Owner	Pose
Poseidon	It is a quite quiet night, now. The weather is pleasant enough, not to warm nor too cold, and the docks of Bludhaven are as empty as a grave. Noone working right now, all of them sleeping either on the moored boats, or safely at home, so that only a few brave souls adventure into the empty place at such a late hour. The sea itself is calm enough, with gentle waves lapping at the structure of the docks, rocking the boats back and forth, the sound of mooring ropes drowned in the rythmical sound of waves meeting wood and cement.
Spike	There's a splash as something hits the water, then another. Two bodies as Spike's on the end of a pier, looking at the bodies as they begin to sink. He's just getting paid to clean up the evidence, two dead people who he was told wanted to be buried at sea. Spike's doing that. And it gives him a shot at cleaning up around here. He steps back and looks around, the boats moored up, the waves lapping as Spike's in his usual clothing. Duster, shirt, boots, pants....though his hair stands out. it's bright.
Poseidon	Poseidon was in one of those days when checking the seas, or at least the ones in north america, seemed like a thing to fend of boredom. And it was during one of those sweeps that he happens to notice two splashes and, focusing on there, he can identify the shape of two sinking human bodies thanks to the scrying spell he's using. It's just a matter of seconds before he propels himself at maximum speed towards that location, and so another seconds will pass, before something is thrown of the water itself, moving in a parabolic arch that ends on the docks themselves, not too far from Spike. That something is revealed to be a man as he stands from his crouching position, a tall man with white long hair flowing to his shoulders, an ageless face, dressed in a green scale armour and with a golden cloak flowing from his shoulders. Remarcably enough, the man seems to be perfectly dry, not like he was in the water a second ago. Another quite noticeable thing then, is the calm voice that he uses to ask "is there a sign that says, graveyard, anywhere close? Cause I cannot see it on the ocean..."
Spike	Spike looks decidedly unimpressed. And who are you?" he asks, reining his temper in...for now. "To come up here and yell at me for putting stuff away? Oh the ocean's not a graveyard huh? Funny, there's a lot of bodies in the sea ain't there?" he asks, setting his feet. "Besides, what's two bodies really going to do. There's enough room in the ocean for everything" Spike huffs and sets his feet, glaring away quite happily, though he does step back and then back again.
Poseidon	Poseidon peers at spike, then at the ocean, and at Spike again, then he shrugs "mah noone important... I am just Poseidon, heartshaker, stormbringer, father of the oceans and creator of horses, plus another serie of titles I'm sure you don't want to ear..." he calmly states, assuming a more straight posture "so I sort of have every right to come here and ask why two human bodies are being disposed in the ocean... Is it your personal trashcan? Just because someone else throws stuff into it that doesn't mean ooh, good, lets keep doing it!" and he keeps looking at Spike while he talks.
Spike	Spike sneers. "You're the father of oceans, huh?" he asks with a cocky tone. "Greek history" Spike adds, "And yes, I'm putting stuff in the ocean, because that's what I was asked to do" he points out, folding his arms, watching Poseidon. "I'm Spike" he says, offering a hand to the Greek god.
Poseidon	Poseidon sighs, shaking his head in disappointment "oh, wow, you are all the same. When you breathe and when you don't" he however extends his right hand to shake the vampire's one "I mean, if someone asks you to jump of a bridge you do that?" he asks, tilting his head to the side and, if everything goes to plan, releasing Spike's hand after a brief but vigorous handshake. "and yes, greeks knew a lot of things about me... A shame then you forgot everything in the next couple of tousand of years..."
Spike	Spike shakes his head. "I took history classes" Spike says and shakes his head, looking unimpressed. "Would I jump off a bridge? No, you idiot. I wouldn't. I'm getting paid to put those two people in the water" Spike says. "You know. Money. Cash. Skrilla. cheddar. Dosh. Quid. It makes the world go around." he says and shakes his head. "I'd forget things if I lived for a few thousand years too, wouldn't I?" he asks, like it's an obvious question and a stupidly obvious one, too.
Poseidon	Poseidon tilts his head again, frowning slightly "eh, it's quite obvious you forgot a lot of things about your history lessons..." he mumbles, then shrugs again "oho, ok, so if someone pays you to jump of a bridge instead? Oh well, if I started piercing everyone that throws things into the sea, with my trident, I'd have a broken trident and noone to pierce within a week... Not to mention a severe decrease in the human population." again he shakes his head, white hair whipping from side to side
Spike	"Some would say a decrease in humans is a good thing" Spike shrugs, looking bored. "If I got paid to leap off a bridge I'd wear a parachute first however. You know, precautions. I never said I remembered everything about my history lessons" Spike said looking the Greek dead in the eye.
Poseidon	"not me." he simply states, crossing his arms on his chest "oh, that thing wouldn't have enough time to open and slow your fall enough to leave too many intact bones, you know..." he adds, with his expression now bordering on the amused side "but anyways..." just a small bit of concentration is what it takes for the two bodies to resurface, and for a small wave to place them back, dripping, not far from Spike. "next time you'll want to at least make sure they don't resurface too quickly, hm? And, if you would be so kind to tell me who's the one who has fun killing people and throwing them into the sea or, at least, paying someone to throw them into the sea, maybe I'll go give them a piece of my mind about why doing this sort of things is not something I like that much..."
Spike	Spike shakes his head. "I'll tell you one name. Heral." he says and nods. "Didn't get a first name, guy livs in Newark and deals in fishing trawlers" Spike shrugs again and looks amused. "If somebody paid me ot leap off a bridge. I'd wear a parachute first"
Poseidon	Poseidon nods "yes but as I said a parachute wouldn't be effective while jumping of a bridge!" he repeats, then just shrugs "ah well, herals are not that common..." he looks thoughtful "I'll find him.... Oh" he adds, almost as an afterthought "If I find out you've been lying to me, you'll spend the next tousand of years morphed into something small and insignificant, like, I don't know... A squid, probably..."
Spike	"Parachutes are, depending on how high the bridge is" Spike argues, looking amused as he holds out a photo. "That's the guy who paid me. He stiffed me a hundred so I want that money and him to know he doesn't cross me" Spike fumes. "No I'm not lying. Why would I lie about somebody who stole a hundred from me?" Spike asks giving him a pointed look. "Do you think I'm that stupid?" he asks and folds his arms again.
Poseidon	Poseidon hmms thoughtfully, then nods "well, yes, but that's another thing..." he however memorizes the man in the picture, and probably plans a visit to him "well as of now, I think he will not get to give you back your money..." he extends his right hand, and a 100 dollars bill appears on it "there, what's fair is fair.. But take the two corpses here somewhere else, maybe like, tell the families, do some good in the world..."
Spike	Spike pockets the $100. "Hey thanks" he says and sighs. "Now how the hell am I gonna haul two corpses to Maine and Iowa?" he asks. "Any ideas on that one?e then?" Putting the bill in his coat he pulls out a smoke and a lighter, lighting up the cigarette with a shrug. "I'm listening" he points out.
Poseidon	Poseidon shrugs again "you brought them here, I'm sure you'll find a way to bring them there... And then, it's not my business how you do it as long as you do..." he says, peering at the bodies then, and waving a hand in their direction "there, have fun..." he says "they will be light as a feather to transport, until they're placed in a proper grave, and one where they'll be properly honored... And of course, just to be sure, they will appear in your house everyday, intact, till you don't give them a proper burial so you'd better hurry till they start stinking, hm? Now go, do your part for civilization..."
Spike	Spike just laughs. "Listen. I live in a crypt. it's a minute walk to bury them. Or I could keep them around for decoration" Spike adds with a chuckle and nods. The joys of living in a crypt really....it has its perks....as he takes another drag. "Yes but from there to here's a lot shorter than here to there" Spike pouts. Actually.....pouts.
Poseidon	Poseidon sighs, then draws in a deep breath and raises both hands "I, Poseidon, god and lord of all seas, here curse you Spike... If those bodies won't be buried in 24 hours from now, and if their families will not know where to mourn them, then my wrath will follow you wherever you go... And luck will steer away from you, water will treat you as an enemy, and sun will find you eventually, where no shadow will protect you from his rays..." he smiles sweetly "I'd hurry up to bury those two, spike...."
Spike	Spike just shakes his head. "Yeah yeah. I'll do it, okay? No need for bloody theatrics over here. Listen to it, theatrical crap. I'l do it. You convinced me. See. That means Angel and I aren't so different. Just, I know how to get rid of my curse and I'm not a homicidal monster really. Well. Not as bad" Spike admits, throwing Angelus firmly, compleely under the bus and making that son of a bitch go full speed.
Poseidon	Poseidon nods, ignoring all the other ranting "I do not know who this angelus is, nor I want to know now... As far as I know you are the one right here and the one who decided to be a bit less than respectful to what the majority of people here consider as a god... Your choice, man, live with it..." he just says, smiling almost sweetly. "well then, have fun!" he exclaims, and, waiting to ear an eventual answer, he lets himself fall backward, into the water, to disappear under the surface.
Spike	Spike watches and for a moment, stares out to sea. the idea of giving a 'fuck you' to Poseidon crosses his mind...though he picks up the corpses and groans. he'd better take care of this one, really.....he hates guests in his crypt. With that, he sets off for the graveyards of Caernarvon.