First Stanza - [Video] (both courts)

[deadpoet]

[The locket opens up to showing him in a bar. It's a well run place that seems fairly busy. Spike can be heard over the conversations in the background, but only just. Behind him is a pig-faced bartender who is probably less than pleased by a locket conversation in his bar, but hasn't gone to the trouble of turning it off. Spike hasn't been causing much trouble in Daonna since he arrived weeks ago to start living medieval style. He patrolled with the Slayer and though beasties weren't always common, there was no shortage of crime. It was work that didn't always pay well, but they'd collected one bounty that was keeping them fed and a roof over their head at the Sweet Sow.

And when he was peckish... well, the town was full of people that would never be missed, so long as they were never found. Spike was glad to be back on human blood again.]

This boon business is a big load of bollocks and I can't be the only one who thinks it. Collecting feathers for the king and queen? Here we are, shards rammed into our chests, and this is the best use they have for us? Bugger that and bugger them as well. Bootlicking might suit others, but it's never been the life for me, no matter what Crackerjack prizes they're offering.

So what I want to know is where we can get our goods without kissing their royal asses? There's got to be some witch or demon or the like handing out discount boons for a fee. Anything will do: it's got to be better than the cheap shite they threw at me last time. [A pouch of tobacco! For dealing with shadow beasties! Is it any wonder he didn't bother bending down to pick any feathers up?]

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[deadpoet]

"We can start asking about. Someone in this bloody medieval funland has got to know a way to be rid of the buggers."

He accepted being a guinea pig. By doing this, they could be free of the warring court's influences and free to pursue their own interests.

[herotypical]

Buffy levelled Spike with a look. On the one hand, she had to feel a certain amount of gratitude to him. He was opening himself up to god-knew-what by accepting this hypothetical long-term risk. And on the other? Well, she'd practically agreed to go look for back-alley shard-organ harvesters with him. Hardly a laudable or noble pursuit.

Her expression remained sour for that reason alone.

"Oh, someone knows. And I don't doubt they know it for a fee."

[deadpoet]

"So you're saying stick it out for the fundraiser first."

It would mean staying in this deadbeat town a while longer yet. He was unhappy about that, but it was what it was. He didn't dislike the town near as much as Buffy did. if she wasn't around, he might have already gone native by now.

[herotypical]

"I'm saying we better have the coin when we go chasing this pipe dream, 'cause otherwise we don't know what kind of price we'll be asked to pay. We've already had our fighting futures auctioned away to the creepiest bidder. Who knows what else they can take from us."

A morose concept.

[deadpoet]

"There's other ways to raise the money," he remarked coolly as he tried to make a suggestion that he'd made once more before. "Instead of getting paid by farmers, we'll find some nice fat and bloated earl and help lighten his pockets."

[herotypical]

"Do I look like a burglar to you?"

[deadpoet]

Spike grinned. "That's the idea."

[herotypical]

Buffy rolled her eyes. Her lower lip jutted. Indeed, if she didn't have the power and force of will to back it up? She'd almost look like she was more in line for a tantrum than a serious moral objection.

"If I wanted to get involved with shady thieving deals, I'd go back to talking with the pirate guy at the Station. He wanted to sign me up."

Is that a thin note of pride? Barely. Almost. Things were pretty pathetic.

[deadpoet]

"Oh right, I remember him. You think he's still hiring? Could be money in it." Spike felt particularly shameless about this pursuit of cash. Demon hunting didn't seem to pay well, but piracy could prove lucrative.

[herotypical]

"Did you see his hair? If there was money in it, he wouldn't look so...homeless. Charming-ish. But still oh so very homeless.

His ship floats."

Which probably meant he was less homeless than the two of them because. Hey. Ship. But details.

[deadpoet]

"Wouldn't be much of a ship if it didn't, would it?"

[herotypical]

"Huh?"

A beat. A moment. A flutter of her eyes and -- oh, of freaking course. Buffy groaned, slapping her palm lightly on the counter.

"Yes. No. Sorta. It floats in the air. We're talking full on blimp-ship, minus the blimp part."

[deadpoet]

"... what, you mean like some sort of Captain Hook deal?"

He couldn't believe that he'd somehow missed that.

[herotypical]

"He has both his hands. I checked."