1. A Spring Decoration. Still Image | Written

[hismasterpiece]

[The journal clicks on at the far end of twilight, and the blurring image gradually resolves into a sharply-focused view of a dead fawn strewn with white and purple crocuses. White tea candles halo the little head, which is thrown back. Its tiny thin legs look as though they are leaping across the red-tinged snow.

Anyone who is paranoid about vampires in general -- or who is looking REALLY closely -- might see two tiny, clean puncture holes in the fawn's neck.

The following text soon appears beneath the image:]


I have made a spring picture. Everything melts and runs, and the ground is thirsty for secrets. And empty of them.

[So writes a vampire who is homesick for tombs and crypts and graveyards. This place is so barren of them. It won't do. Won't do at all. Still, she is pleased to have made this beautiful art out of a much-needed meal. Angelus would be pleased, too.]

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[ written ]

[herotypical]

[ speaking of people who are paranoid about vampires... ]

What happened to it?

[ it's certainly unsettling. has buffy seen eerier? yes (and some of that eerier has been drusilla's work as well); however, she sees no signature here. no modus operandi. none that she recognizes, at least. maybe it's been too long; maybe she's too optimistic.

either way, life in luceti has long since taught buffy summers to put her vamp-suspicions on the back burner in favour of finding things out. ]

[ written ]

[bloodwaif]

[Oh, the slayer. This is delightful; Drusilla had spied Buffy Summers out on the journals. It was a glorious game to write messages to her. Funny messages. Invisible ink. She is careful to obscure her image from the journal's camera.]

He frolicked off the final page and cut himself. Sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad, sad.

[Written]

[mountain_sage]

What...what are you doing to it?

[Written]

[hismasterpiece]

I have done with it. I have made it magnificent. It is a magnificent child now.

[written]

[abidinglaw]

Are you quite alright?

-Admiral James Norrington

[written]

[hismasterpiece]

[Drusilla stares at the image of the man writing to her, still careful to keep her own obscured. Oh. Oh, he's handsome. He's handsome like a footman, or the tiny man who stands atop a wedding cake. Oh he is marzipan and delight.]

I am well my lord. I am well. And you?

[flickerflash]

[She likes those words. She'd like them more if she weren't staring at a dead fawn on her screen, which makes her wary, but curiosity wins out over all.]

You should have used lilies.

[bloodwaif]

[This girl has pointed out a flaw. A serious, serious flaw. Yes. Lilies would have been more appropriate.]

I've no hothouse flowers, dolly. Just what the valleys and fields provide, and haven't they been kind? Cream and purple. How bruised the earth is in spring.

What can I say, he's not very poetic.

[quicktoanger]

So you killed a deer and arranged it artistically... why?

[bloodwaif]

Art exists only for itself. And I have brilliant taste, they always said.

written.

[quip]

[ cordelia's too busy wondering what the hell is going on to notice the puncture holes. ] What did poor Bambi ever do to you?

written.

[bloodwaif]

[Dru doesn't really know you yet, Cordelia. She doesn't recognize the face turning up in her journal.]

She's not pleased? She doesn't savor it?

[written] /two threads I guess

[tellmejohn]

[Artistic. It's... not without value, clearly. It's actually sort of pretty, albeit it's invoking a lot of imagery he does not understand the significance of. Actually, he doesn't fully understand the significance of the spring thing.

So...

Let's just pen in something. and hide the camera because of what is to be penned]

Simply marvelous. Though, I might ask - what do you mean the ground is empty?

[Let's see where flattery will get him. And what the MO here is.]

[written]

[hismasterpiece]

No graves. No bodies. No bones. No gristle. No whispers. The ground springs with life, but there is no proper foundation.

[voice] which I suspect will be short

[makeitquick]

Hell've a show.

[She sees... blood. Lots of weird macabre imagery. Actually, she ends up focusing on the punctures without thinking about it, though hasn't consciously realized this

[voice]

[hismasterpiece]

Has it elevated you? Has it elevated your soul?

[relictusdeus]

[Having served a ruthless Lord Dracula for over a decade, the sight of blood or dead animals inspires no unease in him.]

'tis but a waste of perfectly good meat.

[He remarks, having recently hunted some woodland creature to dine on with the help of his devil 'familiar'. It had been good, sinking his teeth into meat still somewhat rare.]

[Written]

[hismasterpiece]

It is not foul meat that is the most delicious part of the beast, or hasn't your mommy taught you anything?

Written

[thefinaljedi]

[Luke cannot help but respond here. He's genuinely concerned that something horrid is on the loose now]

Did you do that? To what end?

Written

[hismasterpiece]

Art is an end to itself, or so my daddy taught me. Wicked, nasty daddy.

and then i realize i was on the wrong journal. go me.

[magentarific]

That's got to be the worst greeting I've ever seen and I kicked someone off a building once.

[ Maybe twice. But only once was when they met. ]

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[hismasterpiece]

[This one thinks it was a greeting? That's adorable.]

It thinks we were greeting it. Shame shame shame shame shame shame.

[Voice] | I'm sorry, I caved

[talontrot]

Uh...

[Writing is too difficult for a cartoon bird, so have a very weirded-out, squawky voice, Drusilla.]

Looks more like you made one heck of a dumb, gross mess to me. And what's with all the flowers and junk? It just makes it look even stupider.

Don't quit your day job, guy.

[voice] lol shortest thread ever

[hismasterpiece]

[What Kazooie might get is a high-pitched, whining hiss, but not because of the rude words. Is this a firebird? Is this a powerful phoenix? Angelus would not be pleased, not pleased at all. She slams her journal shut to contemplate her next move.]

[written]

[screwthegods]

Spring in decoration only, yes? The season signifies the beginning of life, yet everything in your picture is dead.

[written]

[hismasterpiece]

The worms live. The beetles crawl, living. It is spring for them, too.