strapped in the chair of the city's gas chamber

[knifetotheface]

Characters: Jo Harvelle [knifetotheface] and YOU!
When: August 16th to the 20th.
Where: The streets of Adstringendum.
Rating: R. Blood and guts and gore.
Summary: Sonja and Lucifer are on the prowl and Jo is suddenly furious -- and the evil supernatural scumbags that keep ruining her life need to be exterminated. This is an open log! If you want Jo to hunt your

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[slayery]

Buffy wasn't a big fan of guns. She'd managed to scrounge up a nicely sized knife during her time here, though - just in case. Stakes were easy to come by. Broken, splintery piece of wood, and bam. But heavier weapons? Not so much. Which was a problem. Regardless of the lack of Hellmouth and a regular place to patrol, she still felt the need.

It was such an endeavor that led her to one of her in-city semi-friends. Acquaintances? She wasn't quite sure what she'd call the girl. But Jo was similar to her. They were like-minded in the whole evil-killing sense, at lease. So when Buffy spotted the other blonde, she had no qualms with walking right up to her.

And her gun.

"Ooh, you're all heavyweighty. Not really what most people have in mind for a nice stroll. What's up?"

[knifetotheface]

Buffy Summers. Human. Not a threat. Remarkably similar to her, actually, in the respect of being a hunter of the supernatural. Jo relaxed a hair, her gun lowering slightly, before she jerked her head towards an alley.

"I'm getting rid of the evil sons-a-bitches that've been here too long," Jo said, her tone unusually tense, as if she were waiting for a hellhound to come bursting out of the darkness. "Someone's gotta do it."

[hits_then_heals]

Sakura remembered Jo from when she taught her medical class a few weeks ago, but she didn't remember the other girl ever looking this...murderous before. It's true, she hadn't talked to her much before (or after) the class, and maybe she was the kind of person prone to rage like this, but things seemed off.

She approached Jo with caution, not sure what the girl would do, especially with a weapon that Sakura wasn't very familiar with.

"You look like you're ready for a pretty intense battle."

[knifetotheface]

Jo shouldered the gun. Sakura wasn't a threat to her. She wasn't what she was hunting. But the interruption was annoying and Jo gritted her teeth.

"I'm hunting something," Jo snapped, brushing past Sakura, down a small alleyway. "Help out or pack up."

[hits_then_heals]

"And what exactly are you hunting?"

She wasn't stupid, even without running into Jo she could tell that something was up. It just felt like there was something...off. Sakura couldn't put her finger on it, but clearly whatever it was got to Jo.

[knifetotheface]

"Anything that doesn't belong here."

It was short, clipped, to the point. She had a mission.

set whenever you want?

[wouldsuffice]

Meanwhile, there was a little girl skipping around the prettiest park in the city, wearing a dress too big for her and looking so flushed, glorious, and happy that it was kind of unreal. Sonja was riding a power high- and taking a minute for herself, sure, because the blood on her dress and under her fingernails was still wet, and mother always said to wait an hour after you eat before getting back in the water.

Everywhere she stepped, she left behind little ashen footprints. Not by accident- Sonneillon was exuding power, raw Hell, and it bled from every pore when she was so constantly using power like this. The feedback loop rejuvenated her and kept her regular. Eventually, she stopped seemingly at random, dropped to the ground, rolled on her back, and pulled out a long cigarette. She didn't need a lighter.

WHENEVER best choice /sucks at decisions

[knifetotheface]

There was only a moment's hesitation -- because even though Jo was horrendously affected by whatever the hell was oozing through the city -- before Jo raised the shotgun and fired. They were salt rounds, not actual ammunition.

That was no little girl. It was a fake. A shapeshifter? Entirely possible -- but no normal baby girl would light a cigarette with her fingers. Or smoke, for that matter -- but that thought didn't occur to Jo as she fired.

Shoot first. Ask questions later. Dead things don't fight back.

[wouldsuffice]

Sonja spasmed and rolled over with a shriek, eyes gone totally black. By the time she leaped to her feet with a hiss, her forgotten cigarette had smoldered and caught the grass on fire in response to her rage.

"Bad idea, missy," she snarled, eyes still black and salt wounds hissing. Protip: Sonneillon can run really, really fast. And right at you.

[knifetotheface]

Demon.

Jo did not give an inch. Demons were standard affair, to her -- she shot again, though one hand dropped to her pocket to grab at a canteen, her teeth gritted together.

"The bad idea was you coming here, black-eyed bitch," Jo snarled.

Sure is a lot of crazy today

[fightthestrong]

Sesshomaru, meanwhile, had stumbled across one of the Devil's Traps. Well, perhaps 'stumbled' was the wrong word...he wasn't so stupid as to walk into the circle. Instead he held his hand out over the edge of the pictogram, fingers splayed wide. Something began to hiss and bubble, and then a virulently green liquid oozed from beneath his claws. As it hit the ground it burned deep, ragged-looking holes into the concrete...and where the acid met the runework it gave off billowing clouds of black smoke as the youki and the supernatural power bound to the circle fought.

"Hm."

And with that cryptic comment he turned on his heel and leapt into the air, coming down gracefully on a second-floor balcony whose railing had long since been blown out. And then he sat down, cross-legged, waiting to see who came to check on the trap.

It was not a style of sealing he was familiar with and, though he didn't feel threatened by it, he had to admit he was a little curious.

ALL THE CRAZY. Sup demonface. 8)

[knifetotheface]

There was the crack of a gun from above -- a well-aimed shot straight to the back of Sesshomaru's head. Should he be hit by them, they were filled with salt -- well-packed and formed by the hands of someone who knew precisely what they were doing.

Jo Harvelle was not fucking around today.

Re: ALL THE CRAZY. Sup demonface. 8)

[fightthestrong]

Sesshomaru's head bobbed forward, blood spraying from the wound like a geyser.

Then he stood up and turned to face her.

Steam hissed from the back of his head, and she could hear a faint sound like rain as salt crystals were pushed out of his flesh and landed on the concrete below. He seemed to be looking at her as if she were some new and interesting species of beetle.

"Demon hunter," he said in greeting. Then his head tilted back so he could look down his nose at her. "As you clearly don't know me, I'll give you this one chance to escape with your miserable life. I suggest you take it."

[knifetotheface]

"Over my dead body, scum," Jo snarled, though she did look slightly startled. What in the Hell kind of demon wasn't writhing in pain over the feel of salt? She was more than adequately prepared for a fight, but --

She raised her gun and shot again.

[haspaceteeth]

No doubt, Jo heard him crunching along the streets far before he caught wind of her. As it was, he was following a reading on his sonic, concentrated on what he was seeing in front of him more than... where he was going. Which was why he's no doubt walking right around the corner and straight into Jo's sights, coming up short when he sees shoes and jumping back a bit as soon as he saw what, exactly, was in front of his face.

"Ah! Careful with that! You know, you could kill someone waving that thing around..."

OMG I FEEL SO BAD DOCTOR

[knifetotheface]

The moment the Doctor appeared in her sights, Jo raised the weapon, sucking in a quick bit of breath, before she pulled the trigger, the barrels of the gun aimed directly for his chest. Luckily for the Doctor, she had loaded salt rounds into the gun before the alien had found her, so it wouldn't kill him -- but it would hurt.

"Tell me what you are," Jo snarled, raising her gun again, cocking it with one smooth motion, raising the gun to eye-level once more. "Right now."

DON'T. ITS GLORIOUS.

[haspaceteeth]

He started at the sound of the gunfire, blinking for a moment between the smoking muzzle and his slowly burning chest. Because, honestly, getting salt blasted into your skin? Yeah, that smarted. So, he's letting out a yell and folding his arms over his chest, hopping up and down on one foot as he spins in a circle, bending over more and more until, finally, he falls in a crouch, gritting his teeth and screwing his eyes up as he tries and push through the pain.

"I'm a- ow! That was entire uncalled fsssssssss- I'm not anything. A Time Lord, an alien, but not worth shooting with- was that salt?!" he's poking his fingers at one of the little blast wounds, then, wincing rather obviously. "That hurt!"

AT LEAST IT WASN'T LEGIT BULLETS

[knifetotheface]

An alien.

Jo's finger tightened on the trigger again, sending another round directly into the Doctor, not flinching at the sound or the acrid smell of gunpowder. Her aim was perfect -- but she didn't move to load actual ammunition into her gun just yet.

"What are you doing here?" Jo hissed.