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Court Ability--Charm: the user can seduce or convince anyone they speak to for long enough; at its most powerful it can also be used to brainwash (Bought on Credit owed.)

-----So I will not have Spike use charm on anyone ICly without OOC permission. Please see my Opt-in/Opt-out Post here for more details.

--Large Wooden Trunk: Bargained for in the marketplace. Big enough for clothes and weapons. Contains dagger, sword, hand-cross bow (and ammo), knife (on him usually), crossbow (and ammo), Bottles of good whiskey and bourbon,

--Items: Gem of Amara (ring), Skyshift pendant, Basic guitar (and case), various throw pillows (enough to go on the bed and make a nest)

--Deaths: 1 (Event #3)



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Comments

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"Spike..." Maurice puts his mug down and dares to reach out and put both hands on either of Spike's shoulders. He gives him the tiniest of shakes. "Spike, I am not smart. You know it! I know it! I punch things! I don't know if I can do this!"

He's fine.

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Spike is still in that relaxed yet passively alert state so Maurice actually can shake him slightly.

"Maurice, do you trust me?" He just asks, just as calm as he has been. He puts his mug down on the counter too and crosses his arms.

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Spike's unshaken calmness in the storm of the fledgling's emotions is what slowly gets him to calm down. At least for the moment. Slowly, he takes his hands off his mentor and opts for running them through his hair.

Did he trust Spike? Well...so far, the other vampire had only wanted good for him. Again and again. It would be stupid and...frankly, unkind to not trust Spike now. He presses his palms into his eyes.

"Yessss...."

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"Then do you think I'd waste my time and effort if I didn't think you could learn?" With a derisive snort at the end. And yes, there's sarcasm. But there's truth too.

"So what's really eating you about all of this? I'm already planning to keep an eye on things."

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Maurice drags his hands down his face and parts his fingers so he can look at Spike.

"The whole control thing really freaks me out...you know? I mean. If I'm gonna do stupid shit, at least it's me doing the stupid shit...and you don't feel watched? All the time? Every damn day? And then someone was talking like--the fairies were gonna use us as broodmares or someshit? My parents have horses, Spike, do you know what a broodmare is?"

He is STILL wound up about that.

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Spike blinks at Maurice and cants his head slightly. "This person going on about the fae, they wouldn't happen to have a User Name where they're the fucking boss, would they?" Because Spike had caught a glimpse of that and just ignored it.

"Look, Maurice. I've a low tolerance for idiots, so don't go turning out to be one now." Again with that base attitude, but no added sarcasm or snark. "I don't feel watched, and even if I did, I don't care. So the bloody fae are voyeurs. So what? They can't be watching all the damn time. But they sure can want you to think they are, as a way to do exactly this. Make you afraid. Control you. It's classic manipulation." Picking up his mug of blood again and taking another drink.

"No one's gonna ghoul you. Rules might be different for vampires where you're from anyways. Again, it's manipulation. Making you jumpy and do stupid shit because you're scared and not thinking." A pause to make sure Maurice was listening still.

"I know what a broodmare is. I'm pretty sure that asshole was speaking based on their own experiences and shit. They don't know what the fae are going to do with us anymore than anyone else. Problem is, we don't know what the fae want with us. But again--it comes back down to fear. You are letting your fear be used to manipulate you. To make you stupid."

Another sip from his mug.

"So if you're going to be stupid, then stop wasting my fucking time."

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Maurice slowly lowers his hands. He picks up his mug again to give them something to do. While he may not look at Spike, he does listen. And he remembers a time when it was his shadow the little flute players kept an eye out for.

He doesn't want to be stupid. He wants so badly to be chill and normal. Well, normal was a lofty goal. He'll go with chill. He wants to be chill. And if being smart...will get him that, then he is going to study.

"I can't promise I won't mess up, but God I'm tryin'."

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"Everybody messes up, kid. I've more than bollocks'd up my share of things. If you survive it, you learn better. That's how you continue to survive." Spike said as calmly as he'd said almost everything so far. "You didn't ask for any of this, and it's not fair. But it's what you have to deal with now. So make the most of it."

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"Yeah..." Maurice is sober in that moment. He internally commits. It was going to be hard as fuck, but if it meant going to sleep and not feeling like something was laying next to him in bed, he'd do it. He might cuss the whole time, but he'll do it.

His nose wrinkles and he lets out a little chuff of a laugh.

"Sorry...just, you said bollocks and that's so fuckin' funny to me."

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"I'm English. What did you expect?" Spike retorted, raising an eyebrow again. "What, you want me to try and sound differently? Maybe more American?" A snort.

"No sir. Not for me. I'm just tryin to get along 'ere the same as anyone." Spike drawled, imitating an American accent. A bit more southern than Riley's, but he was taking inspiration from soldier boy all the same.

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"No, it's fine, it's--"

Now Spike is speaking the language of his people and Maurice can't help it; he starts laughing.

"--I've only heard English people on TV when they were supposed to be bein' fancy, so you're like...I murder people but also I'm so proper."

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"Proper, and I, do not get along." Spike retorted, scowling at the other. He'd been proper before, in his human life. It had gotten him nowhere. He was much more suited to the life he'd built and made for himself. "Least you're not moping yourself into a ball of witless fear anymore."

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Maurice stops laughing. He doesn't take it to heart though. He knows Spike could be a lot meaner if he wanted to be.

He sighs a little and shakes his head. From the outside, he really must look pitiful. Maurice takes another drink and speaks into his mug. "Y'know, I wasn't always such a mess. This aint me."

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Spike could indeed be a lot meaner if he wanted. He was TRYING to be better though, lately. He had his reasons. Besides that he'd somewhat taken on responsibility for Maurice now.

"You wanna spill your life story?" They had time. Spike took another drink from his mug of blood.