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[behindcloseddoors]

 ♬ keep on wanting - the fray

WHO || Myri & Spike [closed]
WHAT || Myri share her discovery with Spike
WHERE || London, England
WHEN || mid-april, after dis
HOW || Actionspam

[Myri asks Spike to come with her, and they check out a car, which she lets him drive, directing him to take them towards London. As they ride, she studies him in the darkness, before finally saying:]   I... meant to ask as well, how you were feeling. I heard people talking about what happened.

 

Comments

[scratchfever]

Big talk. We'll see how long that keeps up. [ and she'll drag him forward to where the prime minister of andres isle, dimitris sarandis himself, is standing. ] This is him. Trust me.

[bigbad]

Oh, it'll keep up. I can go all night, pet! [Spike glares at Dimitris.] May as well give up right now. Nothing you can do'll get me to cooperate a bit.

[usurping]

[ dimitris looks down his nose at spike, all disdainful amusement. ] Yes, I believe I've heard that before. From your friend Myrilandel, in fact.

[bigbad]

[His jaw tightens.] I'm not her. [She'd better be all right.]

[usurping]

No, you certainly aren't. [ there's something sinister in the appraisal, as he looks spike over as if he's anything but human. ] It's her ability that makes her valuable to me.

It's your collar that interests me about you.

[bigbad]

[He doesn't want them touching her healing powers. But for once, he doesn't blurt out something stupid.]

It's hardly that interesting. Just enough to nearly give you lot a sporting chance against me. Wouldn't want to take you all out too quickly. It'd just be embarrassing.

[usurping]

Oh, we're not going to fight you. [ he moves forward to tap spike's temple ]

We're going to cut you open and see what ingenious methods are at work in that subpar brain of yours.

[bigbad]

[EXCUSE YOU his intelligence is a very respectable 12. That's above average.]

You wanker.

[usurping]

[ wow. he smiles venomously, looking askance, rolling his tongue inside his mouth, before bringing his hand around suddenly to smack spike fucking hard across the face (nat 20, 10 dmg). ] Show some respect for your betters, mongrel, or your Myrilandel will be the one to suffer for it.

[bigbad]

[ASSHOLE. THAT HURT. Sort of. Damage reduction helps. He bares his teeth. He shouldn't respond. But if he lets them win so easily with a single threat to Myri, they'll do it whenever he acts out, and he can't just behave himself. Maybe they'll believe it won't hurt him if he doesn't let them know how worried sick he is.]

I'll be certain to if I find any betters in this dump.

[usurping]

Brave of you. Foolish, but brave. [ to asha: ] Bring her out.

[bigbad]

If you hurt her you lose any chance of me ever cooperating.

[usurping]

Your cooperation merely makes things easier for you.

We'll get what we want from you either way. [ asha drags forward a figure with a hood over her head, forcing her down to her knees a little ways off. ] Now. You were saying?

[ and asha yanks it off at his snap... revealing a wearied, pale, probably sicky looking myri. ]

[bigbad]

MYRI! [Spike struggles to try and move, though without any luck.] Let me go, you bastard, let me talk to her!

[witchwoman]

[Myri blinks as the hood is pulled off, the light a bit harsh, compared to the environment she's been used to. She looks... pretty bad. Tired, mostly- like she can hardly stand, and her hands are bound behind her back.]

...Spike? [Confusion settles on her expression.] What are you..? [She turns to her captors.] No- no, please. Let him go. You have me. You don't need him, too. Please!

[By the end, she's near tears.]

[usurping]

On the contrary. He's very essential to our work here, Myrilandel. [ he smirks to himself as he walks past spike, stepping around behind her. ] Not to mention, that's one less of Wynnefalshond's little soldiers on our trail.

[bigbad]

Let her go, you bastards. If I'm so bloody essential, let her go!

[usurping]

Oh, I hardly think we'll be letting anyone go. We've so much to learn from the both of you, and really, I think here you'll find you're in your rightful place.

[ he reaches down to squeeze myri's shoulder possessively ] On your knees.

[witchwoman]

[Myri flinches at the touch, eyes shutting briefly before she turns her gaze back on Spike. She knows it isn't in his nature to bend to anyone's will, but this time, she needs him to.]

Please, Spike... He'll kill you. Or worse. [(Diplomacy 31) She snaps her mouth shut after that, not sure if he understands the implications. She isn't sure what these people know about vampires and their reaction to healing magic, but if they did, Myri's quite certain that they wouldn't be above forcing her to 'heal' him for hours on end.]

[bigbad]

[Spike knows exactly what worse might be, though he doubts Myri's thinking of it. Myri, sweet thing that she is, doesn't realize the worst thing they could possibly do to him is hurt Myri. Besides, his will save of 16 means he can see her point. Or a point anyway. If he cooperates a little, he can bide his time and choose his moment. But even so, he's not planning on bending more than a little.

So he doesn't respond. He just glares hatefully at Dimitris. Which is about as much as you can expect from him, tbh.]

[usurping]

I knew you'd see things my way. [ he nods to the guards, who yank spike and myri respectively towards an armored truck, as he turns away from them as if they're not even worth a second glance. ] Study him extensively before the surgery. We need as much data as possible.

[ together, they're stuck in the back of the vehicle, one armed guard hanging off the back as it lopes its way out of the airfield and towards the woods. they're afforded at least a little 'privacy' to speak. ]

[witchwoman]

[Myri doesn't fight against their guidance, doesn't have the strength to. Like a rag doll, she falls inside the truck. Once Spike is in there as well and the doors are closed, she can feel tears forming.]

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. This is all my fault. They took me when I left. I--

[bigbad]

No, don't be sorry, it's not your fault. Not at all.

[He wants to wrap his arms around her. Comfort her. Kill their enemies. He makes a frustrated noise.]

How much can you move, pet? Can you get the bracelet off?

[witchwoman]

[Shifting, Myri fights weakly against the binding around her hands, but with her arms pulled back behind her, it's difficult for her to get any leverage.]

I don't think I can. But they'll... If you're not wearing it when we get there, they'll- [There's panic in her voice as she shakes her head. She's been here for so long, days dragging on and on. She knows better what they're capable of and she fears it so fiercely now.] I'm sorry.

[It's all she can think to say. She isn't brave like the others. She tried to be once, but now?]

[bigbad]

They'll die, is what they'll do, and keeping it on only delays the inevitable. [His voice is hard and flat and leaves no room for disagreement.] Kyp can't keep this up forever, especially if he's trying to be both of us. Our friends'll come for us. And if they don't do it fast enough, we'll bloody escape.

[His expression softens a little.] What have they been doing to you, pet?