{closed} // i caught you walking through walls; drowned with applause

[slayerdom]

Characters: Buffy Summers (slayerdom), Faith Lehane (msattentionspan), Spike (breakmychest), Aedan Cousland (thatpompousprat), Anders (abominable), Carver Hawke (serahsourpuss), Varric Tethras (its_likealchemy), Marian Hawke (failedhorribly), Fenris (lyriumspecter), Shepard (only_mostlydead), Garrus Vakarian (popaheatsink), Jack (the_convict), and Thane Krios (go_in_peace)
Location: All over the lower levels and finishing up with a party at the Laughing Mynock
Planet: Coruscant
When: Today. Right now.
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{party} // like wild fire comes roaring; mad whirlwind burning the road

[slayerdom]

[ Buffy's waiting under the skywalk at the appointed meeting place with Faith and Spike. Living together at least made dragging their butts their right away a little easier. She's got a vibroaxe in hand, her weapon of choice, as well as a bag full of other weapons to pass out at her feet, and she's leaning up against a wall, checking her watch to make sure the crew's not late. ]

[its_likealchemy]

[and Varric shows up just a few minutes later, intentionally running just a bit early so he can get a feel for that bowcaster Buffy promised to bring before the run off into the darkspawn hordes] Serah Summers, I presume?

[slayerdom]

[ That gets a confused look, because Buffy is so not critical thinking gal. Her brow furrows. ] Serah? Who's Serah? I'm Buffy. [ As she talks, she hoists up the bag of weapons easily and digs around it, producing the bowcaster and handing it over. ] And you're Varric, which means you've got this baby on loan.

[its_likealchemy]

It's a term of respect where I come from. [generally one used between people of the same social standing. not that he clarifies that, mind you, he just takes the bowcaster from her, testing its weight. it's likely huge compared to him, but so was Bianca]

{group a} // black thunder, white lightning, speed demons cry: the hell patrol

[slayerdom]

[ Once they split off, Buffy took group a due South of the meeting point. She'd done a lot of tracking in the past few days to be ready, following darkspawn instead of killing them, and it had all led her here. There were swarms of them, which was a world of bad news, but it was also a world of indicator that there was something nearby that they were protecting. Darkspawn were evil, not entirely stupid. ]

You guys ready? Looks like it's gonna get pretty ugly in there. [ She stoops short, looking down to the lower levels of the city from atop a building that she'd led them up onto, watching the darkspawn swarm. And they were going to jump right in the middle of it. ]

[abominable]

[In Anders opinion this was so much better than the deep roads. In fact he probably mentioned that, several times, and might mention it a few more times for prosperity. He doesn't bother to look down, he can feel the blighted things swarming and amassing like no tomorrow. Instead he keeps himself busy cracking his fingers and getting ready to rain fireballs down upon their heads.]

Just say the word, oh fearless leader. [He says with a small salute to Buffy's back.] Though if we're going for the whole stealth, surprise bit we might want to jump in soon, before the sods sense me lurking up here. They never get any less ugly, do they? I was rather hoping "space" monster might be a little more pleasant.

[breakmychest]

[Spike lets out a short, hard laugh.] What'd you expect? Chrome plated and shiny? Easily disabled with some sort of electro-magnetic pulse? We're never that lucky.

[He's stopped playing with his vibro blade, settling for carrying it in both his hands, ready to use it if-- no, when the time comes for combat.]

[its_likealchemy]

[Varric has his bowcaster in hand, resting against one shoulder, the lath pointed at the ceiling] Yeah, but think about how boring it'd be if they were actually easy to kill. It's make for one short and rather pointless story, that's for sure.

{group b} // night riders, death dealers, storm bringers tear up the ground

[slayerdom]

Re: {group b} // night riders, death dealers, storm bringers tear up the ground

[only_mostlydead]

[Once her team is assigned to her, Shepard makes sure that all weapons are in place, checks her team over once more, and waves them on. She's thankful to have Thane in her group and gives him a wry smile. Garrus would at least obey her in obeying his team leader, but Jack...

Well, she just hoped Buffy could handle the biotic.]

Thane, scout ahead and report anything that you see. I don't care if it's just a cat rolling around in the dirt. We're not running in blind. [There a long pause as she glances over the others before turning her gaze back on the drell.] Don't engage the enemy unless we're there. Move out. I've got a bet to win.

[go_in_peace]

[Thane gives her a nod at the wry smile- he was glad to be following her orders, especially considering he had never engaged these 'darkspawn' the way the others had. The group itself looked fully capable and organized, more so than he would have expected on short notice.

He nods again at her order.] Very well. [He takes a moment to place his hands together like a prayer, murmuring something softly to himself before he steps away, disappearing into the shadows noiselessly.]

scream late i apologize in advance for my baby gnat-sized attentionspan and lametag

[thatpompousprat]

[Once Thane heads off, Aedan folds his arms and waits. He's definitely not going to disagree with Shepard on the winning part. He had a reputation to keep with his junior wardens, after all. It wouldn't do if the team he was with lost.]

{group c} // fist flying, eyes blazing, they're glory bound: the hell patrol

[slayerdom]

[msattentionspan]

[This ... was not what she expected. She wasn't even on second string. Not that there were actual strings, but when sides were getting picked, she felt like she was the fat kid on the playground. Plus, this guy seemed like a tool. She could see why she got regaled to this group. It was like having Buffy with a penis. Big speeches about how they're the big savior of the group and how you'll be safe if you just follow their rules.

This was going to work out really well.

Ignoring the fact that she was already ticked off at her situation, she just bottled up the anger and prepared to use it on whatever came her way.]

Yeah. We're good. [Lucky for him, she was holding her commentary for later. You know, when he opted to open his mouth again.]

scream also apologizing for the late

[lyriumspecter]

[He supposed it could have been worse. He could've been stuck on the same team as the Abomination, so being stuck with Carver and having to follow him instructions isn't too bade. Carver, at least, was a capable Grey Warden and knew what he was doing.

So he's going to nod curtly when Carver gives the signal to head out.]

{party} // chrome masters, steel warriors, soul stealers ripping out hearts

[slayerdom]

[ All in all, by the time she dragged her group back to the meeting point to reconvene, broodmother slain, Buffy had to say they looked pretty damn good. No Blight at least -- which, y'know, she was gonna take to be a success. Some of them seemed a little worn around the edges, and she couldn't blame them. Once her own Slayer-high wore down, she'd probably crash right away and sleep until an obscene hour like noon or something. She stopped to rest her axe up against the wall, glancing around. ]

So, I don't know about you guys, but we just stopped the planet from spontaneous zombie apocalypse. I'm feeling party. Big party. Lots of food. [ She moved a hand to cover her stomach. Augh. Faith's ability to summarize the post-fight rush as succinctly as she had seemed to haunt her to this day. Isn't it crazy how slaying always makes you hungry and horny? She dropped her hand away from her stomach. Except for that second part. ]

[abominable]

[Anders spent most of the walk back alternating between never shutting up and trying to figure out whose blood was staining the side of his shirt and what the shape looked like. He finally settled on a tailless rat by the time they made it.

When Buffy mentions food he perks up.] We are growing monster slayers. Nothing brings out ravenous hunger like tentacle friendly broodmothers- ugh, why did I say that. My poor appetite, slain so soon. [Or it would be if Wardens weren't basically always hungry. Such a useful skillset.]

Go on ahead, eat, drink and be merry somewhere with enough blue ale to drown a man several times over. A healer should probably wait here just in case- I'll send anyone who comes by your way. Yes, yes, I know what you're thinking, handsome and selfless. I'm a gem. [He says, glancing just a bit nervously from where they came. He might be offering more because he was a bit worried about those still out there, especially the ones he liked, namely Aeden and Hawke.

Anders, Shepard, Hawke :|b

[only_mostlydead]

Did I hear something about appetites? [Shepard flashes a grim grin as she slowly makes her way towards the rendezvous point, her movements sluggish. Not because she was tired - she actually felt the best she's felt in weeks - or because of injury - one of the few things to be thankful for when fighting at long range - but because of the idiot on her team that she is half-carrying, half-dragging back, one arm wrapped around Hawke's waist as carefully as she dares to be.]

Forget food, I think a few drinks are in order. [Or more than a few. Shepard wouldn't complain. She glances around, not spotting Garrus, and instead heads towards the healer.] Hey, we could use help here.

:|b

[failedhorribly]

Oh, booze! [Hawke, for all the fact that she's white as a sheet and has about a third of a vibroblade lodged in her gut, is grinning like a madwoman. Which, let's face it, probably fits the situation] I have to say, I wouldn't say no to a drink or five. And potentially a new stomach. One of the two.