4th Bite // [Spam]

[400yearsofsurvival]

[ Ice cold fury lurked in the laundromat. Trapped in a small ring of dust barely a few paces across. It didn't leave him much room to maneuver. The last time he'd dealt with Stiles, he'd put up the act of being out of control. But not this time. He was the perfect picture of control. Sure, he'd been surprised by the barrier. But he wasn't what Stiles had seen down in Zero.

He spent his time calmly testing the limits of the barrier. Pushing against it, creating those brilliant streaks of blue as the barrier reacted. Crouching down, trying to break the line of dust by any means. But it wouldn't budge.

Anyone who came down to see the truly trapped vampire would find him black-eyed and fanged. Paler than usual. Either standing at the center of the circle, waiting for them. Or idly dragging his claws against the barrier. ]

((ooc: Totally open, but final rights of defeat/removal go to Zane, at the player's request.))

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[400yearsofsurvival]

[ So. Mason didn't know about the dust. Someone threatening to yank out his soul, only now putting it together? Wow. This guy really terrible at this. So he decided to play with that. He shrugged, planting on his hips. ]

Frankly? You're a little dull. I'd rather use my energy on someone a little more....eatable.

[maced_eggs]

Nahh. Nah, it's something else. You haven't moved from that spot since I walked in.

[Mason nears Jerry again, and finally, finally notices the mountain ash]

The fuck's all over the floor?

Oh, you're going to get Anya pissed. She's already yelled at me once for messing up the laundry room.

[400yearsofsurvival]

[ Jerry had met some dense people in his day. But Mason was really pushing his name to the top of the list. ]

We don't want that, do we. Get us a couple of brooms and we'll clean it up, guy.

[ A rather polite request. But coupled with his tone and dark eyes, made it a bit more menacing. ]

[maced_eggs]

What am I, your bloody servant? Get the broom yourself, Jer-ree.

[Mason scowls, backing out through the door]

Bloody vampire..

[400yearsofsurvival]

[ He glanced toward the ceiling. Had Mason figured it out, or was he really that dense, still? ]

I would. If I knew where they were. You'd be doing me a real solid, guy.

[maced_eggs]

Broom closet; bottom floor.

Now fuck off.

[He waves off the vampire, and heads his way out the door]

[400yearsofsurvival]

[ Oh, finding Mason after this was going to be sweet. But pushing it any further would give away that he couldn't do anything. So he shook his head, letting Mason go. ]

See you around, guy.