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whattingawhat) wrote2008-08-29 09:26 pm
whattingawhat) wrote2008-08-29 09:26 pm
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And how can the world want me to change? [They're the ones that stay the same]
[How do you want to die?]
ooc: I’m going on my own theories with this one. Joss Whedon has never suggested outright that this might be the case. I just think it’s incredibly twisted and likely of Joss. I use the episode Chosen as my only evidence for this theory.
[So locked from Danny and Dawnie and Spike(because he can’t keep a secret to save his life)]
I’m a slayer. How do you think I want to die? Maybe at one time there was this wish to get old, wrinkled and die curled up in bed watching some really horrible day time TV. I still want to get old, mostly because I have people in my life now worth getting old with. People that are going to get old. I don’t want to go out in my sleep though. I want to go down fighting, saving the world. I want my death to matter and to make a difference. Most people probably think by now I’d be ready for some peace and peace is nice but it makes me antsy. I crave something to hit, something to fight and something to win. I also think the whole idea of me dying is superfluous.
The thing is, I don’t think I can die. Not anymore. I think I’m even more immortal than the things I hunt. Several years ago I was impale. A sword went all the way through me. It’s one of the few scars I’ve kept. People live being impale. I know that and that’s not what makes me think I might be immortal. It’s because I got impaled, got pissed off and then I got up and fought anyway. And I was good. Then after the good fighting I ran. I ran as fast as a bus and I jumped, leapt buildings and landed on top of the bus and then I held on for dear life until we made it out of Sunnydale. I did all of this after being impaled. I never went to the hospital or the doctor. I had Giles pour some peroxide in it and wrap an ace bandage around me. I was good.
I think when Willow brought me back that was one of the side effects. Tara said I was different, I’d changed. She said it was a subtle difference, like a bad sunburn. When you think about, how much difference does immortality make on a person’s DNA…really? I look in the mirror and I think I can see changes, ways I’ve aged but then sometimes I think it’s just my imagination. I don’t look any different than I did when I was twenty one. Then again, at what age does someone really start to age? Thirty? Thirty five?
Anyway, it’s a theory and it’s not something I’m going to worry about. At least not for several more years. I’m not going out trying to test it and I’m not going to tell anyone. It’s one of those things I’ll figure out in time. I can’t change it, regardless of whether I know now or later.
ooc: I’m going on my own theories with this one. Joss Whedon has never suggested outright that this might be the case. I just think it’s incredibly twisted and likely of Joss. I use the episode Chosen as my only evidence for this theory.
[So locked from Danny and Dawnie and Spike(because he can’t keep a secret to save his life)]
I’m a slayer. How do you think I want to die? Maybe at one time there was this wish to get old, wrinkled and die curled up in bed watching some really horrible day time TV. I still want to get old, mostly because I have people in my life now worth getting old with. People that are going to get old. I don’t want to go out in my sleep though. I want to go down fighting, saving the world. I want my death to matter and to make a difference. Most people probably think by now I’d be ready for some peace and peace is nice but it makes me antsy. I crave something to hit, something to fight and something to win. I also think the whole idea of me dying is superfluous.
The thing is, I don’t think I can die. Not anymore. I think I’m even more immortal than the things I hunt. Several years ago I was impale. A sword went all the way through me. It’s one of the few scars I’ve kept. People live being impale. I know that and that’s not what makes me think I might be immortal. It’s because I got impaled, got pissed off and then I got up and fought anyway. And I was good. Then after the good fighting I ran. I ran as fast as a bus and I jumped, leapt buildings and landed on top of the bus and then I held on for dear life until we made it out of Sunnydale. I did all of this after being impaled. I never went to the hospital or the doctor. I had Giles pour some peroxide in it and wrap an ace bandage around me. I was good.
I think when Willow brought me back that was one of the side effects. Tara said I was different, I’d changed. She said it was a subtle difference, like a bad sunburn. When you think about, how much difference does immortality make on a person’s DNA…really? I look in the mirror and I think I can see changes, ways I’ve aged but then sometimes I think it’s just my imagination. I don’t look any different than I did when I was twenty one. Then again, at what age does someone really start to age? Thirty? Thirty five?
Anyway, it’s a theory and it’s not something I’m going to worry about. At least not for several more years. I’m not going out trying to test it and I’m not going to tell anyone. It’s one of those things I’ll figure out in time. I can’t change it, regardless of whether I know now or later.