[open, multiple threads]

[seesthestars]

[backdated to the Carnival]
The night of the full moon was hectic enough on its own, with the Carnival in full swing, and it certainly didn't need any more craziness, but that didn't stop Drusilla from appearing in the Wood, and finding her way to the Carnival by following the sweet melodies of the trees, and the owl's wise directions. Whatever area

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Peter :D yaaaaay finally

[incaution]

After making sure the new arrival was settled in okay, Jo headed over to grab some supplies from the storehouse. Random things liked to magically appear there, and Jo always wanted to try and be the first who would find ammo or some kind of new weapon. So far, she had only found some booze and food, but she was holding out hope that something better and more useful might make an appearance. But as she approached the building to enter, she caught sight of an angry looking guy storming around and paused to watch him.

She noticed the broken chairs and other objects around the ground, and sighed a little. Hopefully he wouldn't Hulk out on her, but she couldn't just leave well enough alone. Not when she thought she could potentially be useful.

"Hey, I know they're uncomfortable and a pain in the ass to get level, but those chairs definitely didn't do anything to you." She greeted him with a terrible joke, and smiled just enough to look at ease as she stepped forward and in a little closer to him.

<3

[alwaysthesavior]

Peter hadn't expected anyone to come up to him during his self/Sylar-hating temper tantrum, so Jo's voice made him jump and turn around. For a second he just stared, wondering what on earth she was talking about, but it didn't take him too long to figure out that she was making a comment on the various pieces of broken wood that were lying about everywhere. "Oh."

Since she was someone he didn't know, and blowing up is never a good impression, he forced himself to cool down just a little bit. "I was just..." There was really no good explanation for what he was doing, so he just left it at, "Sorry." He ran his fingers through his hair, which was finally starting to get closer to his normal length as the weeks went by, and nudged one of the broken pieces of a chair with his foot.

[incaution]

"It's okay," She reassured him, giving a light shrug of her shoulders to show that it didn't bother her that he was angry and breaking things. "Crazy things happen in this place, I doubt you're the first to go off. I'm surprised I haven't yet, actually, with all the shit my friend drags me into."

She flashed him a lopsided grin, hoping he'd relax just a little. Too much anger wasn't good in a place like this, it ended with someone doing stupid things.

"The good thing about this? Is now you've got some pretty decent firewood. Better not waste it, yeah?" And to give him something else to focus on other than being pissy, she crouched down and started picking up some of the pieces, to pile up for easy carrying.

[alwaysthesavior]

While she talked, he made a huge effort to stop thinking about everything that was wrong in the world and listened to what she was saying, and he was surprised to hear that she wasn't at all bothered by what she'd found him doing. Most people would want to avoid him if they saw him in that condition, and they probably did when he wasn't paying attention, which made her sympathy for a total stranger even more admirable.

"I guess you're right." He meant that about... everything she said, because he was in too poor of a mood to separate his response into more specific points, and that just about covered what he thought about that, anyway. Who was this nice girl, anyway? He was sure he'd seen her around, usually hanging out with some other guy that he hadn't gotten to know either. Wow, he'd really become antisocial

[knowmypurpose]

Cordelia had been making her way through the various tents when she caught the glimpse of a familiar figure. Her stomach churned as the swaying body disappeared within the crowds. It couldn't be, could it? Drusilla was the last person who needed to be showing up here. Well, actually, Darla would be, but Drusilla was a very close second.

Still, she had to be sure. So she tried to keep inconspicuous as she made her way through the crowds, finally catching up with the not so sane vampiress. And it was definitely Drusilla.

She needed to go back to the barracks and tell Angel. She turned to do so, only hoping that Drusilla wouldn't spot her. Though Angel had been training her, this was definitely not someone she wanted to go up against on her own.

[seesthestars]

Dru knew Angel's pet was following her all along--the wind whispered to her softly that she was being spied upon by the enemy, and she could smell her daddy's sweet scent all over her--but instead of trying to lose her tail, she waited for the golden opportunity to strike first. Mustn't let the dog run home to her master to tell him about her adventures when she hadn't even gotten the chance to really play yet.

When Cordy turned away and lost sight of Dru, she could feel it--with the kind of stare she was giving, one wouldn't need to be psychic to feel that. With her vampiric speed, she appeared directly in front of the young girl, invading her personal space in a way that only people who have no concept of it at all can do.

"A pretty bird, lost outside her nest. What passing star went forth and fetched me this rare treat?" And indeed it must've been the stars that led the two of them together--rewarding Drusilla for her patience by bringing her someone that she could use against Angel.

[knowmypurpose]

"I'm not your or anybody's "treat" so you can chase whatever demented little idea you have in your head out right now." Cordelia tried to keep her voice calm and firm even as her heart beat furiously in her chest. She really needed to start keeping a stake on her just in case, especially if there were non-souled vampires running around.

Still, she was keeping her guard up for now, waiting to see what Drusilla would do. She knew the last thing she should do was underestimate her just because she was crazy. Some people thought that made her less of a threat, Cordelia knew that made her more of one.

One of her hands slid to her pocket, wrapping it around her communicator just in case she needed to send out some kind of distress message. It never hurt to be careful.

[seesthestars]

"The moon disagrees. It says you're made of lemon drops and honey." Yes, the moon called to her--as her oldest friend it was always on her side. It told her of many devious plans that it concocted due to being able to see all the people and connections in this world, and how Dru could carry out several of them using this girl.

Dru stared long and hard into her eyes. In there she could see how Cordy had visions, and that she'd gotten them, not naturally as Dru had, but instead through a complicated turn of events in which the higher powers interfered far more than they should have. Those bad dogs, sticking their noses in places they shouldn't--one day they were going to get them cut clean off.

"Poor thing. They put the fire in you while singing songs of glory and lies, and you can never put it out until it burns you all up from the inside." There was a wall there though--something was keeping the cherubs from whispering in Cordy's ear. "Thank the fairies while you're here." That was all she was going to say about it.

peter~

[highvoltagegirl]

Just when she lost hope in finding anyone in the woods who didn't want her dead -- excluding Angel and that Kitsune girl at the carnival -- there was Peter! She almost forgot he was there at all. It was hard to remember a lot of things when Dr. Quinn, medicine woman was operating on the bullet hole in your leg in the middle of some backwoods excuse for a hospital and you were probably dying of bloodloss or something. But here he was! Someone else to add to her toy collection.

He looked really mad right now, though. That didn't bode well. Hopefully he wasn't mad at her. She'd barely done anything! This was like, a record for her not getting in any kind of trouble. Daddy would have been proud.

"What's wrong, Peter?" She approached the wreckage surrounding the general store, trying to protect herself from any random flying splinters. "Anything I can help with?"

[alwaysthesavior]

Peter didn't like being interrupted from his thoughts by that voice--it had happened far too often in the past and he really got sick of it, so much so that he flinched when Elle spoke. It didn't matter that months had gone by since he was held against his will in the Company--most of which were spent here, where he knew she was present--it was just an involuntary response to his false imprisonment. That was where he lost himself--where this whole mess started and he went down a road that only led to misery and self-loathing.

"What's wrong is..." He stopped when he realized that... oh, this was the last person he wanted to be talking to about his problems. Never mind then. "No, you can't help." Not in the way that he needed help, anyway.

Everything in his life had been ruined in less than a year, by no one other than himself--he wasted his student loan by quitting his job, allowed everyone to depend on him until he couldn't handle it anymore and caved, and even pushed his own brother to the point where he'd rather help their dad

[highvoltagegirl]

If she noticed the way Peter flinched at the sound of her voice, she didn't react to it. There was probably a .001% chance of her noticing in the first place, what with the way Elle stayed wrapped up in her own little world and problems at any given time.

So, in the same way, she ignored Peter trying to shoo her away completely.

"How can you know that if you won't let me try to help?" She came closer, placing her hands on his upper arm. It was nice to be so close to him. A memory of fonder times, even.

"Come on, you know that you can trust me."

Except for the part where he couldn't. At all.

[alwaysthesavior]

Oh this was just doing wonders for his mood. As soon as he saw her coming at him with those hands of hers, he tensed up even more than he already was and held his breath with the subconscious expectation that maybe if he passed out from oxygen deficiency she'd leave. But neither of those happened, unfortunately, as his muscles overpowered his brain and forced him to keep his blood vessels alive.

"Because I just know, okay? This is something I have to do on my own."

Trust her? Was she being serious? It didn't matter how much she'd grown as a person, supposedly--she was still that same manipulative girl who molested and killed people. And oh right, she was molesting him right at that very moment, how fun. Without saying anything about it he... shuffled sideways away from the touchy-feely hands.

DRUSILLA. Of course.

[breakmychest]

Spike was lurking around the dance hall. He'd always enjoyed music, and this might not be anything like the Ramones, but it wasn't bad. He didn't have anything better to do, anyways.

A familiar scent caught his interest. Drusilla. He'd recognize her anywhere, even without seeing her. But she wasn't here... was she? Could it be some sort of trick? The First, somehow following them here? He turned, following the scent, and saw her dancing. It certainly looked enough like her. He didn't approach, just watched, trying to decide how to handle it.

mmmm <3

[seesthestars]

As much fun as Dru was having in her own little world, when Spike walked into the room, she paused and looked to the ceiling, silently thanking the stars for sending him to her, because stars love to make people run into each other, of course. They know the fate of the universe, and they only want to push it along. After a second of doing that, she went back to her dancing, trusting that her lost lover would find her for himself, and when she could feel him standing within eyesight, she gracefully turned to look at him, before gliding over to him as if the floor was made of ice.

"Spike. My dear boy who's gone and flown so far away, returned..." She gives him the once-over, looking concerned. Something's not right here. But it passes in a second, and she's back to giving him the usual come-hither smile that she knows will allow her to get her way. "Come and dance with me."

[breakmychest]

Spike took her hands, letting her pull him into a dance, though he didn't smile at her. "Drusilla." It was tempting to lose himself, pretend everything he'd been through didn't matter, live in the moment with her as he always had. But that wasn't who he was anymore, and he couldn't even pretend, really. His good times with her were tinged by the bad things he'd done. "How long have you been here?"

[seesthestars]

As soon as she touched him, she knew exactly what was wrong, and it horrified her more than anything that had ever happened in her entire existence. She let him go immediately, her flirty expression turning into a horrified one. His question didn't even register--she was so focused on what she'd just discovered.

"Oh, Spike, how could you. You're all twisted up inside and I can't see." His soul, the one she'd made sure to snatch out of him all those years ago, was shining so brightly she didn't know how she didn't notice it from the very first moment.

I love latecomers <3

[alwaysthesavior]

That voice made him freeze in place. Of all the people who could've approached him at this particular moment, it just had to be Sylar, didn't it. This wasn't the plan at all--he was supposed to get all his frustration out, and then look for the psychopath. He suddenly felt extremely vulnerable, not just because of his lack of abilities, but because he was emotionally impaired and Sylar could use that to his advantage. He had to remember that this wasn't the Sylar he knew--this Sylar had no memory of anything that made him the man who'd saved him from falling to his death just a few days before. This Sylar still saw him as the enemy, not as a brother.

He turned around and glared at the taller man. "SylarDespite everything, this was the perfect opportunity--if he could only calm down and think rationally, he could possibly get Sylar to leave Claire alone for good. He'd already brought up to Claire that Sylar wouldn't kill him, since he had no abilities to take, and he wasn't just saying that to make her feel better--he actually

[alwaysthesavior]

Peter knew exactly what Sylar was doing when he turned his back to him, and he wasn't going to take the bait--of course Sylar wouldn't be worried about an attack from behind--he'd be ready for it, and that would leave Peter in a worse place than before. So he just kept an eye on him and listened to what he was saying.

How nice, he was bringing up the incident where he killed him, already. Though, that was probably the last thing he remembered where Peter was concerned, so it wasn't that surprising. Still, it was unnerving, and it would be best if the conversation went in a completely different direction.

"What do you want." Yeah, that whole thing where he thought he'd be able to calm down and keep his temper in line around Sylar? It turned out that he was really terrible at that.