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Post by Buffy Anne Summers on Oct 27, 2012 8:58:34 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -She looked in the mirror at the outfit she was wearing. She and Willow had gone around town a few days earlier checking out all the local shops. Had even gotten a recommendation on the bookstore from a blushing Dawn, though Buffy didn't pry about it. She had given up trying to tell her sister what to do. As long as she wasn’t running around with vampires (She knew she sounded like a hypocrite but oh well) or she wasn’t doing something that could get her hurt, she would let her make her own mistakes and make her own decisions.
She checked herself out once more. The jeans she had on were a favorite of hers, distressed, comfortable, and yet still stylish. She had brought them from Rome and actually had two pairs of them back in Rome, they were that comfortable. Her shirt was a brand new one she had picked up right before leaving Rome but hadn’t had a chance to wear it. It was white, with a black sash around it and fluttered sleeves. Her shoes weren’t anything special, a pair of black patent leather, open toed sling backs that she bought a few days prior when she had gone to the mall in Mid Rivers. A stake was tucked in her bag that she would grab before getting out of the car.
Her cross came next. It was the one she had secretly kept with her at all times no matter where she went. She didn’t always wear it, but it was her good luck charm of sorts. There were times she tucked it into her pocket, times she tucked it into her shoe, hell there had been a few times it had been tucked into her tank top. She kept it near her at all times to feel safe. She mourned momentarily for the loss of her beloved claddagh ring. She hadn’t had it long and hadn’t had it near her even longer but every time she looked at her finger she mourned its loss. She had tried several different rings, never having bought another one to replace it, but none of them looked the same. She knew realistically she could buy a new one, hell Scott Hope had tried to give her an almost identical one to signal ‘friendship’…and yet she didn’t.
The one she had been given on her seventeenth birthday meant something…if she would go buy another one to replace it then it wouldn’t mean anything.
She sighed as she walked out of the house, heading towards the cemetery. She knew her outfit wasn’t at all something she should patrol in, especially the shoes, but she was pressed for time and didn’t really have a choice. She had to do a quick patrol being that it was barely sunset and then head out to a faculty meeting at 8:00 that night. She briefly wondered what type of town had faculty meetings at 8 at night but didn’t dwell on it. If anyone understood late night hours it was her.
She stepped into the cemetery at last and noted a fresh grave. She quickly pulled out her cell phone, looking up the obituaries and noting that this particular grave was the final resting place of a teenage girl who had died in a car accident. She said a quick mental prayer for the 14 year old before walking on, weaving throughout the rows and rows of headstones, seemingly lost in thought.
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Post by samwinchester on Oct 28, 2012 4:21:21 GMT -6
 There had to be a better way of doing this... It was years, enough years to count on two hands, and Sam hadn't really given it much thought. Not until he found himself neck deep in a fresh grave. Sam was having a hard time determining which was worse. Fresh graves had the liberty of the dirt being less packed, and the body would be better to look at, but it was dirtier work, and, often times, drier, meaning that the dirt would get in every which place, anatomically speaking. Old graves were a bit on the cleaner side, if digging holes could be clean, but it was a tougher dig and the body was usually not in viewable condition.
At the end of the day, though, Sam supposed that it just didn't matter. The bones were going to be lit ablaze, and there was going to be a shower waiting for him at the motel room. Ah, the motel. Another point of order that Sam should probably bring up to Dean was their living conditions. It wasn't just that they were both dating someone now, and that the ol sock on the doorknob trick was only cute the first ten times or so, but it was that there seemed to be a permanent feel to their existence here. Normally, they would have dealt with some supernatural crisis, and moved onto the next town. But here, they had stayed long enough to make friends, to make lovers. Yeah, they made enemies, too, but whenever had the brothers not be infamous?
Maybe it was time to settle down somewhere, at least semi-permanently. Not stop hunting, of course. Sam didn't know if he was capable of it. But find a place to lay their heads more permanently, a place to hang their hats and shotguns. Sam was also seriously considering getting his own car. With the blossoming of what appeared to be a life less reliant on the other one, Sam often found himself without a vehicle. The Impala was, technically, Dean's car, which meant he had every right to it, which meant Sam was often left without wheels. As for tonight, Dean had a date! There had been some minor disturbances with a local haunt spot that they were going to check out, but they lost track of time, and Dean had to head off. No big deal! It was something simple, really, almost not worth mentioning as far as a spook went. The only thing that would have made it a two man job would have been to keep the other man from dying of boredom.
The shovel found the top of the casket, and Sam knelt down in the grave to brush off the top of the vault. Damn it! If there was one thing that Sam hated more than digging graves, it was trying to get through the burial vaults that people insisted they be buried in. Today, he was lucky. It was a cheap vault. Concrete, probably with a pressure or gravity based sealant. It almost had him calling up Dean for an extra hand, though. Vault tops were heavy, and he was going to be here at least another half hour just getting the damn thing open. Plus, the sound of a hammer on a crowbar was less than unobtrusive. If there was someone in the graveyard, they might miss the sounds of a grave being disinterred. They would definitely hear the chiseling.
No sense griping about it! Thoughts of the future banished by the task at hand, Sam picked his head up from inside the grave, and reached over to his work bag, searching blindly for the chisel and hammer inside. Groping blindly, he heard the tell tale sounds of someone moving through the cemetery behind him. Finding on the hammer as a means of sudden protection, he turned, lowering his body completely back into the grave. Meerkat-ing up in the grave, the top of his head slowly drifted out, up to the bridge of his nose, waiting to see what was going to come around the corner.
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Notes: I thought it was a shame that we had not gotten these two in a scene with each other yet, so... TA DA!
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Post by Buffy Anne Summers on Oct 31, 2012 8:56:03 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - -7:00pm and still no vampires. It was getting quite frustrating for the blonde slayer who had been walking around for the last hour to not have run into one single vampire. She had to leave in 45 minutes in order to get to her faculty meeting to which she didn’t really want to attend. Angel was back at home with Kathy and Connor trying to work things out (or at least that’s what she was assuming since she hadn’t seen him all day, nor had she seen Kathy or Connor), Willow was out with Tara and Xander was who knows where. She and Giles had barely spoken since Jenny had come back since he had learned that Angelus had been released, though she prayed he didn’t know everything.
She had made it around the entire cemetery twice, and was back at the grave of the fourteen year old who died in a car accident. She wasn’t one to think about the people in the cemetery as she knew if she did it would depress her to no end since she spent so much time within it’s confines…however learning that a fourteen year old had died recently struck her for some reason. Maybe it was because she could clearly remember Dawn at that age as it was the same age Dawn was when she died. She remembered her younger sister’s face as she realized that her older sibling was going to die, could remember the scared look on her face when she saw her coming to her rescue.
All of it was burned into Buffy’s mind forever, so maybe that was why the thought of any fourteen year old dying was too much for her…though she honestly had no idea, it was all speculation at its best for this particular question.
Realizing that she was getting lost in her thoughts (something that had become increasingly more common these days) she quickly put her head back into the game so to speak and got back to what she was doing, which was simply walking around the cemetery and looking for something to beat up. She would even settle for a good old fashion mugging at this point just so she felt that she had done something other than exercise in a graveyard. Unfortunately the night was still as far as she could tell and none of her supernatural senses were tingling so to speak so she had a feeling she was out of luck.
Right as she was getting ready to call it a night she heard the unmistakable sounds of construction (at least that’s what she thought it was) coming from within the cemetery. Walking quickly but silently over to where the sound was coming from she was surprised to see what looked like a man digging up a grave. Putting her hands on her hips she cleared her throat, her eyes tilting up as the man turning to face her. She knew his face, though it wasn’t one she had found memories of.
“I heard you had your soul back…yet this doesn’t seem like something a good person would do…you know the whole digging into a grave thing? Want to tell me what the hell you’re doing?”
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Tag:: SamWinchester, Open
Outfit:: Click for Buffy’s outfit
Note:: Buffy and Sam met in a thread a long while ago back when Buffy killed Kennedy. Sam didn’t have his soul. If you’d like the link to sort of catch up on that (not that much happened between Buffy and Sam) let me know and I’ll send it to you. 
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Post by samwinchester on Nov 6, 2012 17:19:30 GMT -6
For a moment, Sam was certain that he had been hearing things. Cemeteries at night did that kind of thing. They played tricks on you. They made you hear things that you were not certain that you heard, especially when you were alone... especially when you were a crack case, like Sam had become. The visions were getting... well, they weren't exactly getting worse. More like they maintained a status quo. And to call them visions was a bit of a misnomer, too. Dean was certain they were hallucinations, and Sam wanted to believe his older brother, with every fiber that a little boy wanted to believe in Santa Claus. They were just so... real. Well, they felt real.
And real was relative... right? Just once, Sam wished that someone could come back from the grave without there being some sort of bylaw to go with it. "You're back, but now you don't have a soul," or "You're back but now your brother goes to Hell," or "You're back but now you have an angel sidekick." The best that they could do was solider on. Do the job. Keep the world safe. On to the next one. No neverminds.
He was doing his best to put on a happy face. He had Katherine in his life now, and a woman that stuck around longer than just a few days was something that Sam had not had for a long time. The stability was nice, even if it was really the only stability that he had. The rest of his world was crumbling around his feet. Not only were the "visions" keeping him up at night, but Ruby was back in town, and Sam would not sleep easy knowing that she was around. She was just crazy enough to do anything, and he didn't want to see anyone hurt because of the things he did years ago. It was never fair dragging other people into his problems... He just didn't want to see anyone get hurt.
So just when Sam was certain that what he had heard was just another audio illusion, a familiar face came around the corner... and she didn't look to happy to see him. Honestly, her face was only memorable through a fog, many of his memories from his time without a soul muddled. He hadn't even remembered running into Ruby once before until Dean and Beckie reminded him of it, so he was not surprised that a one time meeting was something pretty obscure, too. He did remember that he did not make the best of impressions...
As she spoke to him, he looked like the proverbial kid with his hand caught in the cookie jar. He was busted, and, for all intensive purposes, it did look pretty bad. But if he remembered right, she knew about the paranormal. Maybe she would at least get it? His eyebrows traveled north, almost disappearing into his long mop of hair, covered itself with the loose dirt of the grave. "Grounds keeping?" he tried saying, his voice going way, way up in inflection. It wasn't the truth, but he wasn't trying to lie, he was trying to joke... though grave desecration was probably nothing to really joke about...
Still not getting out of the hole, now that he had a firm foothold on top of the grave vault, he let the joking tone slide away and just looked up at her, wide eyed and honest. "Would you believe that I was trying to take care of a pesky poltergeist?"
Tag: Buffy, OPEN Count: 605
Notes: I took a quick read through the scene... Some pretty intense stuff!
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Post by Buffy Anne Summers on Nov 10, 2012 15:37:14 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - -She waited for an answer, not at all patiently might she add. She hadn’t ever gotten that warm and fuzzy feeling when it came to Dean Winchester’s younger brother and this was not earning him any brownie points as far as she was concerned. She knew according to Dean that his ex girlfriend who had come back as an angel had given her grace (not that she had any idea what the hell that meant but she had nodded along when Dean told her this) in order to help retrieve the man’s soul. However with that beings said watching him dig up a grave made her think that he was either not as good of a guy as everyone said he was or he was a really good actor.
She wasn’t sure which side she was leaning towards.
Their first meeting was seared into her brain forever, though it wasn’t because she met the Winchester brothers, it was because it was the night that her sister had been kidnapped and it was the night that she had taken a human life. However that didn’t mean that other things weren’t implanted into her memory from that night also. She could remember meeting Sam and Dean as they pretended to be police officers who she called about her missing sister. How AJ had come in decked out in every one of their weapons from their car. How Dean and Sam had tried to take them on and yet she and AJ had them both pinned up against the wall.
If it wouldn’t have been such a dire night the whole situation would have been hilarious, though as it was she didn’t remember it with any sort of fondness. Since then she had run into Dean a handful of times and enjoyed his company, but this was the first time she had seen Sam since that night, though she had listened as his older brother had given her the scoop so to speak about him. “Gounds keeping eh?” She asked with a tilt of her blonde eyebrow. “Try again.” She stated.
She waited another moment before nodding simply. “A poltergeist. Never had the fun of killing one, though I hear from your brother that you’ve done it quite a bit. Isn’t it still a bit invasive to burn someone’s bones like that?” She asked, curious as to what he would say. Leaning up against the person’s headstone, she waited for an answer, curious about the youngest Winchester brother. Even though she and Dean had become fairly good friends they hadn’t discussed his brother much, something telling the slayer that he wasn’t comfortable with answering questions about his family.
She briefly considered text messaging Dean and letting him know where Sam was but discarded the idea for the moment. She was used to taking care of her little sister, but Sam and Dean were older than she was so she doubted Dean needed to take care of Sam like she did Dawn. That didn’t mean she wouldn’t let him know later, but for the moment she’d wait.
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Note:: Sorry this is shorter. Being sick is for the birds.
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Post by samwinchester on Nov 12, 2012 20:25:17 GMT -6
Sam let his nerves uncoil, now feeling that he really wasn't in any sort of danger. Dean didn't talk about it at great length, though he was unsure as to why, about the times that he had met up with Buffy after that one night when things just went wrong... At least, he thought that things went wrong. It was the feeling that he got, even if his memories were unreliable about the whole thing. The feeling that he always got was the Dean respected her, which was saying something. She was a woman who was capable and knew what she was doing.
Her treating him like this was just another paramount example of how bad things got when he was soulless. Yeah, he didn't have his conscience to guide him, but apparently, without that little voice telling him what was right and what was wrong, Sam was a downright evil bastard. Pinocchio without a Jiminy. If Buffy's reaction to him alone was enough to judge how he had been, then it was certainly the least he could do to try to make amends. He just didn't know how...
"Isn't it a bit invasive sticking around after death and throwing punch bowl at little old ladies?" Sam said in response to Buffy's question. He meant it as a joke, though he realized that it was a little irreverent. These were people's graves that him and Dean (and the generations of hunters before them) had spent lifetimes digging up. Sure, it was against the law, but the law did not accommodate for spooks and specters terrorizing households and running up electricity bills. Burials were for the dead, not for the living, and it was the living that they had to worry about. Sam was also pretty sure that is Great Aunt Tilly had it her way, she would not want to stick around to upset her five year old nephew. Some ghosts were just people who were stuck...
He placed his hands on the outside of the hole, realizing that it was going to take a lot for him to get through that vault, but it was rude to just keep talking while sitting in a pit. He cracked his next, and looked down at Buffy, realizing now just how short she was next to him. It took him aback for a moment, but he was soon able to start talking again. "Besides, this is the only way we know how to do it. We don't have super powers, so we gotta work with what we have." He found himself shrugging again, finally speaking out loud the words that he had been using to justify them desecrating tombs. It was better than the alternative... right?
He smiled at her, hoping that she would understand. He really didn't want there to be any bad blood between the two of them. Not with how awesome Dean made her out to be. So, he tried for an olive branch. "Look, Buffy... I don't remember much about the night that we met, but I remember it got pretty bad... I got pretty bad. But that isn't me. That's me without a soul, and I think you might agree with me when I say he's an asshole. I'd like to think the me with a soul is an OK guy to be around. So, do you think we can just call a do over?"
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Notes: I am worried more about your health than about word count. GET BETTER!
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Post by Buffy Anne Summers on Nov 19, 2012 15:03:32 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - -Realistically she knew she shouldn’t laugh, but when he made the comment about throwing punch bowls at little old ladies she couldn’t help it. She tried to hold it in but a snort let loose and this of course embarrassed her which led to her covering her mouth with her hand and snickering a bit, more in embarrassment than in amusement of the statement. She knew she should keep up the tough girl façade but still, that mental image was to funny not to made some sort of noise or acknowledgement about. “This is true, still doesn’t mean it’s okay to go around digging up other people’s graves.” She stated, though the smile hadn’t left her face.
She thought about what he said for a moment before sighing and relaxing her stance. Even though she didn’t quite enjoy the dig about super powers she did have to agree that he was right. Hunters such as them had done this for hundreds of years and would continue to do so for as long as there were still hunters around. She wished there was another way but then again she also wished there was a way to ensoul every vampire who was ever turned. Clearly there were no ways to do either so she simply had to grin and bear it…something that she wasn’t used to doing. She usually got what she wanted but unfortunately again there were no other ways around it.
“At least you are the one digging up the graves and not me.” She stated, hoping to at least sound a little bit less bitchy. This simply reminded her of a time back in Sunnydale when she had sat with Willow against a tree and the two of them watching Xander and Giles dig up a grave. “As I’ve said before. I'm an old-fashioned gal. I was raised to believe that men dig up the corpses and the women have the babies.” She stated before laughing again, not even looking up as she waved off the confused look she was sure graced Sam’s handsome features. “Never mind…inside joke.” She stated with a roll of her hazel eyes.
If she was surprised to hear him apologize she didn't let it show on her face...though that didn't mean that she wasn't surprised. She understood probably better than most what it meant to have no soul...not because of personal experience but because of second hand experience between Angel and Angelus. She understood that some things weren't as clear as others. She also knew in her heart that if she didn't blame Angel for Angelus' actions, how could she blame Sam for his soulless self's actions?
Bottom line was that she couldn’t.
"It's okay. I know more than most what it means to not have a soul. I am a vampire slayer remember?" She asked before taking a deep breath and marching over to him, offering her hand. "How about we start over. I'm Buffy Summers..." She told him, looking him directly in the eye so he could see that she was genuinely interested in getting to know him as the person that he truly was and not the person that she had met those few months ago.
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Tag:: SamWinchester, Open
Outfit:: Click for Buffy’s outfit
Note:: Thanks darling! I am feeling much much better! Antibiotics + Cough Medicine with Codeine + Over the counter Cold Medicine + Cough Drops = Feeling better Brittany!
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Post by samwinchester on Nov 23, 2012 16:48:07 GMT -6
He hadn't quite expected her to make any sort of sound when it came to his remark about the punch bowl, but was relieved to hear the laugh/snort/snicker. Winchester humor saving the day, once again! It had a habit of defusing situations... or making them worse, depending on the day of the week and flavor of the night. Looked like it was the prior tonight, which was fine by Sam. Her comment about graves and babies was one that he didn't get, and she even admitted that it was a bit of an inside joke, but it brought up images of colonial farmsteads filled with pregnant women and men digging ditches. When she laughed, he laughed, not necessarily because he got the joke, but because he could almost feel the pressure of the moment relieve itself into the air, and dissipate.
Sam would have to say that he was genuinely surprised to hear Buffy accept his request to start over. He genuinely believed that some of the things he did (at least, the more horrible things that he remembered) were things that were past forgiveness. All the same, he had found that good people were often forgiving people... Not to say that good people didn't hold grudges! Or that bad people could not forgive! Or even that he expected people to just accept what he did as something beyond his control. There were times when could feel the tendrils of Hell drifting around him, ready to pull him back under the moment that he breathed his last. They were the things hiding in the shadows, watching him even now-
Don't. Don't do it. He could almost hear Dean's voice speaking to him from the back of his head. Jo's voice was right behind it, with a sisterly Real or not, we've got this... The third voice that drowned out his approaching insanity was Kat's, with a simple Go get 'em, tiger that he could just hear the smile through. The "tiger" part may have been something he added, but it was all right. If this is how he needed to cope with his episodes, then this is just how it was going to have to be. Sam wondered, passing, if he was just replacing one insanity with another, but to dwell on that would be to take time away from the nice, normal conversation that he was already having.
Sam looked down at Buffy, no in the sense that he thought little of her, but more in the way that he looked down at everyone, on account of his height, and grinned. Yeah... I can do this. He took her hand in his and shook it, a firm shake, knowing that she could probably handle him throwing her at his own full strength. "It's nice to meet you, Buffy Summers. My name is Sam Winchester." The entire language of the event was extremely cordial and polite, almost ridiculously so, which just added to the sincerity of their wishes to get along with each other. It was nice, like something out of a movie, when two old rivals decide to let bygones be bygones. Sam could even feel a weight lift off his shoulders.
He took his shovel and stuck the spade end into the ground about a half inch, giving him a firm place to rest of elbow and crook it. It looked like something out of American Gothic, the southern boy reading him a little strongly, covered with dirt and soil, leading on a shovel as kind as you please. "Now, what, might I ask, would a sharp, old fashioned gal such as yourself be doing out here, this late, in a bone yard?"
Tag: Buffy, OPEN Count: 635
Notes: I am really glad to hear that! The plague seems to have infested this house now, all on the back end of my surgery. Everyone who has stepped through our door has gotten sick, even people who don't live here! BTW, I figured maybe we could have another post or two of them talking, and then we can poke the Chaos Account and see what we get? *grin*
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Post by NON-PLAYABLE CHARACTER ACCOUNT on Nov 24, 2012 17:11:55 GMT -6
 Lights flashed in front of the reptilian demon. Keen eyesight was something that this particular species was known for, as well as feeding every two hours like clockwork. Unfortunately this meant that it had been almost two hours since this particular demon had eaten and he was hungry. Avoiding the lights in front of him as best as he could the demon headed towards the darkness above, which happened to be the Richmond Cemetery. This was a good thing for him since there was guaranteed to be plenty of food, but bad for anyone else if they were in the general vicinity.
The polgara demon was not bothered with secrecy or keeping a low profile, he was interested in food, that was all, plain and simple.
His eyes picked up two humans in the distance, from about 200 yards away. Polgara demons were very protective of their domain so to speak so it wasted no time in charging at them, attacking the young blonde with a swift kick, sending her barreling into a tree. Maybe this wouldn’t be so difficult.
The demon turned to the man near the grave, it’s skewer shooting out from right underneath it’s hand. Swiping at him he didn’t notice until it was too late that the young blonde had stood up and thrown him across the cemetery until he was already in the air. Standing up swiftly he ran at the young woman again, guaranteed to take no prisoners. He had one thought on his mind.
Food.
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Post by Buffy Anne Summers on Nov 25, 2012 18:20:29 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - -She could tell that he relaxed when she had her slight giggle fest. It tended to happen to everyone as she wasn’t one to laugh at every little thing. Sure she had a decent sense of humor however she was usually fairly serious. In her line of work she had to take things seriously or else she would have ended up dead a long time ago. Her sense of humor usually bordered on sarcasm or random one liners, though she tried to save those for when she was out patrolling and desperately trying to stay awake. So naïve she used to be, thinking that once she left school she’d be free from getting up at the crack of dawn after patrolling all night.
Shaking his hand she let it go after a few seconds and laughed again. “Okay I think that’s honestly the most formal I’ve ever been with a person. I really should get my button that says ‘I’m a slayer ask me how’” She rambled on before realizing that’s exactly what she was doing and shutting her mouth with an audible snap. “Sorry, I tend to ramble when I have nothing else to say.” She stated honestly. She wasn’t sure why but Sam wasn’t as easy to talk to as Dean was. Granted that could be because even though they were starting over she still remembered him from before he had his soul back but either way.
The blonde covered her mouth in order to stifle a yawn though she didn’t have time to say anything before she was quite literally thrown into a damn tree. Standing up she groaned when she realized that it was a demon. This particular demon she was sure that she had seen before, or at least this species of demon, however she had never been the brains or the research of the group. She simply let Giles and Willow tell her how to kill it and that’s what she did. So her not knowing exactly what kind of demon this was didn’t really surprise her any.
She stood up quickly and ran back over to where the demon was taking a swipe at Sam. She wasn’t sure if she had gotten there in enough time to stop him from hurting Sam but she did as best as she could and kicked him out of the way, noting the skewers on his hands. Yep, she had definitely seen him before, but for the moment it didn’t matter where as long as she defeated him. She noted the demon coming back at her and she quickly crouched into a defensive position in order to defend herself.
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Tag:: Sam Winchester, Open
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Note:: I had absolutely nothing to do with Buffy in this thread hence me adding the chaos account early. Hope you don’t mind.
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Post by samwinchester on Nov 26, 2012 20:20:37 GMT -6
Sam really had not expect anything that he said to come out so formal. If anything, the "nice to meet you's" were more a mock on formality than anything else, a blatant stab in the direction of formality just to accent how laid back he was trying to be about the whole thing. For some reason, though, there was still this level of heaviness about them, about Buffy that suggested that while she was relaxed, she was still not being... well... open. Sam tried to contain his disappointment about the whole thing, thinking that maybe he hadn't handle the situation just right. Dean had spoken so well about her, and Sam hadn't wanted to make a good second first impression.
Still, he could tell that there was still something between the two of them... His only guess was that it had everything to do with how he had been the only other time that they had met. Sometimes, Sam really felt like he was paying for the mistakes that someone else had made, some other guy who was wearing his face and doing these things, claiming to be him, when really it was some other person. Except this was worse than a skinwalker or a demonic possession. This had been him. Soulless or not, it meant he had been capable of doing it... And this was just a prime example of how he would be paying for that darkness in him for a long time...
It seemed like his last comment, an attempt as loosening the mood, was one that was going to remain lingering in the air. There was something to be said about the nastier creatures that went bump in the night... they sure knew how to make an entrance. And, they let you know that they were there to kill you, even if the reason was different. This was not a case of some human possessed person, or even the human energies that came with hauntings. This was a monster, by the Universal Studios definition. This guy looked evil, he looked serious, and he had already taken the first attack.
The skewer on the end of his arm looked like something that he did not want to end up on the business side of. The first swipe he was able to dodge, but it was on pure luck alone. Now the adrenaline was there, he could hear it pounding in his ears. Still, it was too quick, and he was too slow, recovering from his own life saving (barely) maneuver to stop it from going after Buffy. Before he knew it, she was flying through the air with the greatest of SMACK! Right into a nearby tree. Sam's natural instinct was to make his way around the creature while its attention was on the Slayer, his mind already assuming that she would be more injured than she was. Had that hit happened to a normal girl, Sam would be looking for a concussion, laceration, and maybe even worse...
He had to remind himself, she was a Slayer. This kind of thing was child's play to her. So, instead, he halted his motion and redirected his path towards the creature. He considered going for the shotgun, buried under his digging equipment in his duffel bag, safe out of sight from prying eyes, but the disadvantage of that was that it was not on hand, and now, after trying to make his way towards Buffy, too far away. But he had this amazing shovel...
Leveling his "weapon" at the creature, he took a ready stance, purposefully putting himself between Buffy and the demon. Yeah, sure, she could handle herself, he had no doubt, but that didn't mean that she didn't deserve a minute to recover, or even, to take advantage of the distraction that Sam was making himself. "Hey!" Sam called out, taking the head of the shovel, and knocking it against a gravestone, not in order to destroy the marker, but to make a large enough noise to make himself seem like a bigger target than he was. "Think you're a big guy! Wailing on girls like that? Shame on you!" Really, it was a lot of posturing, but he kept the shovel leveled, like a monk's spade.
And it was a good thing, too. The demon took another swipe at him, and this time he was not acting on pure instinct. He managed to use the shovel to redirect the blow, and sent it glancing away. Too bad it was not harmlessly. The skewer managed to land a blow, however a graze, on his left forearm, exposed from his rolled up sleeves. It stung, but he held strong, gritting teeth against the pain. "Any idea what this thing is?" he asked outloud. "And please don't tell me it's something with poisonous barbs..."
Tag: Buffy, OPEN Count: 818
Notes: Had a lot of fun writing this one, actually... no clue why! ^_^
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Post by NON-PLAYABLE CHARACTER ACCOUNT on Nov 27, 2012 22:27:52 GMT -6
A noise hit its senses before he could get to the girl again and he turned around, seeing the man banging something against the stone. The beast was easily distracted and left the girl alone without a moment’s hesitation, going after the one making the noise. He noted with his keen eyesight that the man was larger than the girl and had something in his hand, though his brain didn’t pick up on what it was. In the beasts mind he was at the top of the food chain so the man defending himself would matter very little to him.
Swiping its arm out he felt the skewer graze the man’s arm. It wasn’t what he had intended, having intended on using it to kill his prey, however at least he made contact. Unfortunately before he could go any further he heard the girl’s voice and turned his attention back to her just in time to see her throw him across the cemetery again. He heard her say something but couldn’t decipher it. The demon didn’t speak the same language that humans did so he didn’t decipher what the humans meant. He could probably deduce it but he was focused on other things.
Such as finding food…and destroying those that got in his way.
Standing up he quickly made his way to the girl, swiping at her and this time impaling her in the arm before retracting its skewer. This seemed to anger the girl though for some reason she made her way around him to stand by the man. It seemed as if they were teaming up against him. He didn’t care about them, he wanted food!
Note:: Feel free to kill him in your next post Jax.
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Post by Buffy Anne Summers on Nov 28, 2012 15:07:54 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - - She groaned when she realized that since Sam had made himself known the demon was going after him. She wished that he would have let her take care of it. Not that she didn’t appreciate the sentiment but she knew that while him and his brother knew a lot about demons, vampires, ghouls, and whatever else went bump in the night, they didn’t have super strength nor did they have enhanced healing abilities. She and Dean had spent a lot of time learning about one another and she had been extremely impressed what they could do with their mortal bodies without any powers backing them up.
Granted she probably shouldn’t have been as impressed as she was since technically Xander and Willow were the same way. Sure Willow had magic on her side but she was still just as strong as a regular human girl. Xander was fully human, no super strength, powers, or super healing abilities to back him up, and yet she had seen him take down vampires and demons before relatively easily. She had seen the girls who were only potential slayers but still with no added strength, agility, or healing abilities. So why it impressed her about Sam and Dean she wasn’t sure, but it had.
She tried to call out to get the demon's attention but she couldn't since the demon had already gotten to him and swiped at him. As she made her way towards him she noted the blood that flowed down his arm and internally winced, knowing that it had to hurt. She heard Sam's question about what it was and tried to think. She knew this demon, had seen one of it's kind before. Almost as if her memory had been brought up from sheer force of will she knew where she had seen it. Adam.
This was a polgara demon…the same demon that she and the Initiative had been sent out to bring back alive when she had actually trusted…or at least semi trusted…the Initiative. This was right before Maggie Walsh tried to kill her, to lie to Riley and tell him that she had gone after two demons even though Maggie had begged her not to. This was right before Maggie was killed by her own Frankenstein creation.
Realizing that she hadn’t answered Sam’s question she quickly made her way towards them (not having realized how far she had been thrown) and called out while running “It’s not poisonous, don’t worry.” She stated. “It just hurts like hell. There shouldn’t be any venom or anything.” Apparently her voice attracted the demon and made it come after her and unfortunately she got the sharp end of his skewer as well so to speak. She didn’t try to fight it this time, simply ran around it and got to Sam’s side, at least knowing that she could make sure they were both protected a whole lot easier if they were on the same side of things. “Got a knife or anything? Easiest way to kill it is to behead it.” She stated, her eyes on the demon who was coming towards them again.
Word Count:: 551
Tag:: Sam Winchester, Open
Outfit:: Click for Buffy’s outfit
Note:: I usually like to match my posts but between Chaos and Buffy it about equaled out. Lol.
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Post by samwinchester on Dec 4, 2012 20:51:31 GMT -6
Reassured that he was not about to collapse from some sort of neurotoxin that wanted to see him seizing on the ground, Sam let his heart rate escalate to its more battle-ready pace, as opposed to the "oh God, am I going to die?" pace it had been at before. He gathered that whatever this critter was it was not something that was very smart, otherwise it would have known it was out-manned, and stopped its "running through the cemetery snarling" strategy.
Kill kill kill, eat eat eat. Got it.
Buffy gave him the run down on what this thing was, or, at the very least, how to kill it. She had seen something like it before. No poison. Best to behead. He liked those kinds... simple and short, and while the creature might be humanoid (or at least bipedal) there was something relieving about beating back evil that was not wearing a human face. Granted, it was a bitty-evil, but evil all the same!
At the mention of the means of destruction, Sam gave a quirky grin. "Do I have a knife?" she asks... Hunters were kind of good with improvised weapons, and Sam was not exception. This was not the first time that he had been jumped in a cemetery without the use of conventional weapons, and Sam found himself on familiar territory. In his hands, the shovel that he wielded was not just a tool for digging ditches. It was a goddam polearm!
It meant that he would have to wait until the creature was no longer focused on him. Sam was strong and fast, but it was only human strong and fast. If he had any hope of maneuvering this thing, they he was going to have to get the jump in it. Luckily, it forgot to take its Ritalin this morning, and its demonic A.D.D. was in full flavor. Its attention jumped from abusing Sam and leapt right back on going after Buffy. Must be all the noise they were making...
Sam kept his presence scarce, and moved quickly but carefully into the demon's blind spot. Now Sam was only guessing that this thing even had a blind spot, but he guessed that he supposed right, since it definately did not see him coming. While it took a swing at Buffy, he took a swing at it with the broad part of the shovel, using the creature's vigorous body balance against it. It gun-ho attitude earned it a shovel to the broad part of its back... Not a direct shot to the head, but the place where the shoulder, neck, spine, and head all met in the middle. It was not a killing blow, but it was a blow that knocked it off its feet... exactly what Sam was going for.
Thrown onto its back, it was prone just long enough for Sam to turn the shovel around and sliced the thin blade of it into the neck of the creature on the ground. There was resistance, so Sam made sure to use his height and give some leverage against the press of the shovel, and he did not stop pressing until he felt the ground rise up to meet him, severing the head off, if not cleanly, at least completely.
He breathed deeply, willing his respiration to reach a more manageable level. "That's what you get for interrupting," he said to the corpse, knowing (or rather, hoping) that it couldn't hear him in death, but just needing to get the quip in. He admonished it with a wag of him finger usually reserved for chastising children. "Manners."
Tag: Buffy, OPEN Count: 617
Notes: Another one bites the dust!
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Post by Buffy Anne Summers on Dec 8, 2012 9:05:10 GMT -6
- - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - -She was glad that Sam seemed prepared as she hadn’t been. She mentally kicked herself, not for the first time recently, for seemingly not remembering that there were other things out there than vampires. She had gotten used to Richmond and before that Rome where there were very few other things out there other than vampires…which unfortunately wasn’t a good thing since it seemed that demons had started to realize that she was here…meaning they were coming there in droves. She made a mental note to prepare her girls better than she had been…especially with the education process. She had never been one to study but she knew that not all of the potentials would have best friends and watchers who knew quite as much as hers had.
Sam killed the demon quicker than she had anticipated, however that wasn’t what concerned her. She was concerned as to why exactly a Polgara demon was in Richmond Virginia in the first place. It wasn’t the kind of climate that it preferred from what she remembered from Giles as well as Professor Walsh. She knew that this could mean very bad things, though not in the way most would think. It wasn’t because Polgara demons were crazy hard to kill or anything, but it could mean that more were on their way…something she really didn’t want to think about.
She knew that she needed to talk to Giles and that meant leaving to which she really didn’t want to do since she and Sam had just cleared the air. Unfortunately she had a duty to her friends and family, one that she couldn’t ignore. “Hey, I need to talk to my watcher and figure out what exactly is going on.” She told him. “If you and Dean want to meet up at my place tomorrow I can hopfully fill you in on exactly why a demon who prefers warmer weather is in Richmond in December.” She stated with a roll of her hazel eyes. “My watcher is pretty much one of those guys who knows everything so hopefully he’ll be able to figure it out. If not Willow will.”
Picking up her stake which she didn’t even remember dropping she slid it into her pocket and made one final parting comment. “Also tell your brother he needs to call me later. I’m mad at him and he needs to apologize.” She told him with a wink. “I’m really not, but it’ll drive him nuts since he won’t know why I’m mad.” She laughed before waving and heading out. Knowing that she wasn’t going to have any more fun for awhile. Not once Giles knew that demons were headed to Richmond.
Word Count:: 477
Tag:: Sam Winchester, Open
Outfit:: Click for Buffy’s outfit
Note:: I figured this would be a good place to stop since they cleared the air and Sammy got to kill a demon. Also I figured the next thread we do could be after Buffy is brought back and we can drag Dean into it. let me know if you want to post once more or if your cool with me ending it. <3
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