tail with interest, "if you were a genie and someone you were trying to give three wishes to was trying to trick you into giving him more, what would you say?"
Spike snorted. "Bugger that."
Mickey looks rather nonplused at the next, but reads, "'When the revolution comes, what skills will you be able to barter for food?'"
"I'll find my own food, thanks. I'm sick of this bartering crap."
The Cat rolls its eyes in a friendly (and rather disconcertingly out-of-sync) way, and asks, "Milk, dark, or white chocolate?"
"Dark," Spike said. "Nothing with walnuts, though. I hate those."
"'Choose the two coolest: robots, pirates, fairies, bears, ninjas, monkeys, vampires, or humans,'" says Mickey, giggling a bit as he goes through the list. "'Explain.'"
"Vampires, obviously," Spike said. "Then... I guess I'll say ninjas. No, wait, monkeys. I like monkeys."
"Great!" Mickey flips through the blank pages of the notebook at top, cartoon-y speed. "Well, I think that's just about it! Oh, and I'm supposed to ask, 'for your safety: are you carrying anything sharp?'"
"Not so much carrying, no," Spike said. He shifted into gameface, ridges forming on his forehead, blue eyes changing to yellow and fangs descending. He snarled at Mickey, then shifted back to his human face. "But I do all right for myself."
((Spike from Buffy the Vampire Slayer here. Taken from between seasons 4 and 5. He's one of the bad guys (as he will cheerfully tell you) but he's got an electronic chip in his head that causes massive head pain if he tries to hurt a human or animal. That part he will not advertise. Yes, he mentioned the chip (not knowing that the answers were being broadcast) but he didn't say what it does. I'm sure
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