another night out on the street - [open!]

[idolstolemylook]

Who: Spike and OPEN
When: August 8th
Where: Any bar, or street
What: Spike is exploring and making new friends. Or enemies. Are you one?
Warning: None yet.

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[knightnomore]

Yuri spent a lot of time walking these days. He was never one to sit still for long, especially now that he'd gotten used to traveling back home. In retrospect, it was funny that he had been content to stay in his tiny little world in the lower quarter for so long.

Now here he was trapped in a single city again. What he would give to have Ba'ul here to fly him around so he could see if there was anything else in this world outside of this one island. Though people had been right about this place growing over time, as more people "worshipped." Little things here and there seemed to change on a daily basis. Yuri had made something of a game out of finding them. It was something to do, at least.

He had just passed a tree that hadn't been there a couple days ago when he noticed someone else walking. Actually, it was someone who looked a little familiar.

"Hey." He may as well say hi. "You're the guy I was talking to over the network the other day, right?"

[idolstolemylook]

Spike paused, looking him over. "Talk to a lot of people," he said dismissively, warm from a few drinks but far from tanked. Then he tilted his head.

"Right," he said. "The one who wants the gods to read How to Win Friends and Influence People. Feelin' any better?"

[knightnomore]

He wasn't surprised that it took the other man a moment to recognize him. There were enough people here that video chats could start to blend together. But then, apparently he did recognize him.

"Heh." That wasn't a surprising comment, either. He briefly wondered whether that was actually a book, not that it mattered. "Yeah, I'm good." Not that he was any less annoyed with the gods, but until he figured out some way of doing something about it, it wasn't worth dwelling on too much.

[idolstolemylook]

"Not that we don't have every right to be angry," Spike said, warming to it. "But until there's somethin' I can see, hard to take a swing."

[knightnomore]

Yeah, that got a small smile. "If I figure out where they're hiding, I'll let you know." Not that he thought it was that easy.

"In the meantime, yelling at them probably didn't help much." He gave a vague shrug. "Worth a try, though."

[idolstolemylook]

Spike shrugged. "Probably didn't hurt, either. Made you feel better, didn't it?" he said. "Always does me. Reminds you you're still alive, an' kicking. Figuratively, anyway."

[knightnomore]

"There's a certain satisfaction in it." Screaming at problems uselessly from below. That was something he was familiar with. He and Flynn used to do that a lot before they figured out ways to actually make progress. But they had made progress in his world, eventually.

There was a way to fix this world, too. He just hadn't found it yet.

Until then, yelling didn't accomplish too much, but this guy here had been right. It did make him feel better.

"You know, I don't think I caught your name." It would be nice to have some other way to identify him than 'this guy here.'

[idolstolemylook]

"Spike," he said, though he didn't extend a hand or anything mundane like that. Come to think of it, he could use a good tussle; might take the edge off his rising boredom. And he knew from experience he wasn't all that pleasant, when he got bored.

[knightnomore]

"Yuri," he replied with a vague nod. He wasn't bothered by the lack of a gesture. Handshakes weren't really his thing, anyway.

[idolstolemylook]

"So. Yuri. You must've been here awhile--find any decent beer, then?"