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[idazzlemyself]

*EDWARD IS FLINGING GLITTER AT EVERYONE HE SEES. MUCH LIKE THIS*

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[rude0and0ginger]

*LOOKS IN DISGUST AS GLITTER IS THROWN UPON HIM*

JUST WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?

[idazzlemyself]

DAZZLING YOU. ARENT YOU DAZZLED? *THROWS MORE GLITTER*

[rude0and0ginger]

*SCOWLS*

DO IT AGAIN. I DARE YOU.

[idazzlemyself]

WHY? WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO? SCOWL AT ME IN THE HOPES THAT IT CHAGRINS MY DAZZLE?…

[prays2jagger]

*BASKS IN GLITTERY-NESS, THEN*

WAIT! I'VE GOT THE WRONG OUTFIT ON!

*SNAPS HIS FINGERS AND HE'S MAGICALLY CHANGED INTO HIS MIRRORBALL SUIT*

THAT'S BETTER.

IS THIS A GLITTER PARTY? DID SOMEONE HIT YOU IN THE FACE WITH THE BUCKET OF GLITTER?

[idazzlemyself]

MY SPARKLES ARE NATURAL. TURNS OUT THE SKIN OF A KILLER IS REALLY REALLY SHINY. BUT I'M FEELING GENEROUS SO I THOUGHT I'D SHARE.

[prays2jagger]

SKIN OF A KILLER? DO YOU SHINE THEM TO DEATH? YOU BLIND YOUR VICTIMS WITH GLITTER AND THEN SMOTHER THEM WITH YOUR HAIR?

[idazzlemyself]

NO, I USUALLY JUSY TALK THEM TO DEATH. SERMONS ON MORALITY ARE SURPRISINGLY EFFECTIVE.

[adent_inspace]

*SNEEZES*

[idazzlemyself]

THATS A NEW ONE. PPL TEND TO SWOON OR RUN AWAY OUT OF AWE, BUT NEVER SNEEZE.

[adent_inspace]

I GOT GLITTER UP MY NOSE... I THINK I'M ALLERGIC TO YOUR 'DAZZLE'.

*SNEEZES*

[idazzlemyself]

ALLERGIC? THATS IMPOSSIBLE. YOU JUST NEED MORE. WORK UP A TOLERANCE. *TOSSES MORE AT HIM*

[suitedforcoffee]

[THIS WELSHMAN IS NOT AMUSED]

[idazzlemyself]

DONT WORRY, I'M AMUSED ENOUGH FOR THE BOTH OF US. HE GLITTER LOOKS GOOD WITH YOUR SUIT *FLINGS MORE AT HIM*

[suitedforcoffee]

[RESISTING URGE TO KILL]

NOT. THE SUIT.

[idazzlemyself]

I COULD PUT IT IN YOUR HAIR. IT COULD USE A BIT MORE DAZZLE.

[ripperthegreat]

*LOOKS ALARMED*

THIS MUST BE SOME NEW BREED OF VAMPIRE. I SHOULD PROBABLY LET BUFFY KNOW SO SHE CAN DEAL WITH IT.

ALTHOUGH YOU SEEM RATHER HARMLESS BUT YOU COULD PROBABLY BLIND SOMEONE WITH THE SPARKLES.

[idazzlemyself]

HARMLESS? THIS IS THE SKIN OF A KILLER *POINTS TO ARM* I AM A MONSTER! I LIE AWAY AT NIGHT, THINKING OF THE MILLIONS OF WOMEN WHO ARE NEAR DEATH DUE TO PINING FOR ME AND MY AWESOMENESS. I'M EDWARD FUCKING CULLEN!

WHO'S BUFFY? SHE SOUNDS HOT.

[ripperthegreat]

OH BLOODY HELL NO. YOU'RE STAYING AWAY FROM MY SLAYER.

YOU'RE A SELF-OBSESSED, SPARKLING NANCY-BOY PONCE WHO LOOKS LIKE HE PLAYED IN HIS MUMMY'S POWDER ROOM A BIT TOO OFTEN.

[idazzlemyself]

WELL NOW YOU'RE JUST BEING MEAN. I DON'T HAVE A MOTHER. SHE DIED 4580059 YEARS AGO OF THE CLAP. OR SOMETHING.