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I can't read french, but i like your chutzpah!
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Fool's Adventures: A Demon's Souls/Buffy the Vampire Slayer Quest
- Thread starter BungieONI
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Terran Imperium
[French]
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- Southern France
I'm French. Quick translation for those that don't get it.
"No!
My center is yielding, my right is retreating, excellent situation. I attack."
Its a famous line from French General Foch during WW1 while defending Paris. Correct me if I'm wrong.
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[X] Softly and by making opportune moments, a more subtle option, though one that concedes some initiative to the enemy to find the right times to act.
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[X] Softly and by making opportune moments, a more subtle option, though one that concedes some initiative to the enemy to find the right times to act.
[X] Loudly and slinging spells from the get go, a more obvious option, though one that attracts more of her enemy's focus.
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I will clarify in case it isn't clear for others, the "Non!" part is not a part of the famous quote. That is just me sticking to a theme in my reaction to the thought of ceding the initiative.
Episode 7, Part 3 “Dark Red Tabards”
BungieONI
Seven gremlins in a trench coat
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Episode 7, Part 3
"Dark Red Tabards"
"Dark Red Tabards"
Up the stairs and out into the night, where all the shadows seem deeper than before, Annie swallowed up in them beside you, you follow Angel's broad back. High above the moon is hidden behind dark clouds. Ah…
Look away. Not tonight.
Turning away from the memories of nights long ago, you step alongside Angel as he heads to the car, a swing to your step. He looks askance at you, expression growing puzzled as he looks at your face. But before he can speak, you reach the car and slide inside. Annie slowly slips into the driver seat herself, fiddling with the wires in the column. But, she is distracted by something, though you can't figure out by what before the car purrs to life and Angel has sequestered himself.
Then you are off and the rhythmic passage of the lights fills the inside of the car, pulling you up and out of the strange feelings of the night. Behind you, you hear the window slide down with a whirr. It's Angel, wearing his demonic face, taking in the scents on the night air.
"Head towards the central cemetery." His voice is a deep, throaty growl.
"She wouldn't sleep there would she? Seems too close to the Slayer..." Annie's voice is a whisper, her eyes flicking between the road and something else.
Hmmm? What troubles you Annie?
"Yeah, most likely. But she would like to lurk around the place." Angel responds.
You look at your companion, only faintly aware of her conversation. The rolling magic in the sky and the ground was something you checked first when you noticed something amiss with her expression, and you found nothing which differed from the last time you looked. But, now you look again, the physical world losing your attention. And you see, through the cup of her Soul, nothing amiss.
How odd.
It leaves you wary and without any recourse except to watch.
The silence between you all is comfortable, uninterrupted since Annie knows the way, and you close your eyes to listen to the wind outside. It inspires no thoughts or feelings, though oddly you feel like it should, as you taste the air for scents. The flowery scent you are looking for is not present. In fact there is little trace of vampires at all, except for Angel.
A consequence of this place being so populous. As contrast to that thought, the scenery around you is houses familiar to you from your wandering. One after the other in neat lines. And the town around you is quiet and peaceful. When you look, there in the distance you can see a man walking through his yard as he returns home. There you can see a person in their window, backlit by a light as he works on something. Over there you can see a woman reading on her porch. You stifle the growl before it rises through your throat. Later. The eating comes later.
It feels right to think like this. Different from before, but still producing the same results.
Annie turns left, and there is the cemetery laid out before you at the end of the street, dark iron fencing and ivy crouched in the night. Looming over a T-intersection. There are few lights on here, you note, and the moon and starlight reveals the glints of shattered glass beneath the street lights. Vandalism. Your attention is grabbed.
You can feel your accompaniment also tensing now that you are close to your objective. Annie's eyes are scanning across the shadows as she taps out a subtle rhythm on the wheel. Angel's breathing is slower and you can hear his jacket creak as he leans forward, a hand and knee appearing in your peripheral vision.
Annie slows the car and turns onto the right branch of the T-intersection, traveling along the wall. "Stop at the gate Annie." You say, using a false tone of patient calm, covering your calculating thoughts. But, it does take most of your control to not tap your fingers to match Annie's rhythm and ruin the image. Never before, has the hunt, done this to me.
You can feel a part of yourself pushing against the seeming, your arms wanting to be free, as the car stops. Then you eat that urge and are out of the car and rounding the front in but a moment, dress rippling and ornaments clinking. The gate in front of you hangs beneath a tall arch, which reads Sunnydale Cemetery in rolling iron script. Run between the bars of the single gate and the fencing is a shining steel chain and a thick padlock.
Wrapping a hand around the lock's bar you give a hum of effort and then, Zhew-poomf! Sizzle. The bar and top of the lock is reduced to molten flakes and the chain falls to the ground with a clang. A firm push forces the gate open, creaking on its hinges. You look back and see Angel staring at you from the window as Annie turns the car to pass through the gate.
You make a short beckoning gesture and walk in, faint white mist clinging around your feet. The dirt and grass here beside the gravel path is soft and cool, caressing your toes. Vampire traces and grave rot linger in the air, lingering under the air full of smells of stone dust, grass and people.
You don't smell Darla.
Yet, at least. The scrunch of the car stopping on the gravel and the doors opening, then slamming shut behind you announces your accompaniment following you. Angel steps up to your right, his face normal now as he stares into the shadows. You look at him.
"Do you smell her yet?" Your voice is quiet and full of imitated curiosity. You don't expect him to. He shakes his head and rolls his shoulders.
"Not yet, but there's a crypt I know." He responds, taking the lead as he gestures to his right and deeper into the cemetery, his shoes leaving little scuffs and divots in the dirt while yours leave almost nothing.
"Is it the one leading to one of their places of gathering?" You ask him, raising an eyebrow at your course, which is not heading deeper in towards the center, instead heading north and west. He hums in surprise, steps slowing for a moment. Then he shakes his head and responds.
"No. How do.. Ah, Buffy. Right." He shakes his head, then continues. "This is a different place where I smelled her before, recently. I think it goes below as well, but I haven't found the way down." Here, he smirks. "I was ah… interrupted, by some cronies." His voice sounds satisfied as he gets an aggressive glint in his eye. Then he cants a shoulder in a half-shrug.
"I think she might have returned there after going to my place." He sounds sure. You are willing to wait on this.
The Master is really not giving me the attention I think he should, after all. The thought makes a smile flicker across your lips, there and gone again. Slipping between two towering oaks whose canopies are reaching for each other, twinning together and rustling in the slight wind, the crypt is revealed to you in a clearing where there lingers a faint flowery scent. Darla.
The crypt is a low, temple like structure. In the front is a short step of stone rising up to a raised porch of white stone, with fluted columns extending up to and supporting a short overhanging roof, three to a side. It looks odd on a structure which is only the size of a well made cottage. You remember more grandiose things on your own church, of a kind. The door is solid metal, thin bands and rivets patterning the surface, with a prison like window grate full of dark glass set near the top. Annie is looking at that door, her expression thoughtful and almost trance like as she holds the Remington in front of her, a strap going over her shoulders.
"Hmm. That's new." Angel mutters as he approaches the door. You hear a rough intake of breath as he sniffs the air. You also smell it. There is likely something here, but the scent you hunt is old. Darla hasn't been here in a handful of hours. Angel looks over his shoulder, tossing his head at the door with a questioning eyebrow raised. You and Annie exchange a glance, before her eyes flick over the weapon once, and then she raises it to what you think is a ready position.
"What's your preference, loud, or quiet?" He whispers to you, face impassive. You raise a hand filled with Soul and a finger to your lips. He nods and slides out of your way, settling on your right as you step up to examine the door. Annie is standing behind you both on the stair, turned outward to watch the clearing. The door handle is a stiff C of dark cast iron, bolted to the door. The lock is also built into the door.
Simple. This is acceptable. You lay your left hand over the lock and proceed to fill it with Soul. The heat is not an issue for you as it clinks, then cracks, and then falls down the outside in a hot liquid stream with a pitter-patter and sizzling-splat at your feet. Wrapping a hand around the handle you gently pull the door open, watching for traps or an ambush. The hinges are fortunately silent as they turn.
The room that is revealed is a mostly bare stone cube. There is no central sarcophagus, instead the left wall is patterned with a series of large rectangular plaques or name plates. Cremation? You wonder briefly, before letting Angel pass into the room, eating the curious interest, and then following the vampire.
You faintly smell an old layer of Angel's scent, pressed into the stone and quickly overridden by his fresh presence. The floor is exceptionally smooth, polished in fact. Hmm. Annie steps in, her boots quiet on the stone. The three of you stand, loosely maintaining your formation as you all look it over before exchanging glances.
Annie has an impassive expression, body angled toward the door and weapon pointed in its general direction. Angel is contemplative, but also tense, feet shifting in little movements. You are outwardly calm, but inwardly highly aware of your surroundings as you raise an eyebrow at Angel then look around in silence. Angel makes a questioning gesture at Annie to watch the door, which you both easily accept. Then he turns to you. You just tilt your head at the right wall and he nods.
As expected, nothing stands out physically aside from the floor. You cannot sense any vampire energies between Angel and the stone. So, you simply pace in silence along the right side of the room as Angel looks over the back, feeling along the wall.
Running your hand along the wall you are looking for changes in texture or air flowing past your sensitive fingers. While the Tower was not particularly filled with secret passages, you know stone as a part of yourself, so you have an idea of what to feel for. You are also looking for scuff marks or other oddities on the polished floor, strange reflections and the like.
Your hand passes easily over the wall and your magical abilities feel nothing. And you see nothing near eye level. Glancing around you find both of your companions calm in the silence, Annie more so than Angel. Who seems to have paused, his shoulders bunching up with tension. He's noticed something. Leaning on the back wall, right hand pressed on it as he looks to his right. His eyes are unfocused as he seems to think something over.
His curious behavior makes you look around, checking for possible traps as you break away from your wall and slide closer to him. You can tell Annie is perking up with eagerness and some nebulous concern from a glance as you lean close to him. You direct a "questioning" expression smoothed by an imitation of seriousness at him. He looks between you and the wall for a moment, then nods, hands removed as he slowly crouches and considers the base of it.
You smile slightly, then return to looking for any hidden dangers as you stand beside him. You don't see any, nor do you feel any with magic which seems… odd. On the other side? You wonder. A shifting rustle of cloth has you looking over your shoulder to meet Annie's look, distraction mixed with concern. Raising a finger to your lips you gesture for her to move away from standing directly in front of the open door.
Eyes widening she slowly moves aside with an almost inaudible scrape as you turn back to watching Angel. His flickering glances are concerned but also extremely engaged and focused. He has one hand slowly moving along the corner where the wall meets the floor while the other one rests on a knee.
Twitch. He lets out a breath, while you ready your spells. Found it. He looks up at you and gives a smirk. He waves a hand at you to give him some more space, to which you comply. To a point. The end of your finger is twitching subtly. Then before something in you can change the hidden door slides open with a crunch and a puff of stone dust to reveal a stairwell spiralling down. Out of which wafts a fresh vampire scent and the faint sound of muttering.
Both you and the vampire slowly rising beside you lean around the door frame to see, mounted to the wall, a shoddily loaded crossbow trap pointed at chest level which has failed to trigger. Grimacing in disgust Angel slowly walks forward, eyeing the shadows for other traps, before gingerly reaching forward and plucking the bolt from its seat.
Pocketing the ammunition in his coat, he descends in a skulk. It takes a moment of effort for you to follow after him instead of leading the way. But you do, and your facade is intact as all three of you descend the stair, Annie just to your right and Angel crouch walking down the stairs ever so carefully.
The muttering resolves into discernable speech.
"... and now with that cooled we'll begin to slice it for serving." In a strange, tinny, masculine voice. Head tilted left as you listen, you also catch the feeling of a vampire's presence. A very weak one too. Not Darla, you know immediately. She feels different. Angel has slowed even further, sliding forward one step at a time, ever so slowly. Over his shoulder and below you can see a flickering light and hear the… cooking conversation? Mixed with sounds of enjoyment from a small crowd whose presences don't exist.
"As you can see folks, my taste testers have been rendered speechless by the spinach bake. Another success! See you next time on Jim's Gourmet Show!" Says the jovial, tinny voice. You are… very very annoyed. Thoughts turning vicious, you slide up behind Angel and glare over his shoulder, into the room below. You see some kind of device on which a little man is moving about a kitchen filled with several other people as text scrolls across the screen. You feel no presence or Soul from whatever this thing is. A human device. Annoying Trickery. Your feelings peak higher, and you are forced to stifle a grinding keen.
And just over to the right you see the booted feat of someone sitting in a chair. Angel looks over his shoulder, then gestures between you and the feet, then between himself and the feet. You get the general idea, leaning slightly over him as you throw the Soul Arrow. Zhew! It zips across the intervening space as a white blur which then explodes as it hits the vampire's legs, burning them severely and topping the chair with a clatter!
"Aaaghhhh!? Who the-!?" A sharp and whimpering voice shouts as Angel becomes a blur of his own and slams into the injured vampire as it tries to stand. There is a tussle and sharp smacks of flesh hitting flesh and flesh hitting stone as you descend the stairs, Annie still lingering right behind you, her weapon's barrel occasionally brushing your arm as it points forward at the possible threat.
Coming into view, you see Angel holding a very scruffy vampire down, pinned face first to the floor. The pinned creature's limbs are un-muscled and pathetic, along with its struggles. Its head is turned the wrong way to see you
"Fuck fuck fuck fuck no no oh no not you man!" His voice is simpering and blubbering, drowning out the song playing from the device as he desperately tries to see over his shoulder to stare at Angel. Giving a casual flick-Zhew you make the device stop, the face bored out by a Soul Arrow in a shower of sparks and charred mechanical guts. Angel looks at you with a raised eyebrow. You shrug.
"I detest your nation's cooking shows and…" You say while mincing closer on careful steps, the blubbering having stopped abruptly, "... it is a distraction while we talk, isn't it, pathetic strigoi?" You say as you lean into view of the frozen stiff vampire, your accent thick and syrupy.
"Oh f-fuck…" It gabbles out in a tiny voice. You smile and clasp your hands.
"Ah! I see I'm becoming famous amongst the strigoi. How delightful!" You say as you imitate a fancy lesser noblewoman you fed to the Tower gargoyles once. You feel Annie step around you, her bootsteps ominously thudding without effort on her part in the oppressive silence following your statement. The vampire is in tears as its eyes flick between you and Angel, over and over and over in a little amusing back and forth jitter, its mouth moving in a breathless litany of invective.
"So, Angel do you want to ask the questions or should I?" You say as you take up a disinterested posture by the thing's head, fist resting easily against your chin. Angel hums in thought for a moment then looks at the thing trapped beneath him.
"I got it." He says with a hint of joy in his voice.
Grabbing the hair of the thing, twisting its neck part way around so he can stare at it more clearly, he grins. "So, how long you been here buddy?" His tone is jovial and consoling. The likely much younger vampire blubbers and babbles nonsense, then Angel gives him a violent shake, the impact with the floor knocking sense into it.
"Gahggaaaaaaaaaa! Not long! Oh fuck fuck not long not long at all, just a bit while the oh gods the Boss. The Boss! Fuck aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" It is really making very little sense, reduced to screaming in a puddle of its tears as it mumbles about the "Boss" over and over. Darla, most likely.
"Hey!" Angel grabs the vampire by the scruff and shakes it like a whimpering animal, then drops it. "This 'Boss' of yours go by the name 'Darla'?" He asks, a sliver of annoyance wrapped in happy cheer slipping into his voice. The vampire responds with a screech of mortal terror at the name, gibbering out a litany of, "No no no…!" And you are no longer paying attention because something just changed with Annie.
Ka-chunk.
"Lies." Her voice is a trance like hiss full of pure malice as the weapon falls to point at the thing's head.
BANG! Splat.
The vampire lets out a final Skree! as its head explodes into meat from the point blank blast, collapsing into dust beneath Angel.
"The hell?!" Angel snarls as he looks at Annie, then is stopped cold by her rapturous, knowing expression. Her eyes seem to stare straight through his skull and pin him in place.
"I can See. Your lover is in danger. Our prey has resorted to cowardly trickery." Her decree is a ironclad fist to the temple, her voice rumbling with power. Then she is gone, dashing up the stairs in a thud-thud-thud of sprinting footsteps.
"The fuck?" Angel says as he crouches amidst the dust, completely flabbergasted. You reach down and haul him up by the shoulder, staring into his face with imitated urgency.
"Angel, Annie has the Sight. We need to follow her." Your urgency is not entirely feigned now, the eagerness of the hunt forcing its way out into your voice. He blinks at the mention of 'Sight', then a kind of fragile revelation lights up his face and he is dashing past you, a blur whose passage ruffles your hair and dress. Then you too shoot up the stair, all pretense of stealth except for your seeming discarded for speed.
Annie is out the crypt door and clattering down the steps with you and Angel hot on her heels. Then Angel shoots past with his unnatural speed, leaving you running beside your companion. Her eyes are locked straight ahead, totally focused on something invisible while her body guides itself automatically.
The magic in the cup of her Soul is swelling, without end, and you can feel intermittent flashes of Darla's own presence leaking out from her. Ahead, you hear the car start, though you can't see it for the mausoleums and trees. That leaves you to looking at the Hellmouth as you run, and it is agitated as well. Beating and thrumming like a struck note. It occurs to you that "saving" the Slayer like this is a bit strange considering your priorities, but then that part of your mind is eaten by another part which holds that using her to defeat the Master is a far better use of your time.
Temporary resurgence of stupidity averted and consumed you round the corner of a statue and see Angel climbing into the back of the car, having left the front doors open. Annie almost leaps into the front seat and her foot is coming down on the pedals as you flow inside and pull your door closed. Annie leaves her door open, and it flops closed thanks to the wild turn she starts and a pull from your magic. The car careens through the turn with a squealing vrooom! And then you are blasting out of the gate to land with a crunch-thud in the intersection before lurching to the left and accelerating rapidly down the street, the force shoving you into your seat slightly.
Angel is leaning forward between the seats, eyes flicking between you both, one hand grabbing your head rest to support himself. Annie maintains her trance-like focus on something in the distance. Looking back at him you speak, eyes locked with his.
"Annie is going to take us…" You don't miss a syllable as Annie jerks around the passing blur of a parked car, "... where we need to go as fast as possible. Since Darla will be there what do we need to know to fight her?" Your tone is perfectly focused as you grab his arm to keep his attention.
Angel grimaces but then steels himself visibly. "She's older than me, thus better at the vampire thing. But I've smelled gunsmoke on her." He sounds concerned at that last bit. The reason is obvious.
Barring large weapons like Annie's Remington, such weapons are less than useful against a vampire or other demon, instead being much more useful against a human or a Slayer. The car jerks through a series of tight turns then and you look forward, scanning ahead for signs of her passing. Nothing, yet, as the houses rip past you and the car rumbles underneath you, the engine like caged thunder.
As you round a corner, Annie has to first swerve around one man about to cross the street at the corner and then around another dropping off his trash a split second down the road. Both of the human's exclamations are loud and full of vulgarity as you roar past them. Possible complications. Wonderful. Your feelings are pushed towards a mounting aggression and a gnawing unacceptability.
Then you feel Darla coming, at the same time as Annie slows and swings down an alleyway passing between two houses before shooting out another street and then lurching in a screeching turn to correct. Then speeding back up, you and Angel slammed back into your seats.
Then, near to hand you feel other vampiric presences and your mind rapidly prepares to explain the issue before you see your driver tense.
She interrupts, her eyes gliding over you both in quick flicks. "It seems the Coward brings her coterie." Annie's voice is dark. But more importantly she still assisted you while caught in her vision, as this is obviously what is happening.
You can sense the Warrior's Soul now, along with her Mother, and in the middle of the street you can see the back of the Warrior's home. Peeking above the one facing this street, which has its lights off and seems uninhabited. The wake of Darla herself is rapidly approaching from the other side.
"Stop right up there! We can run through the side yard!" Angel says loudly as he gestures to a dark hole between two houses. Annie slows, turns and then stops the car with a lurch, turning to look at you both, breathing hard.
"Uh," She glances around, then blinks. "Out out out!" She scrambles to blurt out, popping her door and then dropping into a crouch. You also get out, watching for the vampire presences. Darla is already extremely close to the Mother and the other vampires are somewhere nearby. You feel Angel sprint past you, nearly silent, in that strange run of theirs. Annie looks at you as you slide up to where she is leaned against one of the tall brown fence "walls" of this alleyway, her eyes fully present now.
"We letting him handle Darla?" She asks, her voice sounding strained and rough. You tilt your head left, and then pull the cloak of shadows around you both. Less effective this way, but still acceptable. Using it you step silently down the track, past some trees and then look left to see that indeed the front door is open and there are two vampire men…
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" You hear a woman scream from inside there, followed by crashing and thudding. Well. A quick flick of a glance is all you need to confirm the two vampire males watching the doorway. One is armed with a metal club of some kind, and the other has some piece of weaponry shoved into the back of his pants.
You slip up behind them as the crashing sounds in the house are joined by the unmistakable sounds of the Warrior hitting things, deep meaty thwacks, and voices you don't care about right this moment beyond a "You're here together! Aren't you!" from a very distraught sounding Warrior. Followed by loud crashing and snarling, and frightened screaming. Lights are popping on all around the neighborhood.
The two very pathetic monsters don't notice a thing as you step up behind them. Annie strikes first, with a BANG! and the head of the right hand vampire vaporizes in bloody chunks followed by the body dusting. The other vampire twirls, limbs blurring as they come up defensively.
Your arm snakes up between its limbs and your fingers leap forward to dig into its face with a squelch and making it scream in surprised agony. That scream is abruptly cut off by a Zhew-pow! as this vampire's head also explodes and it is reduced to dust with a Skree! Without anything passed between you or even a pause, the both of you slip in on cloaked feet to hear Darla snarling at someone.
"... so, you brought friends? Hahahaha. How cute Angel. They won't be much help. I got friends of my own you see." Her voice is grating and growly, the whimpering sound of the Mother coming from somewhere near her.
You are in a hall, filled with broken glass, some tossed about frames and a tear in the wallpaper. To your right is an open door into a dining room, on the same side and further in a straight stairway up to a second floor, to your left a closed door. Beyond the stairway is where her voice is coming from. Ghosting past the stairway, you catch a glimpse of Darla around the corner and raise your hand for Annie to stop.
"Bit of a problem isn't it Buffy? Try to save your mother from me then kill your little Angel, or try to kill your boyfriend who betrayed you and then save your mother? Decisions, decisions, and you'd probably fail either way." Her voice is high and cheery, but you can almost taste the fear.
"Darla, please, shut up." Angel, and he sounds absolutely furious, his teeth audibly grinding and his breath harsh. You hear a crunch of a footstep. Darla is backing up. You see her back come into view. Already knowing that Annie is raising her weapon to shoot you give a sharp gesture to stop her and looking back, grin. Then you slip forward.
"Those friends were fun!" Your voice is loud and extremely amused as you lunge forward, throwing away the cloak as you shoot across the carpet, uncaring for the sharp objects buried in it. Darla pivots, shoving the Mother out in front of her reflexively. You are mostly uncaring about the woman, your hand reaching past to launch a Soul Arrow at Darla with a Zhew! In a blur of inhuman speed she dodges to your right, the Arrow lancing past her to shatter a vase as it singes her blond cloud of hair. Dashing around the stumbling human woman who you grip with one hand and pull aside to pursue her.
As the human teeters away from you, Darla has continued her sprint, reaching out to claw for Buffy's throat before Angel interposes himself in front of her and with a solid thud collides with the vampiress. Both of the vampires react extremely violently to the collision, turning into a grappling fury of demonic growls and tearing flesh as their momentum slams them into and through the back door with a crunch of wood and shriek of protesting metal.
"Aghhhh! Gurrkl!" You are out and past Buffy, feeling her follow after you. Having her at your back is not comfortable at all. You skitter to the side instinctively, getting away from her as the two vampires growl and howl like giant cats in the dirt and grass. But, her eyes are drawn to the twisted mess, not you, and you follow her gaze.
Angel is currently losing, badly.
Schlurch! "ANGEL!" Buffy screams in utter horror as Darla rips out his throat with her teeth and then lurches to her feet. The vampiress's chin is running with blood and she looks ready to charge the Slayer, howling unrefined animalistic insanity. But she is interrupted by you stepping forward and blasting her in the chest with a Soul Arrow, sending her careening backward. In the flash of the impact you see her right herself and then dart away. Her form is chased by more of your bolts and the sudden BANG! BANG! BANG! of Annie shooting at her from beside a frozen Buffy.
Then she is gone, disappeared over the fence, and you have a choice to make.
What choice will you make?
[] Pursue Darla, find her and eat her Soul. Angel wanted to talk to Buffy on his own after all, and trust the seeming urgency of his wound to keep her occupied before you get back.
[] Do not pursue, you can track her readily enough later. For now, stay here and spin your web so the teenage Slayer doesn't get a silly idea.
And there we go! Angel got ventillated and you met Darla in person as it were. She doesn't like you one bit!
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so, what's more useful. starting to worm our way into Buffy's good graces, or eating Darla tonight?
Mother Nyx
Mother of Elpis
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[X] Do not pursue, you can track her readily enough later. For now, stay here and spin your web so the teenage Slayer doesn't get a silly idea.
Now is the time to integrate ourselves in the Scooby Gang. We just helped Buffy save her mom. ALSO, we can help explain things to Joyce so she doesn't go all stupid like she did in canon.
Now is the time to integrate ourselves in the Scooby Gang. We just helped Buffy save her mom. ALSO, we can help explain things to Joyce so she doesn't go all stupid like she did in canon.
[x] Do not pursue, you can track her readily enough later. For now, stay here and spin your web so the teenage Slayer doesn't get a silly idea.
Darla is a pain and a half. She didn't survive that long without having an exit planned. Also, Spike may be around (can't remember if we killed him).
Darla is a pain and a half. She didn't survive that long without having an exit planned. Also, Spike may be around (can't remember if we killed him).
Mother Nyx
Mother of Elpis
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Spike is still alive, to my recollection. As is Drusilla, who is the biggest threat imho.
That's why we need to move now. She may have an exit planned, but if we move fast enough that exit doesn't matter. She can't escape from this situation if she's having to dodge magical bolts between streets.
[X] Pursue Darla, find her and eat her Soul. Angel wanted to talk to Buffy on his own after all, and trust the seeming urgency of his wound to keep her occupied before you get back.
BungieONI
Seven gremlins in a trench coat
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You haven't even met Spike or Dru. I will say straight up that they aren't here yet.
Mother Nyx
Mother of Elpis
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Nah, you're not thinking. Letting Darla live is a good thing.
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[X] Do not pursue, you can track her readily enough later. For now, stay here and spin your web so the teenage Slayer doesn't get a silly idea.
I wanna be part of the kool kids
I wanna be part of the kool kids
That is just me posting reply half asleep. I think I made a Darla=Drusilda at some point.