14053/Trudging through Caernarvon

Trudging through Caernarvon
Date of Scene:	04 January 2022
Location:	Caernarvon, Avalon
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Spike, Faith Lehane

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Spike has posed:
Winter was a strange time to be a vampire. The snow on the ground meant that very few people remained outdoors. They didn't linger. They didn't walk. They drove, they rode, they took the bus, but did whatever they could to get to warmth as quickly as possible. The snow also made it harder for a vampire to sneak up on someone.

That wasn't really Spike's issue, since he couldn't bite anyone, but the cold temperatures also gave him away. When everyone was covered up like it was the Arctic Circle, vampires could dress as they did in the spring or autumn. Spike had a coat on, as he always did, but under that was a t-shirt. And the coat was usually kept open.

Tonight was a rare case of him having it closed. He had passed by someone waiting for a bus, and gotten looks, so he closed it, put his hands into his pockets, and pretended to be cold, even though he most assuredly was not.

Faith Lehane has posed:
Unlike vampires, Slayers could feel the cold. The good news was they still functioned at a higher physical level than humans so it wasn't as debilitating. They could continue to do their job of hunting bad things 365 days a year.

Wasn't Faith a lucky gal?

She didn't think so as she worked her way out of the graveyard gate to head up the sidewalk. Her destination? The next oh-so-lovely graveyard! What was her life? She could be rich and famous if she used her abilities for something else. She was sure of it. Yet here she was slugging her way through the freezing night to go kill something that should've already been dead. Potentially.

Cue seeing something that should already be dead as she spots Spike on the sidewalk. "A little cold to be out for a stroll. Out for a bite to eat?"

Spike has posed:
"Not cold enough. I keep hoping that one of you blighters might drop dead from hypothermia, as I figure that I can eat a person if they're already dead, right?" Spike's word choice was terrible, but the tone of voice, and body language that came with it, suggested that he was teasing, maybe even flirting.

Gesturing with a closed fist, thumb pointing across the street to another graveyard, "that one's empty," suggesting that he had patrolled it recently, "unless of course, you don't believe me?" And that part was said with enough slick charm, that it's hard to tell if he's being truthful, or making it up entirely. It was hard to tell. Spike had a weird sense of humor at times.

Faith Lehane has posed:
It wasn't that Spike wasn't trustworthy... Wait. It totally was. "And how do I know that you aren't covering for one of your buddies to keep them from being dusted? I don't. So I will go check for myself but thanks for letting me know to pay extra close attention in there!"

Faith's tone was conversational, not really accusatory, but she wasn't one to mince words. She tended to blunt and annoying. It was part of her charm. Or whatever term would be used in that case since charm might be pushing it.

"You're welcome to come along. Then if you are covering for someone, I can just kill both of you."

Spike has posed:
"Cover for a buddy?" Spike replied, "well, I do have friends, and I guess, some of them I might cover for." Spike was unusually social for a vampire, and made friends easily, when he cared to. Most of the time he'd rather piss people off, get under their skin, but he knew how to play nice.

With a sigh and shrug, "I suppose I can tag along, keep you company, and warn my "buddy"," he took his hands out of his pockets to do the air quote, "that you're coming," he was seriously overdoing the sarcasm right now, "though, why kill me? Not like I can do anything "evil" anymore," and again with the fingered air quotes, "Spike's just a quiet little puppy." Somehow, even when he was pretending to be a beaten down little chipped vampire, he came across as scary... to most people that is. Faith was probably used to his mannerisms.

Faith Lehane has posed:
Being they were drinking buddies, Faith was. She was starting to understand his humor a bit more. The sarcasm? That was her language so it was a welcome thing. Seemed to be kind of common for Sunnydale, come to think of it. "Good boy. Maybe you'll get a treat later if you behave."

She dropped into step along with him, though she wasn't dressed nearly as stylishly. Boots with that clunky heel she loved. Jeans. A heavy bomber style jacket in brown. Best not to ask where she got it cause she couldn't afford that on her non-salary Slayerdom.

"Why are you out tonight anyway? Shitty night for outdoors."

Spike has posed:
Scoffing at the treat remark, he walked with her, towards the cemetery. Bludhaven had so many of them, especially the Sunnydale neighborhood. "Nought on the tele worth watching, figured I'd make myself useful. Sides, even Slayers need to keep warm. I don't." He had actually patrolled this cemetery, but vampires and other nasties had a habit of hiding, then doubling back. If they hid in a cemetery that a slayer, or demon hunter, had patrolled, it was probably safer than anywhere else they could hide.