Dorms, UC-Sunnydale, Sunday Evening
The Fandom crew had scattered for the moment, leaving Tara alone in her room with a pile of notes on spells that maybe-possibly-might work.
Or not.
She needed another witch, she knew. Someone tapped into Sunnydale's magic. Almost idly, she flipped through the school directory, pausing to look at the girls from the Wiccan Sisterhood. Nicole, no. Cheryl, absolutely no.
Willow...
Maybe. She underlined that entry. Half an hour later, with no progress made, she picked up her books and headed for the door. She took a breath, wished she wasn't alone, went out into the hall and out onto the empty campus.
She was barely onto the quad before she dropped her books, and silently swore as she bent to pick them up.
There's something behind me, she realized, and raised her head to see a pair of skull-faced ghouls in suits leering at her.
The books were forgotten as she ran away, awkwardly, clumsy with nerves. Dorms, dorms, she just had to get inside --
Tara made it to Stevenson, fumbled the door open and started pounding on every door in the hall as she scrambled toward the staircase that would take her up to Willow's room. One finally swung open, but all that was behind it was a Gentleman holding up a heart dripping blood.
She ran from him at full speed, pell-mell, not caring what she was getting into -- and crashed directly into Willow.
A moment later, the two girls, frightened and sore but alive, were in the laundry room and behind a locked door. They barely had it secure before they heard a thud from outside, watched the door shake. Willow tried to move a soda machine in front of the door; it wouldn't budge, even with both of them pushing.
Willow flopped back, staring hard at the soda machine. Tara couldn't tell what she was doing -- until it moved, if barely an inch.
Oh.
And then it stopped moving and the demons battered the door almost off its hinges. Not really thinking about what she was doing, Tara sat on the floor next to Willow and reached for the other girl's hand. Tara felt power rising out of their hands, telekinesis like heat, like fire, like the earth moving -- with barely a thought, the soda machine crashed into the door, permanently blocking it.
Willow and Tara were still holding hands when their voices came back. They picked their way past the bodies of Gentlemen and Footmen, green goop marking where their heads had been.
"I -- I should find my friends," Willow finally said, sounding dazed. "You were amazing."
Tare hadn't thought she'd smile again so soon, but she did. "Me too," she said. "I mean, you too. I mean -- see you later."
Willow looked amused by that, at least, as she waved goodbye.
[OOC: Post 4 of 5. NFB, NFI.]
Or not.
She needed another witch, she knew. Someone tapped into Sunnydale's magic. Almost idly, she flipped through the school directory, pausing to look at the girls from the Wiccan Sisterhood. Nicole, no. Cheryl, absolutely no.
Willow...
Maybe. She underlined that entry. Half an hour later, with no progress made, she picked up her books and headed for the door. She took a breath, wished she wasn't alone, went out into the hall and out onto the empty campus.
She was barely onto the quad before she dropped her books, and silently swore as she bent to pick them up.
There's something behind me, she realized, and raised her head to see a pair of skull-faced ghouls in suits leering at her.
The books were forgotten as she ran away, awkwardly, clumsy with nerves. Dorms, dorms, she just had to get inside --
Tara made it to Stevenson, fumbled the door open and started pounding on every door in the hall as she scrambled toward the staircase that would take her up to Willow's room. One finally swung open, but all that was behind it was a Gentleman holding up a heart dripping blood.
She ran from him at full speed, pell-mell, not caring what she was getting into -- and crashed directly into Willow.
A moment later, the two girls, frightened and sore but alive, were in the laundry room and behind a locked door. They barely had it secure before they heard a thud from outside, watched the door shake. Willow tried to move a soda machine in front of the door; it wouldn't budge, even with both of them pushing.
Willow flopped back, staring hard at the soda machine. Tara couldn't tell what she was doing -- until it moved, if barely an inch.
Oh.
And then it stopped moving and the demons battered the door almost off its hinges. Not really thinking about what she was doing, Tara sat on the floor next to Willow and reached for the other girl's hand. Tara felt power rising out of their hands, telekinesis like heat, like fire, like the earth moving -- with barely a thought, the soda machine crashed into the door, permanently blocking it.
Willow and Tara were still holding hands when their voices came back. They picked their way past the bodies of Gentlemen and Footmen, green goop marking where their heads had been.
"I -- I should find my friends," Willow finally said, sounding dazed. "You were amazing."
Tare hadn't thought she'd smile again so soon, but she did. "Me too," she said. "I mean, you too. I mean -- see you later."
Willow looked amused by that, at least, as she waved goodbye.
[OOC: Post 4 of 5. NFB, NFI.]