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Life of a Death Match Guard
Title ;; Life of a Death Match Guard
Setting ;; Exitvoid Day 45 Death Match post-Round Two
Fandom/s ;; Leverage and Whedonverse. The bastard can meld ALL OF THE THINGS together.
Summary ;; the fish creature hates vampires and wooden pointy things that kill them now.
Rating ;; PG-13 for language?
Round two had just ended and the fish-like guard of the door just stared at what he was going to have to clean up. It wasn't a body. Or, well, it was, but the body was no longer there. In its place... A pile of ash.
Eliot Spencer and Spike had both faced off in the room, Eliot being the victor after Spike had surrendered to him. There were some trinkets left behind, but the one thing that guard was caught up on was what was where the platinum blonde man stood.
Fuck There was no expression as the creature finally moved to the pile of ash that was once the vampire. And it's not like I can really fucking do anything but pick it up. Goddammit. Guard the door, they said. Take away dead bodies, they said. It'll be fine, they said.
There was no physical noise from the creature as it pretended to know how it was going to take care of the small pile of ashes, but there was not a doubt in its mind that the Hitter knew that something was strongly irking the creature. No comments were made, but the man did stay behind, at least for the moment, as the creature attempted to figure out what was what.
The fish creature looked around for any sign of something that could help. anything that could help. In the end, of course it finally figured everything out, but one major thought went through it's mind.
This job seriously just fucking blows...
Setting ;; Exitvoid Day 45 Death Match post-Round Two
Fandom/s ;; Leverage and Whedonverse. The bastard can meld ALL OF THE THINGS together.
Summary ;; the fish creature hates vampires and wooden pointy things that kill them now.
Rating ;; PG-13 for language?
Round two had just ended and the fish-like guard of the door just stared at what he was going to have to clean up. It wasn't a body. Or, well, it was, but the body was no longer there. In its place... A pile of ash.
Eliot Spencer and Spike had both faced off in the room, Eliot being the victor after Spike had surrendered to him. There were some trinkets left behind, but the one thing that guard was caught up on was what was where the platinum blonde man stood.
Fuck There was no expression as the creature finally moved to the pile of ash that was once the vampire. And it's not like I can really fucking do anything but pick it up. Goddammit. Guard the door, they said. Take away dead bodies, they said. It'll be fine, they said.
There was no physical noise from the creature as it pretended to know how it was going to take care of the small pile of ashes, but there was not a doubt in its mind that the Hitter knew that something was strongly irking the creature. No comments were made, but the man did stay behind, at least for the moment, as the creature attempted to figure out what was what.
The fish creature looked around for any sign of something that could help. anything that could help. In the end, of course it finally figured everything out, but one major thought went through it's mind.
This job seriously just fucking blows...