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I wish I were back in Sunnydale!

Well, that didn't work. Hello, fellow citizens of this lovely and not at all oppressive human incubator, I am pleased to make your acquaintance! I hope you are all enjoying your procreating!

I don't suppose anyone could point me in the direction of Xander Harris. He's a handsome one-eyed lad whose physique has reaped the benefits of a career in construction without the obnoxious cat-calling to accompany it. I'm sure you've seen him around.

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dontpatthebunny.livejournal.com

Did you die too?

From:

postits

A long time ago, madam. 1926, to be exact. Became a grim reaper, have a bit of expertise about the fragile nature of the subject. I figured I should put it to use here, help folks, have a meeting place, etc. The food's not bad, either.

From:

dontpatthebunny.livejournal.com

A grim reaper! I have to admit this is a first for me. I mean, sure, there were plenty of demons who went around claiming to "Be Death," but that was usually just insecurity talking. That or attempting to get in my pants.

From:

postits

I don't claim to be Death, just do his dirty work. I'm sure you've heard quite a lot.

Demons?

From:

ex_wells219

I don't believe in all that eye for an eye stuff okay, because it doesn't work.

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dontpatthebunny.livejournal.com

Done a lot, actually. See, due to certain circumstances involving an ex I became a vengeance demon and granted the wishes of betrayed women in a very literal fashion on their unfaithful men. But then my power centre was destroyed and I became a human with all of the fluids coming out of various orifices that that entails. Not that I minded all of the fluids, which is why I fell in love and blah blah, got left at the altar, and briefly resumed the demony lifestyle until I realised that as far as fluids go there was a whole lot more blood on the nonhuman side of things than I remembered. So here I am, human once more!

From:

postits

Fascinating. I'm sorry you were left at the altar. Nonetheless, fascinating.

From:

dontpatthebunny.livejournal.com

Yes, my life story is one of both epic joy and vast sorrow.

From:

postits

Whose isn't.

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robotsexual.livejournal.com

Funny.

From:

dontpatthebunny.livejournal.com

Humans do manage to cram a lot into their pathetic little life spans, don't they?

From:

postits

We most certainly do, Anya.

From:

dontpatthebunny.livejournal.com

Right, we. I just thought, you know, that there was still more for me, that I wasn't done yet, and okay, technically. But none of the things are here that make it worth getting slowly suffocated by the mortal coil until your body finally gives out on you at the end of a prosperous and wrinkly life.

From:

postits

I think we all feel like that in the beginning, madam. I know I did when confronted with the idea of an un-life. Staying mostly the same, watching everyone you loved go on without you, and the interchanging new faces along with it. Then you end up here, and you think fate has to be bluffing you on this one, but she's not. You play your hand anyway, you're forced to even if you don't want to, because there's just no other way to go about it.

There are some things worth sticking around here. Food's still decent, for the most part. Got some of the nicer music left. People are interesting, on the whole, and there seem to be folks from your world, though perhaps not the one(s) you're searching for. Plenty of bizarre government ritual aimed at raising the population count, that's good for a laugh. Lots to read. Lots to catch up on. You weigh the good and you weigh the bad, see how it comes out, and decide if the good is worth sticking around for.

For what it's worth. It does get better.

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ex_wells219

I mean it. Even if I could hurt him, even if somehow, magically, I could say the word and he'd be dead, I wouldn't. Sometimes I think I hate him and then I remember all the stuff he said and I don't know if I can. Which is pretty, um, pretty sick. And I don't want people fighting on my behalf anymore. I don't want anyone else

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dontpatthebunny.livejournal.com

I like you, Rube.

From:

postits

I like you too, miss Anya.

From:

ex_wells219

Sorry. I shouldn't. But I don't really have people I can talk to about this stuff.

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robotsexual.livejournal.com

Christ, if this is you being the poster boy for redemption no wonder I'm not buying. I know you're a masochist and hey, not saying it doesn't work for me? But this just got real unsexy, Andrew. He didn't fuck you up because you deserve it, he did it 'cause it was good times. Don't flatter yourself that it was for a higher purpose, you're just easy to hurt, okay.

Look. I'm sorry if I couldn't make it, I don't know, enough for you.

From:

ex_wells219

Mukuro told me I needed to be punished for betraying my friend. He wanted people to come after him, and fight him, and lose. Because that would be more interesting than me.

It's not masochism. You think I wanted this? To get stuck in this dumb hospital? Kinda not. And- you're enough. More than. But that's not why I keep

well, you know that already.

Warren, I'm just scared, okay. Really, really terrified. And I don't know what to do or, or if there's anything I can do and I don't get why it has to be me.