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Pippi	It was a well abandoned building, had been for years. The insides were once offices and stoage in the 30's, but over the years in New Lots the building had been burned out once or twice, and hosted everything from illicit drug deals to gang war meetings and once a very illegal distillery in the 70's. Its stone and concrete fascade was largely the same, if stained from soot and water and the pollution of the city, pot-marked with acid rain etching and bullet holes.     It was there that, from a bit of duct work that the gas lines and later electric were fed through that Pippi emerged, having found a blocked-off marker in the sewers and followed it, in curiosity, up to to the main floor.     There's a squealing protest from some hinges on an access panel in an ancient elevator shaft before the figure clad in a pair of black, torn-up jeans ending mid-way down her 'calf' and a light, hooded jacket falls out. She has a red backpack, stitched back together, and a belt with a cloth satchel on it, her squarish muzzle plainly seen. Her nose twitches, catching the scents of fire, of humanity, and... something not quite human. Odd.     Sniffing, Pippi follows the scent out of the elevator shaft, and up to the main floor of the building, around to a large room, the lobby, which has a handy balcony for looming. Two figures are in the middle of the room, both somewhat gaunt looking.     "SO. What do you think? I think it's got a bit of old style charm, y'know? good place to start up our new VENTURE. Think about it, man. Half the stinking humans in this city are warring against the other half, no one's going to notice if a bunch of them go missing. We can hole them up here and continue like that one guy, you know, one to turn, two to feed on? Bring two friends, earn eternal life?"     "Dunno, defenses at the front kinda suck, and we don't exactly have the *funding* to rent out a whole building."
Spike	Spike's making his way in, he's just....walked in. Apparently, being Spike, notiriety and reputation open doors. His fist opens other doors. literally. Spike on the other hand looks around and stretches his neck. He's come here with a stake. It's like he's a slayer now, he carries a stake, and he wants to learn to use a crossbow. That'd mean asking Angel. That'd get real awkward real fast, so a stake it is. He's in his leather duster, boots and hair, oh, the glorious hair! Spike's distinctive, and he listens. He's keeping the stake hidden "You guys are reaching above your pay grade here" he says and drops down from the balcony to join them, stake hidden under his duster. "C'mon, look around you. This place has style, it has class" Spike says gesturing around. Spike's just saying that to rile them up, and...oh, he's digging for a sheet of paper as Spike looks over the figures. "C'mon, I got something I wanna read you guys" he says, almost imploring them to listen. Ain't psychology a wonderful thing, huh?
Pippi	"... who the hell is that?" One of the vampires blinks. He has dark hair. It's very greasy. He has a thin sort of neck and looks like he might be gawking, trying to act tough in front of Spike.     "Dunno. Looks like one of those Friends of Humanity jerks." the other states. They're both armed with knives, and they show the blades off to Spike.     "... wait, what... are... you going to read us a tresspassing law or something? I'll have you know -- my dad's a lawyer!"     Pippi is watching from the side, amber eyes wide as she crouches down in the shadows. Her ears rise up, listening to Spike's accent, and she gives a very soft 'huh' sound, creeping around the edges of the lobby to try and get a better look.
Spike	Spike grins. "You didn't recognize me? Spike" he says and grins wider. "Nah, no trespassing law. I got something you wanna listen to mind" Spike adds. "Put the knives on the floor mind and get comfortable. Are you sitting comfortably? Then I'll begin" Spike says in a nearly mocking tone. WIth that...Spike begins reading godawful 1800s poetry. And he's going full speed too, he won't stop until they either dust themselves out of desperation, or....he runs out of poetry. He's got a voice like.....a London lout reading poetry. And he's got a stake if all else fails. Pausing after the first two stanzas, Spike smiles. "I can keep going if you like" Spike offers. He's hoping they know who he is. If he really has to name drop Angelus....to get their attention, he'll do it. But he'd prefer not to.
Pippi	The two vampires look at one another. They look at Spike, but don't sit down comfortably. They look just very, very confused at the whole reading of this god-awful purple poetry, physically wincing.     "... no offense, Spike... but that's freaking awful." one states, rubbing the back of his head as he glances at the other.     The other -- the one who proclaimed his father was a lawyer, actually smiles slightly and reaches out to shake a hand. "Luckily our talents lie in other things, man. Like I said, we're planning a venture. We're going to start a whole new order, right here in NYC. Gonna build up our forces, take on everything that could oppose us -- Slayers, Pitbulls, Friends of Humanity, The Freaking Church, everything. Could use someone of your influence around here, man. What do you say?" he asks.     The other one blinks a moment, and then rubs the back of his head. "Did you guys hear something?"
Spike	"It'ss your brain crawling away at my poetry. So, you want my influence in this new order?" he askes with a fanged grin. "Oh come on. You've heard of me. Spike. I'm friends with Angel and Angelus and Drusilla" Spike adds with a nod. WHat he's not saying is he's also tight with the Scoobies. "So go on. Sell me on why you want my influence?" Spike asks. He's already been insulted by one vampire who hates him. Sure, open yourself up, Spike, sure. He thrusts his hands into his Duster. Easier to feign being bored and go for his stake if needed. "Never siad I was a good poet. I just wanted your opinions. Now" Spike says with a smirk. "Why should I help you boys out?" Spike waits, he's not sitting, he's standing, and, oh yeah, he's standing looking very very bored, rocking back on his heels, watching the two with disdain...as Spike shakes his head. "I'm waiting"
Pippi	"So why read us your awful--OOF!" the first one gets an elbow to his gut, and the second one gives a fanged smile. "Forgive my associate, he doesn't precisely see the Big Picture. Lookit this way -- public assumes we Vampires have this certain mystique. You see it all the time in their movies, and where's there a happenin', hip, alternative scene? BAM. Right here!" he points down at the ground, "In Brooklyn. We're down the street from Mutant Town. we're up the way from Greenwich. You wanna know where they're gonna wanna hang out? right here -- we are going to make this the hip, anti-establishment venue, and we're going to reap the livestock that make their way in here. Turn a couple on to our Unique Happenings, found ourselves a new sort of Vampire Clique. Everyone's gonna wanna join in, but first they've gotta bring us their Blood Money." he grins.     "One to feed, two to bleed. Natch?" He grins.     Pippi's brows furrow, her amber eyes narrowing as she draws herself up from a crouch, stirring up a bit of dust. She goes to get a better look, but begins sto feel the dust tickle in her nose.
Spike	Spike shakes his head and holds out a hand. "Here, let me help with that elbow" Spike ofvfers. If the gullible vamp acepts, Spike will try to throw him over his shoulder. If not, Spike will try to subtly flip him off. "Nah man, the happening's in Midtown. You're in the wrong place. This ain't the 60s any more with the beatniks. C'mon. Wrong part of the city" Spike offers. then he laughs. "Besides, what makes you stand out from any of the other wannabe vampires. Lemme ask you kids, how old are you?" Spike adds with a shrug.lder.
Pippi	THe gullable vamp does not accept, he just eye-narrows at Spike suspiciously as his friend goes off on the tangent about their plans. "It's not a bad idea. We're founding a cult with a club front. Those mutants are desperate to feel like they're something, and we're going to make them feel like they're something." he states, his arms crossing. "And what makes us stand out is that I have a masters in Business and he ran a club in LA until he got turned, so why don't you make like a tree, you Billy-Idol looking greaseball, and lea--"     That's when those tickles in the canine's nose results in a big ol' sneeze. She freezes in place, behind an abandoned receptionist desk.
Spike	Spike sighs. "Look. I've been doing this a lot longer than you. You won't get anywhere with that attitude The oooh, look at me, I'm a vampire, aren't I all scary?" Spike scoffs. "So you turned your lackeyy. Lemme tell you how this'll go. You'll open it. You'll get curious people. Slayers will kick your butt from here to Cancun. You'll regret ever trying" Spike says and then in one motion, he's pirouetted on a foot, drawn his stake and lunged at the gullible vamp, stake first. Spike's not playing around.
Pippi	The stakes are high in this camp! The two newer vamps are distracted by the sneezing noise, though the gullable one gives a short cry as he turns back to face an angry Spike weilding a stake! The cry is short-lived, and he's dusted, collapsing into a heap of particles as his friend turns around, and with a snarl he reaches for the desk and throws the whole desk at Spike, exposing the small canine from her hiding place.     Pippi blinks, and gives a physical wince before she launches herself at the desk-throwing vampire, whose lawyer was totally his father at one point, and tries to pin him!
Spike	Spike leaps out of the way of the desk and sneezes at the vampire dust. Dignified, being sneezed at for the dusted vampire as Spike whirls, thinking on a plan of attack. He's still got the stake and an angry feeling toward them vamps. He's not a happy Spike, and he is swearing profusely with all sorts of new and inventive British swear words. Buffy would so clean his mouth out with soap if she heard. Fortunately she's not here. Not that it stops him bluffing. "You know Buffy's outside and waiting on my signal" Spike taunts.But I'm having too much fun with you to let her enjoy this one. So" Spike catcalls. "What's the matter, afraid to fight me like a man, you gotta throw desks/" he adds with a sneer on his lips as Spike smirks. "You're down a lackey now, aren't you?" he adds, and climbs /over/ the desk to get a run, a literal run, at the vampire who figured hurling furniture was a good idea. In other words. Spike is not a happy camper. He's out to kill now. And they said he'd never amount to much...
Pippi	Pippi is not a hundred percent sure who's the bad guy here. There's one guy who got turned into dust, but the other guy might have dusted him because they want to turn others into vampires! That's... bad, right? And the other guy mentions Buffy. Which means he's loosely an associate of Oz's. Maybe?     Pippi, a pitbull dog with hands and clothes is attempting to pin the other vampire, who looks utterly repulsed and tosses her off.     "Bullshit. I can smell a Slayer from a mile away, and you bring a dog to a fight?!" he asks, motioning to Pippi. "I oughta call the ASPCA!"
Spike	Spike spins on a heel and slams into the wall. He spies Pippi, arches an eyebrow....and face first slides into the wall. "Oh for..." he begins then pushes off of it. Protect the lil doggo. Spike.....is kinda thinkiing PIppi's fierce and oh, cute, too, in a weird she'll tear his throat out, way. Spike snorts, making his way over to Pippi....well...trying to, though he does hurl a lamp from the desk at a vampire. "Yuou ever get told you need a guiding light?" Spike quips hurling the lamp. He even has the sense to whip the power cord, too. The place was wrecked before.It's more wrecked now. Sliding past Pippi, Spike lunges at the vampire again, he's determined to deal with this little punk...
Triage	Triage was was literally in the neighborhood, hunting for that semi-famous pizza parlor and a quick, possibly cheap, bite when he heard a loud slam and shouting from inside the warehouse. When there's a sound of trouble, he's rarely one to worry about whose turf it is if he might help, and slamming of bodies against walls often means a need for help. He lowers his bo stick from his shoulder and ventures into the dusty, dim warehouse.
Pippi	Pippi is slammed into the wall, and momentarily stunned, but she shakes it off, ear flapping slightly before she draws herself back up with a little growl, her lip curling into a snarl before she follows behind Spike. The schemeing vampire answers back in a growl at Spike, calling out "YOU COULDA BEEN PART OF SOMETHING GREAT!", voice ringing in the burnt-out building before he gets smacked with the lamp, ripped out of the wall and sneinding burned bronze and brittle glass at the vampire -- who champs it to the face with a soft 'AUGH!' sound -- followed by the dark flash of Pippi's jacketed form sliding to the ride of Spike, baseball-sliding feet-first towards the enemy vampire's legs and swinging her won out, sends him top-under-teakettle, sprawing to his side.
Spike	Spike watches and whistles. "Safe!" he calls. Hey, he's watched the odd baseball game or two when Passions isn't on. So he brings the phone with him now, out of the wall, off the desk and slamming it on the vampire's head. No quick retort now. Just pure anger, out to hurt that vampire, do whatever it took to hurt and kill. Sure, stakes are good. But...but...use what's around. Death by two pin plug, maybe?
Pippi	The vampire is terminated by other means -- that receiver is heavy. The phone itself is several dozen pounds -- an old pay phone style, kept around for amusement and decor.     Pippi backs away from Spike at that point, her eyes going wide at the whole viciousness of the situation, wincing and covering her ears, backing away from him with a soft whimper.
Triage	Triage advances into the dusty, chotic room slowly, still on guard with his bo in both hands while he peers at the slumped form. "I hard shouting. Can I help?" Throughout the time, his eyes remain on the vanquished villain, alert for signs of life.
Spike	Spike's swearing still, profusely and...yes, proudly too. He's teaching Pippi all the English swears she'd ever care to know, in a ranting shouty voice. Then he takes a breath and stares at the vampire, sliding the stake toward te brained guy with a grin that shows how much he's enjoying this as he hears a voice, and whirls, fists clenched.
Pippi	Pippi looks at the carnage, her hands still over her ears. The smell of ichor and death hanging in the air, and she backs away from Spike, and instead, stands between him and the direction of the oncoming Triage.     "They're not part of this." she states, sternly, her ears back. She can smell the other person coming in over the scent of death. She's shaking slightly, her tail stiff as the canine mutant squares her shoulders.
Triage	Triage continued to watch the fallen vampire but glances to Spike, who is now wielding a deadly stake, and guesses, "Blood-sucker?" He shakes his head. "I"M not a fan of killing but those guys take other lives, against the natural order." Then he squints at Pippi and frowns. Gently, he wonders, "Are you hurt? I might be able to help."
Spike	Spike waves the stake as if making his point. "Yeah, they wanted to start a cult ot turn people and mutants" Spike says sounding uneasy. "So I dealt with that but the little dog got hurt" he says simply, before he sits down on the floor. He's feeling a litle bad for scaring Pippi, sure. But. But.....there was only one way this would end, kill or be killed. Spike was the killer. Spike's good like that. If anything, he's.....dangerous, and he's also conflicted for scaring Pippi.
Pippi	Pippi's no stranger to death. Or beatings. Didn't mean she liked it. She backs off a few more steps from Spike, and as the new person proves to be at least friendly (and not quite in danger from Spike pulling some other sort of utility from the wall!), she turns to regard Triage, drawing a few steps forther from the couple, with a slight limp. Triage would see that she's canine. Pitbull-like, square muzzle, a bisected face in reddish-brown and white, wearing a hooded jacket and dark, ripped jeans. Her tail curls down a moment, looking from Spike to Triage, and she states quietly "I'm okay!"
Triage	"You have a limp," Triage corrects, pointing slightly with the tip of his bo at Pippi's leg. "He glances again at Spike. "Should we expect backup? If so ..." He returns his attention to Pippi. "Favorin' that leg won't help. Can I have a look?" He slowly kneels to place the stick on the ground. "I promise that I won't hurt you."
Spike	Spike shakes his head and sits watching them all as Spike looks to the doggie again. I'm not gonna hurt you either" he says gently, as if trying to reassure the canine. Somehow, some way.....he feels responsible. THough really, if the vampires hadn't picked a fight with him and this canine....yeah. Yeah....not a good thing. Spike's worried.
Pippi	Pippi look sbetwen Spike and Triage, and she looks at her leg, and gives a shrug. "It'll get better." she replies, drawing a few steps back and away from the both of them. "... what group do you belong to?" she asks, glancing between the two. "I don't know who you are."
Spike	Spike shakes his head. "I'm Spike. I'm with the Scooby Gang. Friend of Oz" Spike points out with a look from Triage to Pippi. "Yeah I know Oz, so you're good. I won't hurt you" Spike says with his palms raised to the two of them. Shaking his head, Spike sighs.
Triage	Triage extends his hand, palm downward, as he would for a normal dog to sniff. "I helped with a group once, when I was younger, but now ..." He shakes his head. "I'm in college, not with a group, really," he answers. "My name's Christopher."
Pippi	Pippi wrinkles her nose. "Really. I'm talking and wearing pants, and you expect me to shake on command? Disappoint. Big Oof." the mutant teen states a sshe just sort of plunks down. She glances to Spike. "You know Oz? Eh. He's all right." she states, trying to sound cool and aloof, but her tail curled between her legs. She's not very comfortable.     "What's college?"
Spike	Spike shrugs. "Yeah I know Oz, and the Scoobies. See, they're good people. Very good people" he grins.
Triage	Triage stands and glances at the former vampire. "College is a kind of advanced school to prepare people for jobs that need certain skills," he explains. "I didn't expect you to shake hands or anything. I only wanted to show that I'm not a threat. But ..." He shrugs. "Since you two seem to be okay, I should be on my way to the trains." He stands, shoulders his his quarterstaff, and heads for the door.
Pippi	".. oh. School." Pippi states, and rubs the back of her head. And then glances to Spike, and bck to Christopher as he retreats, she hops up and goes walking back the way she came. "Nice to meet your acquaintence! Be careful in mutant town!" she calls back to the two, looking to get back to the elevator access way she came in by.