i am trying to be heroic because all around me history sings

[hasasoul]

Characters: Angel and … you! ie, open
Location: The cold hard streets of Coruscant o_o
Planet: See above.
When: Sometime this week amidst all the carnage.
What: Angel is helping destroy the plague devouring the city 8| While full of despair and introspection.
Rating: Uhhh idk PG-13.

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[wellpastsaving]

[Darla's been out going to places where low lifes hang and force choking bitches to impress everybody with her gigantic cock so she can get some muscle to do her evil deeds for her. What are those evil deeds? Well, wouldn't you like to know.

Mostly though, she's amassing good old stolen credits and street cred so that when she reaches out to the Crimson Terror, they'll listen to her. She has some sinister plans ok. Just go with it.

Anyways, she's been dressing up in some nice sexy black robes with a hood so that no little slayers will see her out on the street. That's what she's wearing now when she hears the oh so familiar grunting of her favorite boy. She slips around the corner to watch him in the alley, killing some monster bitches. And frowns, because ew she doesn't want to touch them and get diseased. Being human is a hard life some days. Anyways, she just draws her hood back and folds her arms, speaking up.]

There's a faster way to do that, you know.

[hasasoul]

[Unlike everyone else who keeps annoying the shit out of him, he doesn't need to smell Darla to know she's around. He can ~feel~ her. Because they're force bonded and ... vampire bonded and all that shit.

When he turns to face her, his blade drops to his side and she gets his grim, stoic and broody expression.]

I know.

[wellpastsaving]

Just old fashioned then, hmm? [Oh there's still some monster bitches running up towards them. Whatever. She just holds up a hand and

MOTHER FUCKA FORCE LIGHTNING arcs out and fries those kittens to a crisp. Maybe some of them were actually kittens.

She is not a nice person.]

[hasasoul]

[He's impressed, but he still remains ... internally tortured stoicchan.]

Well, you know what they say. If it ain't broke ...

[wellpastsaving]

-- Then you get to have the fun of breaking it?

[She'll step over some... ashen rakghouls, lifting her robes up so they don't get all grossified and come into his broody bubble.]

You should be channeling all those feelings you're bottling up. Using them. Otherwise, at the wrong time, wrong place... [She gives a casual snap of her fingers over her shoulders and... the rakghoul trying to sneak up behind her is surprised when his head explodes. With a squishy pwlick noise.] They'll burst out.

[hasasoul]

[He gets really >:| and indignant for a little bit and then ... gives in to Darla's wheedling. He slowly holds his hand out, and then ... lets an arc of force lightning crackle out. Into the ~darkness~. I assume this is something they've been working on, okay. ]

Like this. This is what you want.

[wellpastsaving]

[There's a good boy. But she'll keep the big smile off her face.]

It's not about what I want, Angelus. [She even manages to sound s-so sincere] It's about what we both need.

[hasasoul]

I'm starting to think I don't need to keep staying away from everyone. I can't -- it's killing Buffy.

[wellpastsaving]

And here I thought Slayers were notoriously harder to kill than that. [Dry humor aside...] Maybe you're ready. [She walks slowly around behind him, examining the pile of rakghouls, and trailing a hand across his shoulders] Do you feel powerful enough to control what you're doing?

[hasasoul]

[Was he ready? He wasn't sure, but that was only because Darla was the one planting doubt in his head.

And that was another problem entirely. He knew he shouldn't be listening to Darla like this. He shouldn't be letting her boss him around. These weren't the ~good old days~. But there was something about being with her that was ... comfortable, and he would only allow himself to admit that because she had a soul now. She was like him. He had to stay with her so he could save her.

Even though it kept feeling like it was the other way around.]

I'm fine. I'm ready. I've been ready.

[wellpastsaving]

Of course you are. [It isn't spoken with condescension, but rather as if to point out that he's the one who sounds like he's trying too hard to convince himself.]

I think we've both come a long way. [Her eyes rake over the corpses lining the alleyway. Internally, she can't help the swell of satisfaction - the way he's hewed through the line of rakghouls shows just how violently his emotions are raging inside of him these days. He has to get it out somewhere, but nothing will ever quell them as long as he's invested in that dark side of himself. They'll keep him angry, and sharp, and dangerous, those emotions forged out of the weaker fear and guilt that they both otherwise have to fight to keep down.

It's just where she wants him. Even if he does go see Buffy, it isn't likely to end well, not with him in this sort of state.]

[hasasoul]

... Yeah. We have. [That gets him to smile a little bit. Because he thinks he's s-so great at ~redeeming Darla~ and helping her have a soul and shit that he has ... missed the point of everything in life entirely and doesn't realize how much descending into evil he's been doing.]

[wellpastsaving]

And I couldn't have done it without-- [And then she'll just sort of feign an attack of syphilis, except it doesn't really work that way, but who cares, Angel is too stupid to know the difference. OH NO SHE IS GOING TO FAINT AGAINST THE WALL OR... HACK UP A LUNG/OVARY.]

[hasasoul]

[And he rushes to catch her in his arms and stop her from fainting. Just as she probably planned.] You shouldn't push yourself so hard.

[wellpastsaving]

I have to.

This thing's still killing me, Angelus, and unless we find a way to-- [Her voice turns bitterchans] Unless we get strong enough to use these powers to fix it, it won't matter how hard I'm pushing myself.

Nothing will matter.

[hasasoul]

I'm going to fix it. I won't let you die again. Not like you did before. [s-so much grim determination in his voice.]