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016 | backdated to earlier in the day

[Outside the castle there's a familiar ship on the ground, one that looks a lot less beat up than it did a few days ago. Apparently Spike was fired and replaced with some magical mechanic. Not like he minded too much; less work for him. And he had to hand it to them, from a distance you couldn't even see anything wrong with it.

It's when Faye pokes her head up in the cockpit window that he decides to get a better look.] Have you flown it yet?

[she barely glances over from where she's tinkering with the console] ...He screwed up all of my settings! I'm pretty sure that there isn't a planet nearby called 'My Bollocks,' here.

[Good thing she's too occupied to catch his smirk. That's what happens.] Who did you say fixed it for you?

[as she sighs and turns around, dangling her legs out the hatch--] Crowley.

. . . [Crowley. He really should have guessed.] I didn't know he worked on spaceships. [Spike leans against the frame and gives a sidelong glance at a certain panel. If he was really curious, he could open it and check just how fixed it really is, but he diverts his eyes before she can tell what he's examining.]

A spaceship is the same as a car, when you wiggle your fingers at it, I guess. [spooky wiggling fingers, for emphasis]

Right. [Magic. On that note, he reaches into his jacket and pulls out a steel flask. Can't even remember what he filled it with -- but it smells strong enough, so he takes a drink.]

[she arches an eyebrow at him] ...Isn't is a little early for that? [not that it keeps her from reaching out and beckoning for it, of course. The one she keeps in the cockpit has been drained by a certain magical mechanic.] You having trouble coping-- [...she doesn't get the whole thought out, however. Her voice cuts off abruptly, hands going to her throat and eyes widening in surprise]

... What is it? [He had barely moved to share it, when the knowing smile on his face vanishes. When she doesn't respond in a few more seconds, he can tell she isn't kidding. She's choking. Quickly, he glancing around them (because you never know if you're alone) and swears under his breath. The flask is thrown to the ground and shakes her shoulder.] Faye? Hey, come on!

[she grabs onto his arm, fingers digging desperately into the cloth of his sleeve, and all she can struggle out is a tiny strangled gasp. She can't breathe. ...She can't breathe!]

[Shit. She's turning blue, this isn't--] Hold on. [What's he going to do, carry her back? They don't have ambulances here, but they aren't too far away. He tries to keep her from falling and fumbles around for the journal in his pocket.]

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ooc: Spike | Faye

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[Times like these, you hate having to rely on more magical bullshit. The voice over the journal is dictated in a tone that's calmer than it should be, but there's an angry undercurrent that's just waiting to challenge whoever is responsible. Has to be someone.]

If anyone knows CPR, or... anything, I don't care. I need you outside the castle. Someone's dying.

ooc^2: So very open! Journal or in person. Lost Room item related... because it's about time. Some girls have all the luck.

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[ oh it's you. interesting thief guy ]

Someone dying, huh?

[ wants to watch this show. so he'll show up a few moments later, but he'll slow when he sees who it is that's 'dying' ]

...Huh.

[He snaps his head up from where he's been pretty much hopeless in helping her, beyond setting her on the ground. Doesn't quite recognize the guy in front of him at first.]

She's suffocating. [... State the obvious, but that's all he's good for right now.]

I see that.

[ crouches down next to her and tilts his head at her curiously. then he smiles and taps her on the nose. what an interesting shade of blue... ]

This is why it's so important to chew your food.

[Joshua. You are within striking range, Faye's life is flashing before her eyes, and she knows that you can do crazy shit. So, with a strangled furious sound, she grabs for him. His arm, wrist, collar, whatever she can reach. She can't speak, but her message is pretty clear on her face-- you better fucking help her right now!]

[Spike scowls when she flails up at them, because there are only so many ways to interpret that and they don't have a lot of time here. He can't afford not to trust whoever comes along.]

Can you do something?

[ whoa there, dame. watch the suit! the maids already have a hard enough time keeping wrinkles out of his clothes...

with a 'tsk', he reaches to place his hand over hers ]

Calm down, Valentine.

[ a glance towards spike. he stares at him for a moment before an even stranger smile touches his lips, and he pries faye's hands off him before standing up ]

I could, but she can't be depending on me all the time, you know? I want to see if anyone else around here is actually useful. I'll give it a minute.

[goddamn you, Joshua. Hope you can hear all the things she's calling you in her head. She's screaming them as loud as she can.

It might not last long, however. She'd love to go after Joshua and somehow make him help her... but her vision is becoming dotted with black. She's swiftly losing consciousness]

[Now he remembers; he hasn't seen Joshua since he was on a loss. Probably not the first person he would have wanted for help. Spike stands up to get some intimidating height on him.]

We don't have a minute. [It's easier to look at Joshua than Faye, and he's all but ready to accuse him of starting the whole thing.] Do you know what this is?

[ you can tell the intimidation is working! ...not really, but it's a nice try spike ]

It looks like she's suffocating. Isn't that what you said?

[ and yes faye he does hear those words, and trust me it's not winning you any fans. it's only winning you a dirty look ]

You should watch your language, Valentine. That's not how you ask for favors.

[ with a shrug, he pushes spike aside (with force if necessary) before sinking back down onto his knees and slipping a hand beneath the nape of her neck so his fingers can cradle the back of her head. he sighs and shuts his eyes ]

It would be pathetic to let you die over something like this. Just remember that you owe me.

[ his other hand rests against her collarbone, and quite suddenly a gold light surrounds them both, glimmering wings sprouting from his back as he concentrates ]

[well, she sure as hell wasn't going to beg him. She tries to lie as still as she can, but she can't help but writhe with the desperate need to breathe. And then that glow surrounds them, and she tries to just be patient and wait for it to get better...

--And it doesn't. She's not in as much lung-raking discomfort as she was before... but she still can't breathe.]

Right, right. Got it.

[and sure enough, it's one of the first things he sees when he comes out the front door. He breaks into a quick jog toward it and as he gets closer, he can see--a man he doesn't recognize, probably the one who made the call, and--and Faye, on the ground, and next to her--oh great. Joshua. The only reaction he makes is a vaguely distressed look at Faye as he approaches, dropping his emergency kit on the ground next to her and kneeling next to Joshua--he glances at what the other man is doing, frowning massively--and giving her a quick once-over]

What happened?

[introductions can come later]

[not having any luck in the clinic, Kaylee's on her own when she runs out to join them, running down the stairs and towards the main doors just a little bit behind Rory.

While he's asking questions, she'll be lingering in the back, nervous eyes falling on Spike and the unfamiliar faces. The fact that Faye's is a bit more familiar hasn't registered, yet]

[ yeah don't mind him, he'll just be over here with faye in his lap glowin' it up. although his brow wrinkles a bit in frustration after a moment, wings actually fluttering as he stares down at faye, totally ignoring any newcomers

anyone who does try to touch faye right now is welcome to, but the glowing may hinder visuals, and it will definitely be very warm ]

It should have worked by now... What sort of trouble did you get into this time, Valentine?

[Spike stands back, barely glancing at the others when they arrive. That warm glowing light really isn't as comforting to him.]

... I don't know. She wasn't eating anything, she just started choking, like someone was strangling her.

[This is really taking too long!] --Is that supposed to do something?

[she distantly catches Joshua's words with a pang of horror, before everything slips away around her. Starved of oxygen, her strangled gasping stills, and she finally blacks out.

...This is not how she wanted to go.]

[whatever happened, it doesn't sound--logical--and this castle is messed up anyway, so Rory can only hope that conventional CPR will work. He's already put an ear to her nose and mouth and ascertained that she's having severe difficulty breathing (as if the blue tint to her lips and skin hadn't already told him that), and he's just moving to tilt her head back when she stops breathing completely.

A look of panic crosses his face but--deep breath out of habit--he can do this. He pushes aside all his fear and the worry of being around other people ... and Faye can hate him later, when she's still alive TO hate him]

I need--I need you to move away just a little, please--

[this is directed at Joshua, in a form voice that quavers only a little, and once he can he gently takes Faye's face in his hands and tilts it back, then pinches her nose closed and goes for it: he covers her mouth with his and gives two full breaths before sitting back up and starting chest compressions]

((lol so fail))

[there's something nagging in the back of her head as she watches, wringing her hands nervously, but in the panic of the moment it hasn't fully surfaced. For now, she can only glance between the people gathered -Joshua glowing, Rory's shoulder, Faye's obscured face, and Spike- and curse the feeling of being completely useless]

[ rory's request only gets joshua's attention because of his proximity. recognition flickers across his gaze before he sits back to give him room. amusement would also be present at such a reunion if he wasn't also baffled at what little his powers managed to accomplish.

absently, he looks to spike for only a moment before back down. he's letting rory do his thing, but the glowing is very much continuing. he's starting to look tired, and normally he would never put this much effort into healing a person, but...it not working is like a motherfucking CHALLENGE. at the very least, it's keeping her from having brain damage at the lack of oxygen ]

It should heal any ailment she has. Whoever or whatever is doing this to her must be using magic.

[ frowns more ]

But no magic should be stronger than mine... Unless it's the castle.

[That doesn't make any sense to him. Unless someone is finally getting their revenge for what happened months ago. In any case, it's a relief that their doctor stepped in to try some old fashioned CPR. At least they could say they tried. ... Spike can't really wrap his head around it, even if he said it before. She's dying.

He looks at Kaylee, sorry to make her come out there, and lowers his voice.]

You don't have to watch this.

[neither the magic nor the CPR is having any effect. She just simply won't breathe, for no discernible reason.]

[and Rory can see that, and he'd be breaking out into a flop sweat if he could. The heat from whatever Joshua's doing has him on edge anyway, because for him Heat Is Bad and he worries about his body starting to soften--but this is more important. He makes a frustrated noise and does a couple more rounds of breaths and chest compressions, and when it STILL doesn't work, he sits up, radiating frustration and urgency, and looks around.

--Faye CAN'T die, she's his sister, the only one he really has left who understands certain things, because even though Tobias is still around they'd never clicked, not even then--

There's a woman standing behind him, not doing anything. He looks up at her to catch her gaze]

Please--in my bag, there's a plastic mask with a sort of bulb thing attached, I need you to get it out for me.

[then he pushes his hair back off his forehead before turning back, about to start another round of CPR]

[she reacts on instinct, like she's helping Simon, Spike's words barely registering as she kneels down to pull the instrument out of Rory's bag.

It's only after she's passed it to him and stepped back that it actually starts to fall into place]

[softly...too soft, probably, to be noticed in all this chaos] You-

[there's nothing to follow the quiet exclamation, because the thought hasn't completely formed. But that dull sort of dread is rising as her gaze darts from Rory to the unconscious Faye... and then to Spike.

This wasn't good. This wasn't good at all... and it had nothing to do with Faye choking.

She's not making a scene. Not calling attention to herself. But she has the definite, deer-in-headlights look of one who's just seen something terrifying]

[ kaylee's reaction is like a shrill call to him, that fear and dread drawing his attention like a moth to a flame. immediately his gaze snaps up to focus on her, the soft glow of his healing seeming to flicker for a moment as a red hue takes over the blue of his eyes ]

Hn... You're afraid of the wrong demons.

[ a quick look at rory and whatever the hell he's doing, then down at faye. joshua's actually beginning to look a little worse for wear, veins along his jaw protruding as he tries to focus. even this useless power is still his, and it's an insult for it not to work immediately ]

Look in the mirror before labeling others as monsters.

[Spike gives them some space to work. He doesn't have a high success rate in terms of life saving, but he can tell that they're determined not to call it early; it's good to know Faye's still got friends here. Funny how even when he did the right thing and got help in time, they can't figure out how to save her. When someone wants you dead... Spike doesn't say anything else, trying to think back to what happed, if he saw anything--

His eyes catch sunlight flashing on a metal object on the ground, and he reaches down to pick it up. The flask had spilled most of what was in it when he dropped it, but there's a few swallows left. He thinks about finishing it off, but instead just screws the cap back on and stuffs it in his jacket. Could be useful later.]

HOPE THIS IS OKAY?

YES o/

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IT'S A REPOST

And another

JEEZ GUYS WAY TO CONFUSE ME

lmao /keeps up......!

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