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redeems( maybe before you've sat down to breakfast, or just when you're waking up, or you've made it down to breakfast and have seen the
✞ℍДИƘƧ, ƘøᏰУ
written in blood on the wall of the dining room for yourself -- your network device comes to life. there's a new message.
simulcast from @ angelus, @ giles and @ amy, the feeds come to like one by one, as if one person is operating the camera.
when the screen comes to life, Amy Elliott Dunne sits, something tied around her mouth and hands, but alive! there is no bruising anyone can see, so maybe this is a kink? maybe she wants this? easy questions to ask, if not for the way she looks into the camera, eyes wide with shock, wet with tears that she seems to keep from spilling over through sheer will alone. her shirt is torn and there's dried blood apparent, but overall it looks like maybe she also gave as good as she got.
the second feed turns on, showing an unconscious Rupert Giles with a nasty shiner on one eye and a bruising along the left side of his forehead, almost as if he got the business end of a fist before being slammed into something. there's also a fresh wound by his chin right on his neck, like someone got a bit peckish in his machinations. lastly, there's a long, sharp, shallow cut along his right forearm, still bleeding, that blood seeping down his wrist and dripping from his fingers. drip. drip. drip into a splatter on the ground.
the third feed shows both of them, each to the left and right, of the perpetrator, Angelus. as it turns on, his face is so close to the camera, that maybe the new people won't recognize it, but as he moves back and centers the feed - yes, this is the vampire with the face of an angel.
he starts with his Robin Williams impression, cupping his hands over his mouth. ) Good morning, Saltbuuuuuuuurnt! ( Stepping back, now in the whole shot, he grins, gesturing at his handywork. ) What do you think? It's not my best work and honestly it was all kind of slapped together, but between the constant auctions and Chekhov's sisters, I was getting bored. Seriously. You have a house that never stays the same, that, monthly becomes something else! Not that I liked being in with cabin freezer, but the little Christmas village was like something out of a snowglobe. And yet, everyone here, everyone, even you, vampire population, are boring. Toothless. You kill and then you apologize. I wish I'd been here for Werewolf. What a blood bath it would have been. Not that anybody here cares about strategy or actually doing anything besides the constant horniness. Saw the sex club, wasn't impressed.
( He just shrugs, looking as unimpressed as he professes himself. )
Anyway, one long sob story short, I got bored. Even sending threats does nothing in this place. I've been begging certain people to get their hands dirty and yet all they do is fret and protect and generally shit the bed at doing anything at all besides, nothing. So, now I'm not giving you a choice. Or a head start. I have Giles the librarian and his girlfriend in one of the attic rooms. You want 'em, come and get 'em. I do feel obligated to remind everyone that these hallways and rooms change. One of the only good things I like about this place.
What kind of host am I being? ( he turns back and approaches Amy, lowering the rag in her mouth. ) Got anything to say to the world wide Saltburnt network?
Please— [ spoken in a gasp as Amy catches her breath, pleading not to the rolling cameras but to Angelus, ] don't— don't hurt anyone else. Don't hurt him again. [ Whatever else she has to say is silenced as Angelus speaks next, though her expression shifts as he continues to talk, her eyes darting from him, to the camera lens, to the rest of the room, the softer edges of her fear (real or not) slowly calcifying while his threats continue. ]
Oh, and, ( He brings a finger to his lips, pressing and then tapping, to make his last threat. ) if I've ever left you anything out of the goodness of my heart, this doesn't make you safe. Quite the contrary.
Finally, if anybody wants to blame anyone for this little stunt? Blame Buffy Summers and Faith Lehane. You could've just come right to me. Was it that death doesn't stick here, or are you both over whatever it is Angel does to your soft parts?
( Both hands settle in front of him palms up. )
I'll be happy to fill in any juicy, heartbreaking, downright sad blanks. Discuss.
Or, try and catch me.
Or, save these two. I've taken the old man once before so I'm real rusty. Make it worth my while.
( responses will be coming from angelus, giles, and amy! there will be a top level open for in person fighting interaction if you think your character would come after angelus in person. buffy gets the final blow, but have at him, because he's formidable.
if you'd like to track angelus' misdeeds up until now, he paid cassian two visits. he got to know grace. he connected with faith. friday morning, he left something for max. he then left something outside grace's, though it's more a message for cassian. he left buffy's boyfriend august a nice note. hawk found something in his bed. goodsir found something on the floor of his museum.
Friday night, he left Ani a note. And then lured Buffy with a message of his own. )
written in blood on the wall of the dining room for yourself -- your network device comes to life. there's a new message.
simulcast from @ angelus, @ giles and @ amy, the feeds come to like one by one, as if one person is operating the camera.
when the screen comes to life, Amy Elliott Dunne sits, something tied around her mouth and hands, but alive! there is no bruising anyone can see, so maybe this is a kink? maybe she wants this? easy questions to ask, if not for the way she looks into the camera, eyes wide with shock, wet with tears that she seems to keep from spilling over through sheer will alone. her shirt is torn and there's dried blood apparent, but overall it looks like maybe she also gave as good as she got.
the second feed turns on, showing an unconscious Rupert Giles with a nasty shiner on one eye and a bruising along the left side of his forehead, almost as if he got the business end of a fist before being slammed into something. there's also a fresh wound by his chin right on his neck, like someone got a bit peckish in his machinations. lastly, there's a long, sharp, shallow cut along his right forearm, still bleeding, that blood seeping down his wrist and dripping from his fingers. drip. drip. drip into a splatter on the ground.
the third feed shows both of them, each to the left and right, of the perpetrator, Angelus. as it turns on, his face is so close to the camera, that maybe the new people won't recognize it, but as he moves back and centers the feed - yes, this is the vampire with the face of an angel.
he starts with his Robin Williams impression, cupping his hands over his mouth. ) Good morning, Saltbuuuuuuuurnt! ( Stepping back, now in the whole shot, he grins, gesturing at his handywork. ) What do you think? It's not my best work and honestly it was all kind of slapped together, but between the constant auctions and Chekhov's sisters, I was getting bored. Seriously. You have a house that never stays the same, that, monthly becomes something else! Not that I liked being in with cabin freezer, but the little Christmas village was like something out of a snowglobe. And yet, everyone here, everyone, even you, vampire population, are boring. Toothless. You kill and then you apologize. I wish I'd been here for Werewolf. What a blood bath it would have been. Not that anybody here cares about strategy or actually doing anything besides the constant horniness. Saw the sex club, wasn't impressed.
( He just shrugs, looking as unimpressed as he professes himself. )
Anyway, one long sob story short, I got bored. Even sending threats does nothing in this place. I've been begging certain people to get their hands dirty and yet all they do is fret and protect and generally shit the bed at doing anything at all besides, nothing. So, now I'm not giving you a choice. Or a head start. I have Giles the librarian and his girlfriend in one of the attic rooms. You want 'em, come and get 'em. I do feel obligated to remind everyone that these hallways and rooms change. One of the only good things I like about this place.
What kind of host am I being? ( he turns back and approaches Amy, lowering the rag in her mouth. ) Got anything to say to the world wide Saltburnt network?
Please— [ spoken in a gasp as Amy catches her breath, pleading not to the rolling cameras but to Angelus, ] don't— don't hurt anyone else. Don't hurt him again. [ Whatever else she has to say is silenced as Angelus speaks next, though her expression shifts as he continues to talk, her eyes darting from him, to the camera lens, to the rest of the room, the softer edges of her fear (real or not) slowly calcifying while his threats continue. ]
Oh, and, ( He brings a finger to his lips, pressing and then tapping, to make his last threat. ) if I've ever left you anything out of the goodness of my heart, this doesn't make you safe. Quite the contrary.
Finally, if anybody wants to blame anyone for this little stunt? Blame Buffy Summers and Faith Lehane. You could've just come right to me. Was it that death doesn't stick here, or are you both over whatever it is Angel does to your soft parts?
( Both hands settle in front of him palms up. )
I'll be happy to fill in any juicy, heartbreaking, downright sad blanks. Discuss.
Or, try and catch me.
Or, save these two. I've taken the old man once before so I'm real rusty. Make it worth my while.
( responses will be coming from angelus, giles, and amy! there will be a top level open for in person fighting interaction if you think your character would come after angelus in person. buffy gets the final blow, but have at him, because he's formidable.
if you'd like to track angelus' misdeeds up until now, he paid cassian two visits. he got to know grace. he connected with faith. friday morning, he left something for max. he then left something outside grace's, though it's more a message for cassian. he left buffy's boyfriend august a nice note. hawk found something in his bed. goodsir found something on the floor of his museum.
Friday night, he left Ani a note. And then lured Buffy with a message of his own. )
to fight or to snark! ➡️ action
Date: 2026-01-15 06:01 am (UTC)down the hallway and in the parlor below the attic they're being held in.
in buffy's gym
outside - or ... inside - cassian's and max's, grace's, ani's and jake's, harry's and tim's, koby's, and buffy's.
in the attic if you want your bell rung.
if interested! in the title, let me know if you'd like to talk, fight, or - I doubt it, die. if fight, let me know if you'd rather a KO, an injury, a back and forth and an escape (either), or, again, I doubt it, a death! and where )
a note
Date: 2026-01-15 07:32 am (UTC)then leave Buffy a picture of Ani waiting for her wherever she is
Friday night
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Date: 2026-01-15 07:43 pm (UTC)1) flagging that "elliott" is spelled with two t's!
2) amy would have tried to fight back after giles got knocked out — happy to keep no visible bruising or make a fight more evident, whatever is more fun for you to play with! at the very least i'd still like to tack this on to the end of her intro, if this works for you:3) and for the bit where angel lets amy speak (i put it in a text box for ease re codes):
happy to tweak anything if necessary, otherwise thank u again and looking forward to chaos on saturday!!
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Date: 2026-01-15 08:30 pm (UTC)please double check my edits and make sure everything works for you!
sorry angelus went on. he does like to hear himself speak...
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Date: 2026-01-15 08:38 pm (UTC)