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Re: Powerless (Finale: Season 2) « Reply #15 on Nov 6, 2009, 11:48pm »
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Apollo followed the elder hunter in through the main entrance of the hotel. Upon entry the explosion of a fight tears throughout the lobby. His eyes widen at the abruptness of the battle, as it heats up between two women -- or rather, make that four? He doesn’t have much time to look around and take in all of the elements as they converge together. A man sat on the couch, the same dark-skinned man who had prompted his need to come to the hotel in the first place; the one possessed by a demon. A dark-haired woman slams another brunette against the wall. She recovered quickly, swiping a nasty-looking weapon off the ground, and uses her wrist to backhand another. It was all happing too fast, more than his mind is able to comprehend.
“What in the world is going on?” It seemed everyone shifted into massive overload. A war he never knew existed taking place inside of this ancient building. A toss of his head sends the sheen of sun-kissed shoulder-length hair in a circular potion, as his eyes to meet that of his twin sister’s. This was not what he had planned tonight, getting involved in a massive bitch slapping party. He wanted to get the damn Colt and send one of the bullets cracking through the younger Winchester brother’s skull. That sounded much more entertaining. Bobby stood just as confused and bewildered as the rest of them.
A hand came to rest on Artemis’ shoulder. “I don’t know about this, Artz,” Apollo whispered, leaning in close. “Is this really our battle?” They had other things to do, priorities to be taken care of, before meddling in an opposing battle where he had no clear suspicion of which side is good or evil. “We’re in over our heads on this one. I’m not stickin’ around for a bitch fest. Let’s go.”
A swift step forward placed him beside Bobby Singer. “I understand you might get your kicks off this, old man,” dark eyes narrowed. “We should get goin’, if we’re ever goin’ to find your boy.” Polly turned and strode gallantly through the exit, to pass over the threshold.
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Re: Powerless (Finale: Season 2) « Reply #16 on Nov 7, 2009, 1:00am »
[justify]The ride to the hotel didn't seem long enough. The time alone with Gabriel hadn't been long enough yet. They were going to that hotel, full of people, strangers.. social behavior that she knew nothing about anymore if it didn't involve matters of the heart, such as Gabriel. They were going there however, for their own reasons. Not to find comfort in the hotel, or make friends.. but to stop their daughter. Their daughter, who was apparently a bit of a monster. Their daughter, who had on more then one occasion, treated her as nothing more then a prisoner.
Gabriel had told her the stories.. the long, long story of the things that had been done.. the slayers that had been slaughtered and pinned on him. In return, she shared some of her own stories. The stories and days that took place in the confines of those cold stone walls, cut off from life, and anything living.
Unaware of the changes that had taken place in her. With some powers lost, she gained. Reinstated, though it was unknown to her just yet. It was when they pulled up outside the massive hotel that she sat. Almost worried, frightened as she stared at the building in front of them. It was old.. something that could have seemed remotely familiar, as the building, and structure itself, was straight out of her own time. A light, nervous sigh given as she looked slowly to Gabriel again. Completely content to just sit there for a moment, let this all sink in, and find some ounce of bravery. Not wanting to face.. people just yet. Yet here she was, seated and trying to gain the courage, while still covered in spots of dirt from the awful cell, and the black tattered pants, and large shirt that the 'prisoners' wore in the Darkling territory. Never before had she had such a feeling of being under-dressed.
"I.. I don't know that im yet ready." To face other people, to face her daughter. Brows furrowing, in the next instant, she heard the alarms going off from the building. Tiers parted slowly, someone had set off some kind of alarm. Looking instantly over to him. "Winter.." The stories had been enough clue to know, Winter was dangerous. Dangerous, and up to no good.
She shoved the door open and headed for the door. Now came the familiar feeling. That adrenaline, and energy, that only one type of power could so easily slide into place and feel like a second skin. It made her pause for just a second, eyes shifting to look over the palms of her hands, as if there was something tangible, and very real there. It was simply though, her hands. Glancing slowly up to Gabriel. "Its different. It feels different." Her voice soft, hearing a scream from inside, she looked back to the door. Pushing it open, she ran right into a male, no need to even register that he was a stranger to her. Instead she pushed past him to see the scene that played in front of her.
A girl, bloodied clothes, all of them however, looking a little on the worn side. Her eyes were for only one woman in there though. Quick steps led her straight up to Winter, the Kamas heading straight for her, as if slow motion, she could see, hear, feel it all before it happened. Knowing Winter would too, and as she predicted, Winter turned, dodging the Kamas.. where the ended up going was not her concern as the sickle went down, down towards a meek, petite woman. A hand shot out to grab hold of it, just below where the blade began.
"Winter." She spoke, simple, and demanding that attention. Yanking the sickle straight from those hands, she spun it, smoothly, fluidly. She wouldn't, couldn't raise it against her own daughter, no matter her faults. "You have done enough trouble." Didn't mean she wouldn't backhand the woman if she didn't back down. [/justify]
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Re: Powerless (Finale: Season 2) « Reply #17 on Nov 7, 2009, 2:05am »
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That blistering scream in the background, the same high-pitched voice of the string-bean framed woman as she ran down the stairs. She didn’t have to see the accusing finger as it pointed directly at her, as the woman belted out her name to the entire congregation. If it wasn’t the screech of her scream and nasally voice that annoyed her, the alarms sure did. She lifted her black eyes to the ceiling as the fire alarms blared frighteningly loud, and back down once more to her current opponent: Natalia. She could sense the demon in the Slayer, as well, hiding there below the surface. Though her demon had hitched a ride, Winter was a demon entirely by the genetic in her blood.
The woman in question raced forward, with her deadly Sais arched with sheer determination. The Sais swung up with a velocity; Winter manipulated her wrist with a flick of the onyx sickle, as it caught the blades with a satisfying clink of the metal. When that motion did not seem to work, Natalia rose her knee in stride, while a hand attempted to swirl one of the three-pronged weapons in her hand. It did not work entirely out too well; Winter had not a clue what the woman had thought of doing. The blunt end of the Sais’ handle moved quickly forward, as the top of her knee managed to dip in just below the stomach. Winter ducked fluidly, forcing Natalia’s hand and the weapon to sail over. Both hands were propelled forward, launched outward to connect with Natalia’s chest, sending the Slayer stumbling clumsily backward.
"Think that was a bitch? Im really good at filleting people.." This from the witch.
Winter shot that cold blackened stare toward her. “Really?” She answered, as if she were truly interested. “So am I,” she smiled, “when it comes to eviscerating people.”
The girl still shouting out something from behind her on the stairs, she transferred her focus from the red-headed witch to the Slayer she currently fought. The elegance and grace of her Darkling heritage moved the Bleeding Slayer forward along the slick marble floor. She was about to reach out to grab her once more, when her sensitive ears picked up on a woop, woop, woop as it sliced cleanly through the air. The Darkling Slayer could nearly feel the potential draft of the air giving way, the heat of metal against flesh. The demon participated the attack from behind, and she angled her body to the side, rolling her left shoulder away from the Kama as it came zipping by. Instead of hitting its designated target, it rushed past Winter and embedded itself into Natalia.
The Slayer went down harshly onto the ground. Amused by the turn of events, Winter slid forward on a dainty foot. “Life can be such a bitch,” she sneered. She lifted her foot off the ground and slammed violently down upon the handle of the shimmering blade, sending it deeper through guts and innards.
Sickle in hand, Winter had begun to throw herself in motion. Fingertips pinched the curved point of the blade. Her right arm rose back with every intention of sending it forward, with fingers releasing the onyx-hilt sickle. The weapon hurled into the atmosphere, as a satisfied grin spread along that haunting, pale visage. She should have killed the brunette while she had the chance. But there was a face, near the stairs -- no, it could not be, it was impossible. She sliced the girl up from naval to neck, there could be no possible way she stood there now across the room, without a mere mark to show for it. A scowl beseeched Winter’s expression as the sickle went aloft through the air, only to be snatched right out of it, by a sudden hand. The act simply jolted the Darkling Slayer, sending her back a step as an all too familiar face moved gracefully out in front of her.
"You have done enough trouble." The voice, soft and demure, demanding.
The lowly prisoner of the Darkling camp, who consistently reminded her how close they truly were. Winter would and will never admit it. This woman, this human beast, is not her mother. The sickle lost and gripped in Lydia’s hand, not a problem. She, herself, is a weapon of mass destruction -- she will use her bare hands to get her point across. That scowl on her face deepens as eyes, the shade of solid midnight, stared at the woman.
“Did they finally let you out after all these years?” She mocked, short burst of laughter. “You are less than you than I imagine, lower than filth.”
Right hand shot up from her waist, fingers bunched together in a rock solid fist. She swung her arm outward as the violent surge exploded throughout her body. She wanted to hurt her, she wanted to see her bleed in a mass of bloody ruin on the floor. Her arm snapped forward, but never makes its true destination, when powerful arms encompass her from behind. A hand seizes her own, gripping the wrist; Winter is forced backward into the body behind her; a body she can sense as Darkling. Gabriel, she presumed. A frustrated scream sounds from burgundy-colored lips, as both feet kick off the ground.
"Forgive me I have two faces. One for the world, one for God save me."
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Re: Powerless (Finale: Season 2) « Reply #18 on Nov 7, 2009, 2:06am »
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Gabriel knew Lydia was nervous; more nervous about a hotel full of people than the entire reason they were in Rome. If he had any choice, if Winter never existed, he would have been half way around the world with her by now. Instead he faced a hotel, with people in there that wanted nothing to do with him, getting tormented by their daughter. He wanted this to be quick and painless as possible; go in and get Winter, then leave. It sounded entirely simple and precarious, it shouldn’t be a difficult problem to solve. Lydia had the car door open and was sprinting toward the building. Not without pausing a moment to stare strangely at her hands, the question forming in her eyes.
Gabriel stopped beside her to see if he could see anything different; it was not something the eyes could detect, but rather what his body did. He felt it, the familiarity of it. The same feeling he encountered each and every time he approached … a Slayer. She got it back somehow, but he felt the same. It had to be impossible right? He had taken her abilities the night she … he kept them all of these long, cold years. It was the closest aspect of Lydia he had to keep; even some of her memories had managed to transfer over. Together they ambled toward the main entrance of the Hotel Del Nevell. An unfamiliar man was moving away from the entrance upon their arrival. Lydia entered first, swinging the newly renovated doors open. Her beautiful eyes lay directly on the dark-haired Slayer, as she prepared her body to throw the wicked sickle.
Lydia was right there in the center of it, catching the deadly right out of the air. A proud smile managed to wiggle its way on Gabriel’s face. He always enjoyed watching Lydia fight; she did so in a style that no other Slayer was able to commence to in all the years he observed and studied their nature. The pride faltered after seconds of surveying the rest of the room. The first thing he noticed was Natalia on the ground, a large weapon buried deep within her chest. He was about to move closer when Winter was seconds from belting Lydia across the face. She had to be stopped and removed, or more people would suffer because of it. Powerful legs carried Gabriel swiftly up behind his daughter, both arms came around her in time to prevent her fist from making any kind of contact. As if Lydia would ever give her the chance, together, Winter was the weaker one of the two.
She screamed and kicked out her feet, struggling in his grasp, as he stared over her squirming shoulder to Lydia. Blue eyes caught sight of Sarah in the background, her shirt torn down the middle; she kept her distance, hand caught on the banister. “Enough,” he whispered coldly in her ear. “You’ve had enough.”
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Re: Powerless (Finale: Season 2) « Reply #19 on Nov 7, 2009, 1:16pm »
"Who the hell is this chick?" Faith had just enough time to blurt that out before the situation changed....drastically. It seemed like everyone was converging into the lobby at once. First, the woman in question made her entrance coming from upstairs. That woman was....a demon. Meg was well-attuned to the presence of other demons. This particular demon reeked of power...she was someone with whom she could potentially form a powerful partnership. Although the only problem with that is that everyone knew who she was and Meg was laying low for the time being.
The red-head by the looks of things was a witch. Judging from the vibe she got, the woman was a powerful one at that. This peaked her interest. Meg had heard about the witch from Sunnydale, California who had been the slayer's best friend. She had tried to end the world. I wonder if this is the same witch. The dark-haired demon seemed to be dealing with the two brunettes and the red-head rather effectively. Out of the corner of her eye she spotted a bar towards the side of the lobby. Jackpot. She turned on her heel and walked over to the bar. There were many bottles to choose from...but which one would serve its purpose? And then Meg spotted the bottle. A bottle of Patron that was about an eighth full. She brought the bottle up to her lips and drank down the remaining liquor. Her throat was on fire but she needed to dull her faculties. The slayer strength was gone, but her demon strength remained. Sure, she could very easily pretend not to have any strength...but this was to sell it. Meg turned the empty bottle upside down and smashed it onto the bar top leaving in her hand a rather large shard of glass.
Meg turned to move towards the fray when without warning the fire alarm erupted through the building. The sound was a bit harsh to the ears but she was able to tune it out after several seconds. Suddenly, a familiar face appears at the top of the stairwell. Bobby Fucking Singer. Oh, the fun she longed to have with him....which was very different from the fun she would like to have with the Winchesters and one half of the Bruyeres.
She waited awhile, allowing the other slayers to foolishly throw themselves into harms way without their abilities. I'll just wait to save their asses. Me and my bottle of Tequila. Meg noticed Sarah coming down the steps and stopping in her tracks. I guess she's slow too. Two individuals then entered the hotel, the male was a demon, presumably the same as the woman who was causing the altercation. Time to let them clean up the mess. She crossed her arms and simply watched as the family reunion unfolded before her eyes.
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Re: Powerless (Finale: Season 2) « Reply #20 on Nov 7, 2009, 1:21pm »
Those sais were brilliantly tearing at air, but not at flesh. She spun the one around to try and crack Winter across the face with it, but she didn't manage to make contact. Instead, she found those hands of the Darkling Slayer jerking forward, sending her off her composure and stumbling backward. Her heeled boots fell across the marble floor with a click! clack! before she found her balance once more. Her attention on Winter had never faulted as she began moving forward once more. Natalia noticed that, usually, she would be able to anticipate an attack from this woman and use that prediction against her. But now? It seemed the woman was moving much faster than she should be. Either that, or I'm moving much slower.
But Winter never came to attack. She simply shifted in the way she stood, moving to the side, giving Natalia a clear view of the kama that tore through the air right on past her. Before she could react, before she could even blink, she found the blade lodged in her chest, smack dab in the middle of it.
Her sais fell from her hands, hitting the ground with a tink!
Her jaw dropped, her lungs emitting what she knew was her final breath.
And without further ado, Natalia's legs gave way instinctively, and she fell to the ground in a heap.
But as she laid there, ready to die, she noticed it never came. Hazel greens looked about, watching the scene before her as she prepared for it to darken, and for her consciousness to leave at once. Gabriel had returned, with a woman she presumed to be Lydia. Over by the doors, the dark-skinned man was talking to the handsome brown haired man. Everyone gave her a look, but with their being other things to focus on, no one came to her aid.
But they didn't need to. It was only then that she realized something important -- there was no pain. She had dropped her weapons out of shock, she had gasped out of fear, and she had fallen to the ground out of instinct. But as she laid there, she realized she felt perfectly fine. Brows were furrowed at this realization, but no matter, she began to rise. Her hands against the floor, her feet firmly planted, she stood at once. Brunette tresses spilled about those shoulders as those hazel green hues fell over Winter with disgust.
And then? Those hazel greens fell away. Similar to how Winter's had when they'd become blackened, Natalia's eyes were suddenly glossed over in a shade of deep purple. The Slayer grabbed at the kama in her chest and ripped it out without so much as a flinch, holding the bloodied weapon at the handle with those eyes over Winter.
"Ouch," said she, her tone mocking, voice several octaves lower as it was clear something wasn't right, "That stung like a bitch."
It was that possession. That demon within her that had realized she wasn't as strong as she used to be, and had jumped back into the driver's seat.
Suddenly, an invisible wall would smack right into Winter as Natalia stood so confidently. This force would throw her backward, out of Gabriel's hands, pushing her through the air aggressively until she landed with a sickening smack! against one of the foundations in the lobby. And there, she was pinned. Helpless. As Natalia prepared that arm of hers, arching it backward, before chucking that kama forward with the blade devoted to finding its original target at long last.
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Re: Powerless (Finale: Season 2) « Reply #21 on Nov 7, 2009, 2:56pm »
Everything happened way too fast. "S'nice way of puttin' it, just in the wrong context. I dunno where Queen B is, Robin, and it doesn't look like we got the time to form a search party to find her." Fair enough. Robin knew he might have put himself in dangerous Faith territory by even bringing Buffy up, but fact was, she was more or less their leader. He had been there when they'd tried to let Faith lead, and while it wasn't Faith's fault when she'd walked into a trap, it simply brought them all to realize it hadn't been Buffy's fault when they'd all gone into that trap Caleb had set, in which Xander lost an eye. His only intention in bringing her up was to say they needed their leader. Hell, after averting apocalypse after apocalypse, hadn't Buffy earned the respect?
Those eyes of brown watched her with intrigue as she seemed to be stunned momentarily, as if she'd gotten suddenly sick. Brows furrowed.
"What the hell was that?"
"Funny, I was wondering the same thing," he asked her, "You okay?" But he didn't get an answer. Not before she was moving forward to deal with the third brunette, the one brunette two was already throwing blows with. Faith bulldozed the girl into a wall, but she didn't seem to fly as far as she should have. Weird. Things were happening really fast. Faith was knocked across the face, and went to the ground. The second brunette, who it had just registered that Willow had called Natalia, was kicked. She came back with those sais of hers glistening in the light, to which the third brunette retaliated with her sickle. The sound of metal against metal filled the lobby before -- oh, wow.
Natalia was impaled by a kama coming out of left field from the balcony above. “We’re in over our heads on this one. I’m not stickin’ around for a bitch fest. Let’s go.” The voice from beside him, only a few feet away toward the door, perked his interest. Eyes shifted over to find Apollo Bruyere and Artemis Bruyere, along with Bobby Singer, who he recognized from the exorcism. Fellow hunters. Robin looked back toward Faith, making sure she was okay. But he knew she would be when two beings strolled into the Hotel swiftly, the woman -- another brunette -- grabbing the third's sickle and pulling it from her hand. But that was covered. He needed to figure out what the Bruyeres were doing here.
So, he walked right up over to them, as quickly as he could amidst those injuries.
"Apollo, Artemis."
A glance over his shoulders at the fight before he laid those eyes back over them, "What brings you to the cavalry? Hopefully some demon slaying because I got a feeling that that one -- " pointing behind him toward the dueling brunettes -- " is nothin' but trouble."
Re: Powerless (Finale: Season 2) « Reply #22 on Nov 7, 2009, 3:52pm »
The feet of Spike, Drusilla, and the vampire army that accompanied them to the Hotel made their way across the pavement, around the car parked out in front, toward the doors of that Hotel del Nevell. Wolfram & Hart had provided them with the world; a great home in Jerusalem, cell phones, and even their very own private cavalry that wanted nothing more than to do as much damage as the Fanged Four wanted to do. Since their reunion, things had been going pretty well. Spike had killed the Watcher. He and Drusilla had their taste of that Asian Slayer at the hospital. Darla had successfully turned Dean Winchester into a vampire -- and he was more annoying as a vampire than he was as a human. Angelus had captured himself a Slayer, who's blood rejuvenated him in ways unknown to him, and even still empowered him beyond his wildest dreams.
It was only recently that the unexpected had occurred. The Slayer had been rescued by that blonde demon with the exploding knives, and pulled from their grasps. Angelus had been taken along for the ride as the Slayer and her demon friend took off. His whereabouts unknown, Spike found himself far from concerned with his well-being. After all, Angelus had always been a dunce. He'd be okay sooner or later. Maybe. Either way, Spike wasn't losing sleep over it.
But it had all come down to this. The Ritual of Anuk Sumad that had stripped the Slayers of their powers left them vulnerable, probably confused. Even as he approached the doors of the Hotel, he could hear the tussle from within the lobby. It seemed there was a fight going on. A smirk played on his lips. Not nearly as bad a fight as the one that's about to take place.
Stepping right up to the doors, he walked right on by the two twin hunters and the older hunter he recognized from the lobby when the lights had gone out, more or less ignoring them as his attention fell over the dark-skinned man they conversed with.
"Robin, you cad! How goes the double-agent gig?" said Spike as if they were old buddies. No concern about rather or not the cavalry knew there was a demon in the hunter. After all, he didn't see it making much of a difference, seeing as he had full intentions on draining every last Slayer in the room.
Eyes ran over the occupants of the lobby. Some faces he recognized; Gabriel, Natalia, Willow, Fred, Sarah on the balcony above looking as though she should be dead, even Winter, Angelus' captured Slayer, who was seemingly pinned against the foundation. Robin's doing? And then, faces he had no clue about; the brunette with Gabriel, the brunette by the bar, the two twins and the hunter he walked right on by. Icy blues fell over the downed brown haired Slayer on the floor.
"Heya, Faith," he spoke loud enough to command attention, "I see you still haven't moved from the floor since the last time I was here. Gettin' comfy, then?" That Cockney accent thick, and dare he think it, even intimidating. From behind him, the vampires Wolfram & Hart had provided for their ordeal poured into the lobby, lining up along the walls on either side of the door, looking forward with those demonic faces, those evil eyes, those fearsome fangs.
"Alright, ladies and gents, what say we cut to the chase, yeah? Feelin' a little uneasy, Slayers? Like maybe you can't fight as good as you used to? Maybe not so strong?"
He smirked, face contorting to reveal the true evil within his body. Brows melted together and bunched up, pretty blue eyes suddenly becoming a terrifying yellow.
Life's too short. Believe me. I know. Four hundred years, and still too short
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Re: Powerless (Finale: Season 2) « Reply #23 on Nov 7, 2009, 9:27pm »
Darla had arrived with Dean in Rome only a few hours before. She had intended on taking advantage of the all-you-can-eat slayer buffet, Dean had other plans which without question included his younger brother. If she had left family behind she would of wanted to pay them a visit as a matter of closure. Spike, Drusilla, and their lackeys had only around a minute of a head start into the hotel. As she approached the hotel entrance she casually ran a hand through her blonde locks. Darla was all about making an entrance...and looking presentable while doing so. Reaching for the door she pushed it open and stepped inside the hotel lobby. The lobby was in disarray with slayers strewn about. There were a few familiar faces amongst the group.
"Now William...since you are the mastermind behind this operation I'll let you have first pick." Darla then looked over to Willow. "Well...it's the witch that got away. You're lucky Winchester was so distracting...you would be a rotting corpse in Jerusalem right about now.." Of everyone who was present in the lobby right now...there were two individuals that were inconspicuously absent from the lobby she turned back to Spike. "Where are they?" And by they, she was referring to Angelus and Buffy. There was a hint of jealousy in her voice. Sure, she couldn't stand Angelus at the moment...but underneath all of that resentment was lust..some love...mostly lust.
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Re: Powerless (Finale: Season 2) « Reply #24 on Nov 9, 2009, 8:50pm »
[justify]There wasn't even a flinch, not even a blink as Winter raised that fist to strike her. Winter was not someone she was ever afraid of, especially not now. Winter was her daughter, and always would be, regardless of the relationship they had. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the dark haired Slayer rise. The Kama was out of her hand before she could react. A hand raising to attempt to grab it, but it was too late. Past her, and straight for Winter. She felt her blood boil over just a bit, it was the temper of a Slayer.. and it felt good. Unable to be angry enough to retaliate however, she knew Winter likely had it coming. Years.. decades of being enslaved by Winter, she knew the trouble she could start. "Enough!" She glared to Natalia, but calmed.
"She is done." Her tone serious. Looking finally to Gabriel again. Feeling that prickling, the goosebumps raising along the back of her neck, that spine tingling feeling.. things were about to go bad. Very bad.
Eyes shifted slowly to the door, glancing to Gabriel only briefly over her shoulder. "Keep an eye on our daughter." She swung the sickle she still held lightly at her side. "Alright, ladies and gents, what say we cut to the chase, yeah? Feelin' a little uneasy, Slayers? Like maybe you can't fight as good as you used to? Maybe not so strong?" Eyes scanning over the bleach blondes form as he entered with a dark haired woman behind him. Yet another blonde moments later. Luckily for her.. she felt better then ever.
Even as the vampires, lackies of course, filled and lined the walls. It was an ambush, and a good one. The faces, while distant memories, seemed oddly familiar. They had been around a long while, long enough she had read of them. Gregory had told her of them. One though.. one she had run across, just briefly. He was.. different though. Angelus.. or as he called himself, Angel. The vampire with a soul.. he wasn't in the room though.
The other slayers were now missing their abilities.. they were nothing more then women, with the knowledge of how to make it work, but lacking the ability to do it. Except for a choice few.. Winter, who had her Darkling side.. and the other dark haired woman seemed to still have something to her, though she didn't know what. Human interaction still felt so.. strange. Backing up closer to the group that had formed of what she assumed was team-good. "You are all still Slayers.. use what you still have." Hands tightening around the sickle. Winter really would prove helpful in this fight.. especially with how out numbered they were, but she wasn't sure she could trust her to play nicely with others.[/justify]
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Re: Powerless (Finale: Season 2) « Reply #25 on Nov 9, 2009, 9:03pm »
[justify]It was a moment of nausea, confusion as it ran through her, and it had been over just that quick. Leaving her feeling.. normal. Too normal. Funny how you wish for something most of your life, and wish, wish to just be a normal person, in a normal world. The second you get something remotely normal though, it terrifies you. The thoughts, a replay of everything that had happened at the hospital, skipped and danced through her head.
"When it takes effect," He says taking a menacing step forward, "No one is going to be able to identify your body." A slow step backwards as he came closer.
The fist slammed across her jaw, sending her reeling backwards a step or two, before she was shoved onto the ground. Skidding a bit across the floor, she rolled onto her stomach to stand up, as she felt one kick, a second.. maybe a third, but by then she knew her ribs had already taken a good beating. Rolling back over onto her back. An arm wrapping lightly across her ribs. A cringe as her hand ran along the area, everything there burned, ached. Wondering how quickly she would heal from that.
Eyes opening to meet his own as he grabbed her face, "Now, you're going to be a good little girl and come with me back to the hotel, aren't ya?" Tiers parted the slightest, the pressure of his fingers against her cheek, that she knew was split, bruised. "You don't and everyone in this hospital will die as well as all your little friends at the hotel. That's a uh, promise."
He had dragged her up, and out those hospital doors, and due much to the fact the hospital was wriddled with sick and injured people, no one gave a single glance to her injuries. They entered the hotel doors, the walk there had seemed like forever. Entering just as Spike stepped forward. Blue green eyes scanning the room as she yanked away from Angelus, an arm still draped over her ribs and stomach lightly. Most of the people who were gathered, she recognized, aside from a few. Eyes pausing on Gabriel however. Did she still think he was guilty? A little, now wasn't the time for grudges though. Lips pursed a bit as she realized.. they knew the slayers were without abilities, she wasn't the only one. Glancing slowly to Spike, Drusilla and Darla not far away. "Neat trick." She quipped, the anger in her tone.[/justify]
Re: Powerless (Finale: Season 2) « Reply #26 on Nov 9, 2009, 9:44pm »
[justify]Drusilla stepped in, the black dress she wore hung loosely along her, but still snug in all the right places. Darla had caught up with them.. fine and dandy. There would be plenty of Slayers for the taking. Lets just hope mommy dearest doesn't forget for even a moment, who made this happen.
Eyes scanning each and every defenseless little face that watched them as Spike spoke, "You're welcome." A slow smirk across her features, glancing slowly to him. Funny how they all believed this was his big plan. Oh well, she was always up for sharing. "Mmm.." She hummed quietly. "Smells so delicious in here.. and.. ripe." Eyes shifted to Sarah, the dried blood. Always that familiar face. A slow cant of her head given. "Little kitty.. with nine lives.. tsk." Shaking her head slowly. "You'll run out eventually, won't you love?" Face, features morphing and shifting into that vampire visage.
There was another familiar face from the past though, one she hadn't seen for years. One she was sure, should be dead and buried by now. The surprise, curiosity, managed its away across even that demonic face. "Well now. What a surprise." Lydia.. she had remembered her watcher Gregory too. Both of them had slipped between her fingertips.. she couldn't even place how many years ago. "Quite the lil reunion." Her voice held that tilt of amusement.
"You are all still Slayers.. use what you still have." A light snicker of a laugh. "Still have tender little necks.."
Anything else she had to say was cut off, hearing the door, she turned to see Angelus enter, with Buffy. Girl of the hour, no doubt. Darla had just been questioning about them. "Well now.. we're almost right where we left off. With a few news faces."
"Neat trick." A slow cant of her head given, stepping further into the room. "Haven't even seen the big show yet."[/justify]
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Re: Powerless (Finale: Season 2) « Reply #27 on Nov 9, 2009, 10:02pm »
[justify]It all happened so fast. Willow had learned to keep her distance, especially when weapons were flying. Unless she was the one behind control of them, it never ended well. People lose eyes and body parts. Her mind seemingly stuck however, as two new people came in. Well.. not new, necessarily. The brunette came in, instantly disarming Winter. There was no doubt in her mind who it was, especially when Gabriel followed in just behind her. Lydia.. Gabriel had saved her, and lived to come back with her. A relief swam deep in her, but also that touch of disappointment.
There was no time for pleasantries, not with the impending death and destruction that was quickly becoming of the hotel. About to calm, as Winter was not only taken down, but caught by a flying Kama.. see? Flying weapons never ended well. A look given to Natalia. Lydia could berate her all she wanted, but she had to smile. Point for Natalia.
The problem was the disarray of the hotel. Injured women everywhere, covered in blood and gaping wounds. Of course Sarah would be there, brows furrowing as she took in the sight. What had to have been a massive injury, that now was healed. She never understood her, and wasn't sure she would. There was too much blood on her to allow her to still be standing. The alarms still going off.. though she wasn't sure what the point was. There was no police, there was no authority that was coming.. if they did, all they would likely find is some very ticked off women with abilities that.. surprisingly seemed almost pitiful considering what she knew they were capable of.
Any moment of relief, relaxation, especially as the fire alarms finally died down to an almost eerie silence, was cut short as the doors opened again. "Robin, you cad! How goes the double-agent gig?" Eyes shifted to Robin, "Oh great.." a glare given up to the man, "Care to elaborate?" She grumbled, the question, clearly not a pleased one. Stepping slowly closer towards the stairs, where apparently the 'team-good' seemed to be gathering. "Alright, ladies and gents, what say we cut to the chase, yeah? Feelin' a little uneasy, Slayers? Like maybe you can't fight as good as you used to? Maybe not so strong?" Realizing now what they probably all were, this had been the grand plan for them. The grand ambush that they had arranged. Clearing her throat, a hand raising slowly. "Im feeling pretty good.. just to let you know." A brow raising slowly.
"Well...it's the witch that got away. You're lucky Winchester was so distracting...you would be a rotting corpse in Jerusalem right about now.." A slow cant of her head given as eyes focused on Darla. "Only if someone can rot from disgust, skank."
The question of where 'they' were though, was the question everyone had. Well.. most people wouldn't care about Angelus, but she knew most of them were wondering where Buffy was.. the question answered a moment later as they stepped.. well, sort of stepped, Buffy more.. shoved, through the door. Looking worn for wear, to say the least. "Buffy.." Her voice soft, stepping down a step or two again. Eyes shifted up to Angelus. The night was just beginning.[/justify]
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Re: Powerless (Finale: Season 2) « Reply #28 on Nov 9, 2009, 10:22pm »
[justify]Sleeping.. sleeping was about all she had been good for, for days now. Castiel had stayed with her most the time, especially during time of those awful nightmares. The nightmares that never seemed to cease. It was likely the cause of her just not sleeping much. Resorting to caffeine over loads, sugar highs. Hence the M&M's whenever she could manage to get a hold of some. It was the fire alarm that sounded so abruptly that yanked her right out of the usual dreams. They didn't scare her anymore.. so didn't that un-classify them as nightmares?
Bolting upright in the comfort of that plush mattress, eyes shifted around slowly, the blaring of that siren. It seemed like mere seconds, though she knew it was longer that it went off. Yanking back the comforter, she changed into a pair of jeans, black boots, and still was tugging down the black long sleeved shirt as she came out of the room to the stairs.
The crowd had already gathered. How long had she been mending from fallen-angel-wounds? So many new faces.. and faces that she truly never wanted to see again. Seriously.. where the hell was Castiel? Worried eyes shifted around, it not crossing her mind that part of the reason she had slept so hard, especially during those last few moments, was due to lack of slayer ability. Still holding the power from the angel side she had recently learned about.. but as of right now, the reasoning in a bunch of Slayers simply standing around like helpless little girls was beyond her. Even Buffy, as she was shoved through the doors. The large welt of a bruise evident on her cheek. Stepping slowly down next to Natalia.
"I missed something apparently." She muttered quietly. Only now was her mind realizing how different things felt.. how, empty things felt. Brows furrowing. "Whats going on?" She finally asked, glancing between those that she hoped had been down here long enough to catch on. "Aside from.. impending death."
Watching as the vampires made themselves a little barrier through the room, though the real ones to worry about, stood in a foursome in the middle of the room. Game-faces ready for what she knew they were hoping would be.. a bit Slayer-Slaughter. Comforting thought.[/justify]
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Re: Powerless (Finale: Season 2) « Reply #29 on Nov 9, 2009, 11:47pm »
As soon as the scream reached her ears her curiosity was yanked and captured. She's ever curious as to the happenings of others, always wanting to see the misfortunes so that her own seems lesser. With a glance given to Bobby, listening to what he said she looks to her twin, Apollo. Seems like he didn't need to be told anything as he heads in after the elder hunter and Arty follows easily.
Her keen eyes are open as they pass through the darkened garage and soon the basement. She was only in the hotel for a few minutes as they set up the audio equipment but that was it. She wasn't able to venture on out into the rooms to see just who had what. She moves from behind Apollo and Bobby to stand next to her brother, watching as the scene unfolds. This certainly isn't her idea of a party but beggars can't be choosers.
She watches as the catty girls go at it, throwing each other into walls and such. Delivering backhands and fists galore. It's as if they all swallowed a testosterone pill and the affects aren't lifting any time soon. Glancing around the entire lobby she sees the girl whose car was destroyed thanks to the other girl leaning against the banister looking worse for wear. A small smirk at her condition as she glances to Apollo after his remark.
"Maybe one of the girls stole the others boyfriend?" She replies in a hushed tone, not believing her own eyes. Only when something supernatural inhabited someone did she see 'wars' like this.
“I don’t know about this, Artz,” Apollo whispered, leaning in close. “Is this really our battle?” She leaned in so she could better hear what her brother had to say.
He's right with his questioning, she'll give him that. They have nothing to do with this scene at all other than the dark skinned man who was possessed by that demon earlier. “We’re in over our heads on this one. I’m not stickin’ around for a bitch fest. Let’s go.”
"You're not interested at all as to what's goin' on?" She asks as he already has his attention on Bobby. Sam can wait, The Colt can wait for a few minutes longer as far as she's concerned though she absolutely hates to think it.
But the more that weapons are thrown and the easier it is for them to go unnoticed, Artemis is thinking it's a better idea to get the hell out of this place before something bad happens to her instead of the other girls. She tosses a glance at Bobby as she turns on her heel and heads behind her brother, staying to the walls to keep away from the numerous amount of people inhabiting the lobby.
"Apollo, Artemis." She hears their names being thrown out as her hand grabs a hold of Polly's arm to stop him from moving further out of the hotel. She turns and her hazel eyes lay upon the man who was possessed. A brow raises as she looks at him slowly, studying almost how a predator would it's prey. As far as they, and he, are concerned he most certainly is. While the demon is inside the souls are still caught within with the ability to hear and know what's going to occur. If they were to question him Artemis is more than positive they could find something or another out.
"Yeah?" She tosses out while facing him completely.
"What brings you to the cavalry? Hopefully some demon slaying because I got a feeling that that one -- " She looks over the man's shoulder as that itching feeling comes within her hands, wanting, needing those pistols to be clutched firmly within. It's been a while. " is nothin' but trouble."
"Business," She says tossing Polly a glance, "This ain't our fight. It's ya'lls. We were just headin' out."
But just as she said her final word a few more people appear inside the lobby. She scoffs and looks to them all. She takes a step back, hearing what the head blond man says while looking a bit confused. Many more people come in and line the walls and nothing but a sinking feeling lines her stomach. Their faces change and Artemis is more than startled.
"You're welcome." Something about power being taken and the word Slayers come out again. Polly mentioned it earlier about the girl at the banister and right now she's blaming Sarah. Two more people enter the hotel, a man and a blond woman.
"Polly," She says through gritted teeth, "The chances of us gettin' out now are slim to none. That flamethrower would come in handy right about now."
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