[Wandering the hallways and ducking away from windows, Drusilla seems more curious about than bothered by her arrival.]
A pretty sort of fairy tale for pretty little princesses and princes, innit...
[It's not because she understands what's going on, she very much doesn't. After another moment of contemplation, her expression turns to a full-blown
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Excuse me, miss. Are you all right?
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[Dru has a feeling about this one, and it's sort of making her stare as she places it.]
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You're in a place called Paradisa. I'm afraid it's quite real.
[Her face, her manner...it's as if he should know her.]
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Paradisa. [She tries the word, finding she doesn't really like how it tastes.] We're the toys. Invisible puppet strings.
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[He steps closer to her, cocking his head to the side quizzically as he regards her.]
Do I know you? My name is Wesley Wyndam-Pryce.
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I'm Drusilla.
[And in her typical vague way, she adds:]
Walked the same footsteps, different times.
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Drusilla. I know that name. I know what you are. You'd best not be attacking anyone or you'll have to face the consequences.
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Lots of talk, nasty word.
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[He eyes her carefully, poised to retaliate if she makes a move on him.]
Yes, it is rather a nasty word, isn't it? None of us are exempt from them. Not even you.
If you need blood, you can wish for it. Start feeding on us against our will, and I will put you down. Understood?
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[Pouting forever will now commence.]
I do. Then, more to herself: No fun at all.
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Actually, it is.
[Then, because he has to know...]
Have you spoken to Spike? To Angel? They're here.
[If anyone can keep a leash on her, it's them.]
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I have. Singing the wrong songs, they are.
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That's because they have souls now. You should try it sometime.
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[He believes that to a certain extent. But he also remembers the hatred in Angel's eyes, the absolute intent to murder him while he was defenseless. It's not something he will easily forget.]
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'Better.'
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