1080/Strife in Sunnydale!

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Strife in Sunnydale!
Date of Scene: 21 June 2017
Location: Sunndale, Bludhaven
Synopsis: Weird things are happening in Sunnydale and they seem to be centered around Ares being in town.
Cast of Characters: Ares, Buffy Summers, Angel, 1061, Spike




Ares has posed:
    The night of the Greek Invasion of Sunnydale was otherwise a quiet night. At least for most of its citizens. There's been some strangeness going on, but nothing too entirely out of the ordinary. Some sort of hit and run down at the Ritz/Carlton left a Wonder Bread truck totaled as well as some of the cars there. Something big must have hit all of them and took off, but nobody saw anything and the police frequencies are abuzz about it. Also apparently old man Hutchens' sports store was broken into, but that happens every other week.
    But right now, in Sunnydale, under the heavy hanging clouds and the rampant moon tall in the night's sky, it's quiet. Occasionally a car rolls by down the street, and far off in the distance there might be a civilian walking along. Yet one would hardly imagine the place could be endangered, no matter what that big oaf who claimed to be a deity said.
    The guy was probably full of nonsense, and that other Slayer with him was probably just playing up the lie, laughing at everyone who believed it after they left. The jerks.
    Then again, the air seems to carry a feeling of... potential. Arcane or otherwise, as if the world had taken a breath and was holding it.

Buffy Summers has posed:
It's been intersting so far. She's tried to stab a god then run into the self-same jerk running around with the kleptomaniac slayer with a penchant to stab first and ask questions later.

Oh wait, she'd done with with Ares herself. But she's still better than the dark haired slayer because she doesn't break into lockers. And try to kill allies. Not that she knew they were allies but the woman keeps threatening allies nonetheless.

Buffy had gone to the library to deliver the message to Giles. Only to find he was out. So she left a message for him and headed back out on patrol. She'd warned her friends to stay indoors if at all possible until she was sure this was a false alarm. Something in the air made her fear ir wasn't. So she put out a phone call to an old ally, asking if he had time might he come help out for a night or two.

She has no idea if he will. For now, she does the only thing she can do. She patrols. For monsters mythologial or otherwise. She's already hit the main avenues and now she's working on the cemetaries.

Angel has posed:
    Angel stalks around the area, knowing that there would be a surprise or two waiting for him. His senses are on alert, and his gaze takes in the area, even in darkness.

    Angel sniffs the air, and shakes his head. HIs whole body showed that he was taught and paying close attention, ready for something to happen. It was the mystic "electricity" in the air that had him on edge. That and the woman he spots ahead of him. It was the second time Angel had seen her, well, since it all went down. It was still tough. Even after the phone call asking for his help. Now that was a tough conversation on the phone.

    Coming out of the shadows, Angel says, "Buffy." One word conveys so much meaning. Feeling. Even though it was said with an attempt at cold dispassion. Ah hell, he could never do that, even when he was Angelus. He always hid his feelings behind painful words. Words they had never really gotten over. "I'm here. What's going on? The phone call was kind of...strange. Some God or something, causing problems? Again? Another one?" Angel shakes his head, and crosses his arms across his chest.

Ares has posed:
    If there is one thing that the forces of darkness don't care for, it's societal awkwardness in relationships. They just keep on chugging away with the evil even if it makes things awkward for the fighters of goodness. Yet at times it provides them with a few moments for a breather and a connection.
    Yet around them they can still feel the subtle pressure of the mystical, with plenty of power in potentia considering the location of SunnyDale and the added stirring of the metaphysical plot with the addition of the mythological. There on that street corner in the quiet of the night they'll hear naught for a good bit of time...
    But then distantly... quietly... there might be the hint of some sort of rhythmic thrumming, like the hum of a generator. It leads off and away from them, deeper into the Brendan Cemetary.

Buffy Summers has posed:
It shouldn't be hard seeing him. It still is. It hurts deep inside where all those words sliced her heart to ribbons. Not that she didn't do her part to destroy things. Killing someone tended to have that effect.

"Angel, thank you for coming," she says in a careful tone, for once trying to control her mouth and only say what she actually wants to instead of whatever comes into her head. "Ares, Mars, John. Whatever he wants to call himself. God of War came into town. I tried to get him to leave but he stayed." That's a nice way of saying she stabbed him. "Now this is going on. I'm guessing someone doesn't like him and with the Hellmouth, it just added up to a big mess. There's also another Slayer running around." Which implies she died too. They should get jackets and start a club! No, don't say that outloud.

At the sound, her head whips that direction and her hand goes into the messenger bag slung at her side. She reaches out with her senses to see if there is more to pick up as she automatically heads toward the noise.

Angel has posed:
    "No problem Buffy. I'll always be here for you when you need me." Angel looks at her with a sober expression. He wants to say more, that is obvious. Instead, he stops, and lets Buffy finish. "Ares. THE God of War? Greek God? Now that is something new." Angel's frown actually goes deeper and darker.

    "Another Slayer. Isn't that impossible?" Angel forestalls comment by raising his hand, and smiling, slightly. "Nevermind. I should know better than to say that word. Impossible." Angel chuckles.

    "Wait...do you hear that? It sounds like a thrumming. Deeper into the cemetary..." Angel pauses, concentrating. "That can't be right. What would be making that noice INSIDE the cemetary?" Angel's eyes look into the gloom, but so far, he doesn't pick up anything. That was strange in and of itself.

     Angel does note that Buffy does hear it. So it must be pretty close than. She takes off towards it, and although flatfooted by her rapid response, quickly catches up. "This should be...interesting.

Ares has posed:
    It doesn't take long to rush through the cemetary, to step along those paths and see around the great sweep of crypts and tall gravestones. The spookiness, at this point, is surely lost on them. The two of them have seen a great many horrors and in some ways are their very own horrors in the eyes of some beings. Yet their pace is quick, and high above the moonlight seems to follow after them.
    Around a bend and past a small hillock with a copse of trees high upon it, at the corner of the cemetary where the old wrought iron fencing and some of the tombs have fallen into disrepair... there is a swirling purple tornado of sorts, protoplasmic tendrils reaching out from the heights of it even as faint waves of ethereal energy seem to emanate, giving life to that thrumming sound.
    Yet as concerning as that vortex may be, it might be all the more disconcerting to see bits and pieces of the detritus from there swirling together into humanoid shapes. Lengths of rusted fencing, old twisted branches, fractured rocks and broken stone all coming together into the silhouettes of tall creatures holding glowing spears in their hands, with eyes that gleam in the light from the moon.

Buffy Summers has posed:
Their movements are practiced, at ease with one another going toward oddness instead of away from it. Buffy and Angel have danced this dance often. They know how to work as a team, balancing each others strengths and weaknesses. Despite their past, it's automatic to go back into those practiced patterns. The situation prohibits her from explaining the slayer situation and their theory for how it happened. It's not something she likes to think about because it brings everything to the front of her mind. An expiration date already stamped on her life because she's the Slayer. The dangers she faces every night and sometime, she won't be fast enough. She won't know how to deal with a monster and she'll lose.

Seeing a purple vortex of energy that is creating macabre creatures kind of hammers that point home.

"Are you seeing what I'm seeing or is that jalapeno Sriracha burger coming back to haunt me?"

Angel has posed:
    Ignoring the darkness and despair of the graveyard, Angel moves fast, but only fast enough to stay with Buffy. Funny how they moved so well together...like a well oiled machine. Also, if he was ahead of her, he couldn't protect her from whatever was making that noise.

    Scanning carefully and stretching out with his senses, he can feel it before he can see it. A...purple tornado? Now that WAS a first. WHat was that?

    "Um. Buffy. Yeah. I am seeing that." Angel nods towards the figures and the glowing spears. With a quick motion, Angel pulls his sword out of wherever it was always hidden. Many had asked where it was and how he kept it out of prying eyes, to which he always replied with a wry smile and a quick changing of the subject.

    "So much for a quiet night patrolling for Gods, huh?" Angel smiles, the warmth reflects in his eyes. "Once more unto the breech!" With that, Angel leaps forward, attempting to impale the first...thing...with his sowrd!

Ares has posed:
    The chaotic forms of detritus all seem to look up as one as soon as Angel breaks cover. There is no communication between them and yet they move in unison like a machine composed of debris. Four of them are fully formed, each holding a gleaming spear and turning to set formation against Angel's rush. Shields snap into position, one has a gravestone as one, another has an old trash can lid, and another just a series of broken rocks held together by whatever mystical force is empowering them.
    But then Angel is on them, his blade slashing around and clanging hard off of that tombstone, causing a spider-web of cracks to fracture its surface and to make the energy binding the legionnaire to flash and weaken. It reels on its back foot even as the other three menace the heroic vampire.
    Yet while this is happening more of the monsters are coalescing together, debris taking the shape of these arcane Hoplites.

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy isn't a swordswoman but that doesn't mean she avoids sharp pointy things. Case in point, she breaks a machete out of that messenger bag, popping the guard off the blade as she draws. The bag is slung tugged backwards, so it is behind her, as she follows Angel into battle. She goes for the nearest fully-formed creature, swinging the blade and meeting a trash can lid for her efforts. "Why do I feel like I'm playing King Arthur with my kid sister?" she asks as she hears the metallic impact of the two objects. She spins quickly, bringing the blade around and coming past the edge of the lid, spearing the Hoplite in its chest.

Immediately, she pulls the blade free and as it tries to recover, she goes for a slice to the neck to see if head removal will stop the thing from being animated.

The bad thing is, with her pulse pounding and her muscles moving with teh adrenaline of the moment, she feels more alive than she ever does any other time. She's smiling as she goes for that kill.

Angel has posed:
    Angel notes that he has one on the ropes, but changes his tactics somewhat, and slips in behind one of the uninjured caricatures that was slightly to his left, recovering from his rush. Buffy, tackles the one on the right. With a reverse thrust, he jabs his sword into the centre of the "thing", and with a massive riposte, uses all of his strength to rip it apart.

    Angel grins at Buffy's words. "Well, does that make you Lancelot or me King Arthur, or both?" Angel grimaces, as he feels the cut from the creature he ignored.

    "Buffy! Full frontal isn't working!" Angel grimaces, as he is wounded by the hammering of the three creatures menacing him. Maybe the charge wasn't a good idea. "They appear to be replenishing their ranks!" Angel nods towards the new ones. "It must be the purple rift!" Angel yells over the din of combat, as he clenches his jaw, parring a blow towards his head from the third creature.

Ares has posed:
    And true to Angel's words more of the Hoplites coalesce around a central core of energy. But it is that core that Buffy is able to stab through, that she is able to bring to its 'knees' in a clatter and then when it lifts its helmeted head her blade slices through where the neck should be. With each strike there's a /FLASH/ of light that seems to rob the creature of its strength, and when she takes that strike through its neck it flashes again... then all of its constituent parts fall to the ground with a heavy rattle.
    Another goes to pieces in front of Angel as his own blade slices clean and is /torn/ free of the creature, its purple energy seeming to surge forth from where its mouth would be like a silent scream of power that is suddenly silenced as he spins away. The others try to keep on him, the tips of their spears lancing out and at the most tearing a small bit of fabric.
    One of the monsters slashes its shield through where Angel was standing but a moment ago, though that energy that had been dissipated from the fallen seems to flow back towards the vortex, drawn by those long purple tendrils, being brought back into the top of that tornado and then being splashed downwards onto the remaining debris.

Buffy Summers has posed:
"Off with their heads!" Buffy yells in triumph as she finds a weakness. She moves to help Angel with his trio of admirers. One has the mind, using the term loosely since he has a rock for a head, to try and block with his spear but he is a moment too late as she gives him a trim at about shoulder level.

"You're Arther. I was always Lancelot cause he's more badass," she continues, falling into the commentary as easily as she does the combat. She can't help it. She babbles. It's her nature. Otherwise evertyhing just piles out in her brain and comes out in a single rush which is so ugly that no one should ever be subjected to trying to follow it.

As that one goes down, she catches that the energy is going back into the vortex. Only to be sent back out again. "This is an infinite loop," she comments, ducking under another strike and sending a blow that breaks off an arm. It doesn't seem to slow the thing down though. "I need to try to go for that tornado!"

Not really one of her better plans but if that's the cause, the only thing she knows to do is attack it. That's what happens when she leaves her witchy BFF at home. She has to do stupid things <tm>.

Angel has posed:
    Angel winces. Buffy's words made him smile, but the thought of doing a headless dance was not one he thought he wanted to pursue. Looking at Buffy, his thoughts hidden, Angel didn't realise he was smiling, widely, at her. His feelings were...obvious, as he admires her form and her abilities. Angel laughs! "Well, I guess I'm Arthur then. At least I get a cool sword! I don't know about you being more badass though!" With that, Angel swings again, decapitating the latest addition to their kill squad.

    "Ouch!" Now that was painful. Angel can feel the blows landing, tearing through his clothes. So far he hadn't been injured except for a few scratches. After all, he wasn't a super hero. He wasn't invulnerable, although he healed pretty fast. It was his speed. He was trying not to be there, moving and parrying. Protecting Buffy as she did the same for him. What a team!

    The bad thing? An infinite loop? This purple vortex/thing was creating new things faster than they could destroy them. It was something else, a solution that was right there, in front of them. What was it? "Buffy, wait, we don't know what it can do...?"

Dr. Mid-Nite (1061) has posed:
    Matters quickly come together to present a grim equation that Buffy and Angel can discern rather easily. Those creatures are going to keep coming and coming so long as the vortex is surging forth with mystical energy and replenishing the fallen hoplite creatures composed of debris. Even as they both slash several down, they can see only a small distance away the creatures whorling back together, sometimes different pieces becoming different parts of another legionnaire.
    The roaring of the vortex grows louder as Buffy starts to make her approach at it, even as those creatures snap step together and lock shields, presenting the points of their spears at her and trying to hold her off as if it needs time, just a little more time...
    But then the moment breaks as abruptly there is a loud /crash/ as a tree on the other side of that mangled wrought-iron fence falls into it and crushes one of the legionnaires underneath it. Something had been hurled at the trunk of that tree. And it becomes clear that whatever it was... is getting up right now.
    A larger being composed of debris and refuses /rises/ from the mass, looking at a glance like some sort of horned beast with a great two handed sword that it raises in anger as it trumpets its defiance...
    Only for its roar to be broken off into a contorted scream as a figure /leaps/ through the air and lands into that monster feet first, causing it to lose its balance and fall. A large sword is raised, and then lowered with finality, causing the larger creature to lose shape, its parts falling to the ground...
    And then the man who had slain it, a being in dark shadowy armor with wisps of night swirling around it, its great plumed helmet lifting to focus blazing red eyes from a face that's hidden in the depths of that helm. It looks first to Buffy, then to Angel and gestures with the sword in its off hand.
    "The Vortex!" His voice is a wild and deep thing with primal abandon as he growls, "Seal it with this."
    And with no hesitation he sends his rather large battleaxe whirling through the air straight at Buffy.

Buffy Summers has posed:
    Things were looking bleak. Buffy was determined she was going to get to the vortex and at least try to disrupt it, with her own body if necessary. The machete would no doubt be useless. As her passage is blocked, she fights back-to-back with Angel against the Hoplites, taking down a few as she tries to get to the purple swirl of doom. That's going to be the name of it forever more in her mind. If forever is more than the next few minutes.

As the giant entity appears, she hesitates and takes a cut to the arm for her inattention. She quickly spins, taking down the creature by cutting through what would be a neck if it was a human. It goes down in pieces. "You take the monster, I'll take the purple swirl of doom?" she suggests to Angel.

Only the problem is resolved when an ally arrives. She's assuming it's an ally. It jumped on the big monster and isn't attacking. The God of War is her guess. Which is pretty epic. The Guy.

As the battleaxe is thrown her way, she tosses the machete end-over-end in the direction of a Hoplite and catches the axe. Barely. It's as heavy as she is. She is spun around in a circle but she shifts her grip, two-handed, using that blade to take out the other creatures blocking her passage to the vortex.

Using her entire body to back the swing, she uses a spin attack, gaining momentum with the turning of her form as she raises the blade over her head. It comes down sharply into the middle of the purple energy.

Angel has posed:
    Angel nods. Trying his best to take down what needed to be taken down to protect Buffy, Angel says, "Got it!" That was when the new arrival arrives.

    Angel doesn't have a chance to stop anything at this point. He has been distracted by the combat enough that the new arrival arrives, does his thing, and hurls the axe at Buffy. Surprise was written all over his face, as he hopes she catches the axe, and it doesn't split her in two. Because, at this moment, Angel was too far away to make a difference, even at his enhanced vampiric speed.

    "Buffy!" Angel yells above the din of the vortex, and the combat. Watching as the events unfold, he is impressed by the raw grace and power Buffy unveils as she does what she does. Almost in awe, Angel watches her do what she does best. Angel gets in the way of the beast enough for Buffy. She grabs the axe, barely, and delivers the, hopefully, coup de grace!

Spike has posed:
There's a trail of wheeled tracked marks in the cemetery, leading to a man in a black coat, which is pushing a stand up dolly with a large white box with red etching. Overtop of it, there is a blue and white box. It's a new flat panel TV, and the smaller box is to hang it on the wall. It looks to be in good condition, so the obvious question is, where did he get it, and how? Knowing Spike, he probably nicked it. But it's kind of big for him to simply steal.

And also, where did he get the dolly. He's heading towards his crypt when he hears the commotion. Looking to his new toy, and then to the sounds coming from afar, he frowns. "Bugger this!" And he sets the dolly down, and then starts jogging towards the noise. But he stops, spinning around, and looks over the area. He grabs a few branches, covering the TV, the box, hoping to hide it as if it were a bush. It's a very poor job of hiding it. But at least it's something.

Then he heads over to the vortex and the others. Seeing the group, he nods his head. He speaks, his voice a little out of breath, even though vampires don't need to breathe. "Buffy, Poof, John... hang on a tic, you got that $50 you owe me?" The last part was directed at John Aaron, and then to Buffy, his voice softens, "what can I do to help?"


Dr. Mid-Nite (1061) has posed:
    With a grimace, the man known as John Aaron rips the helmet from his head and takes a few deep steadying breaths. The creatures and the vortex field flicker and zaps out of reality with a sputtering cascade of purple energy that leaves barely a glare in the moonlight, and just the fresh scent of pine needles for some reason. But it's an end to the chaos, an end to the madness for now and it leaves the defenders of Sunnydale there to catch their breaths.
    Meanwhile, the God of War grimaces and advances on the two, standing beside them. "Have you found your watcher yet?" He asks, even as his heavy footfalls crush the debris under foot. He looks between Buffy and Angel, nodding his head in greeting to the other warrior as he extends a hand for his axe back from Buffy. "Good soldiering, the both of you."
    But then Spike arrives and the usually incognito Olympian turns to look at the man. "Spike?" He asks, recognition there on the tall man's face. The last time he'd seen the man was in a... bar in Manhattan?
    He snorts, "I won that bet fair and square."

Buffy Summers has posed:
As the purple energy dispersees, Buffy lets the axe sag in her hold. It's really the best she can do now that the momentum is gone. It's too heavy for her to really whip it around and do a big fancy showy victory celebration. She's breathing heavily, bleeding from her arm and smiling so wide her face hurts. "We did it!"

In case anyone had missed that.

As Ares walks over, she holds up the axe to hand back to him, trying not to be envious of his strength to be able to wield it. She does make a mental note to get one of those. Smaller. Lighter. It's too cool not to add to her arsenal.

"I left a message for Giles. He wasn't in and hasn't returned my call yet so figured I should get out here to help instead of sitting around waiting."

That he recognizes Spike makes her look between the two, frowning a bit. But why not? It's Spike. He's evil. Most of the time. Of course he knows the God of War on a first name basis.

Angel has posed:
    Angel notes Spike's arrival with a frown, and a, "Spike. Shouldn't you be hiding somewhere, buried in a crypt or something? Run along, and let the adults handle things." Angel turns to stare at the first new arrival, the "man" that Spike called John and watches him remove his helmet as the puple vortex fades from view. "Who are you and what is going on?" Angel asks, his sword still ready for battle if need be.

    Angel turns to Buffy. "Your Watcher...is this the man you spoke of Buffy? How does he know that you have a Watcher?" Angel looks back at "John". "Thank you. I would thank you for your help as well. You...arrived just in time and your axe seems to have won the day - with Buffy's final blow, of course." Angel smiles at Buffy. "Well done Buffy."

Spike has posed:
"Fair and square?" Spike repeated to John Aaron. "You knew the rules going in, and you broke them. You weren't allowed to touch my glass." Spike had bet John that he could drink three pints faster than John could drink three shots, with the only rule being that they weren't allowed to touch each other's glasses. John easily drank two shots, and after Spike had finished his first pint, he turned the mug upside down, and overtop of John's glass, winning the bet, or so he thought. John ended up using a napkin to avoid touching Spike's glass to remove it, so he could win the bet. And Spike hasn't forgiven him yet!

Actually, Spike doesn't know the god of war. He's never met Ares as Ares, just as John Aaron, and probably as a few other incarnations over the years, but never as the God of War. He's a little saddened when Buffy frowns in greeting. What did he do this time?

Spike ignores Angel's words, and instead fixates on the sword. "That's an awfully big sword there mate. Are you sure you're not compensating for something? Nevermind, I'm sure it was a gift with purchase for your industrial strength grooming kit. Tell me, what's it like running vibranium bristles through your hair? I've always wanted to try it. Next time I'm in Empire Bay, I'll nick yours. Hey, what are you doing up here, anyway?"

Then to Buffy, his voice changes from angry sarcasm to soft and tender, "sorry I got here late. Wish I could have helped. But somebody had to patrol the town while you lot were dealing with... whatever that was." Yes, he was thinking of the people of Bludhaven. That's his story and he's sticking to it.


Ares has posed:
    The God of War grimaces and nods to Buffy. "If we can gain word with him his knowledge may be useful." For those who have met him before, the being before them is not so much the calm construction worker John Aaron. He's instead more intense, eyes locking onto each person as they speak and seeming to accept their updated information as his due, processing it, and then issuing 'orders' in a way.
    He shifts his gaze to Angel and gives a grunt of acceptance, "I am John Aaron, formerly Ares, formerly Mars and Orion. God of War and Carnage." The words are delivered with a simple steady patter as if he were reciting the bus schedule. He gestures to the side with the gladius in his hand, even as he slings the battleaxe over his back. "I had come here to seek a furthering of my task as builder of great works and constructor in the world's greatest city. Now, lo, I am set upon by the creatures of Zeus or Hades."
    He looks towards Buffy and squints, "Yet they know that there are slayers here and for some reason have ill will towards you and yours."
    But then he shoots a glance at Spike and grimaces, "Alright alright, but after this we go double or nothing on something else." He points a gauntleted hand with extended finger at the other vampire. But then he looks at each of them in turn. "Still, we should allocate our resources to the best possible locations. Are there any other individuals you can gain the aid of?"

Buffy Summers has posed:
"Thank you for at least trying, Spike," Buffy says, being actually nice to him for once instead of telling him off. He's been an ally of late, despite how annoying he can be. And a friend when she needed someone to listen. She shifts her gaze to the other vampire in the group. "Angel, I couldn't have done it without you."

Then she looks at Ares. Her breathing is back to normal and she is trying not to be offended by this entire situation. "Well, this town is an opening to Hell anyway. Literally," she adds, so he doesn't think she's exaggerating. "I'm guessing mix that with whatever stuff you mythological types have and that leads to us getting to battle...whatever we battled." She moves to pick up her machete then takes the blade guard out of her messenger bag. It's snapped into place over the edge then the whole thing disappears into the satchel.

"I will head over to Giles' place again, see if he's shown up yet. I'm not sure what's going on with his phone. "The only other allies are mostly human although my bestie is a witch. She may be able to get with Giles and come up with something. So two vampires, two slayers, a witch, a watcher and a god of war." She considers. "Sounds like we just need to have them walking into a bar and it'd be the start of a very bad joke."

Angel has posed:
    Angel poignantly ignores the barbs from Spike. Again. Shaking his head, he sighs, and listens carefully to what the "God of War" says to him, but not before saying, "We're here patrolling. Buffy called me to come and help her. This is big." Oh, that brought a smile to his lips. "Funny. I guess she thought I would be a more effective partner to deal with this menace than you, Spike." Now that had to stick in his craw.

    Turning back to Ares, Angel continues to listen, absorbing the information he revealed. Angel then returns his sword to where it was concealed on his back, and crosses his arms across his chest.

    Angel's frown is fully visible to all present, and his eyes don't leave John. Well, except to ensure Spike is being a good boy, glancing his way every once in a while. Too much testosterone. And you better believe that Angel notices the soft and tender tone Ares has when speaking to Buffy. Indeed. His eyes narrow, and he watches the "man" carefully. More brooding.

    Angel nods to Buffy. "No worries. I'm here when you need me Buffy." Angel chuckles at Buffy "lightening the mood". "Good idea Buffy. Maybe I should head that way as well, make sure that everything is okay." Angel offers. "It was good having you on the team Ares. John. Whichever. I have a few teammates that can help us out. We'll bring in whomever we need to get this done." Angel nods, and turns to leave.

Spike has posed:
Spike's left eyebrow raises when John explains that he was once Ares, Mars, Orion, God of War and Carnage. In this town, that made perfect sense. Anywhere else, and Spike would be suggesting the man get a C.A.T. scan. Glad that the God of War was going to pay up, or at least, offer double or nothing. "Suits me just fine, but you're buying. I'm sure you've got enough gold laying about somewhere to go swimming like Scrooge McDuck." He was already thinking of ways to trick the God of War again.

Spike got a thank you. Angel got a 'I couldn't have done it without you'. Even Spike couldn't spin that one into a win for him. The smile from Angel didn't help. But then, Spike didn't let things like that phase him. It's part of his charm. He never brooded or moped. He preferred to act. "Well, if you folks have this little disturbance sorted, somebody's got to ensure that the rest of Bludhaven is safe. I was just heading back to my crypt for a quick spot of blood. A man work's up an appetite battling all manner of beasties. I'll join you in a bit?" And that might let him sneak that flat panel TV into his crypt, if nobody else has nicked it by now.


Ares has posed:
    A look around is given and he frowns. Ares scratches at the stubble of his beard and says levelly, "Best for us to have patrols operating around a central location. We need communications established. The patrols come into contact and get word to our reinforcing elements. I will remain on standby and at the first sign of trouble move to back the patrol."
    He looks between the three of them and grunts, "I have no right to ask of you these efforts, nor can I assure you of victory. I can only tell you that you fight for this land, and if you hold any affection for it I will bleed with you at your side." Ares tilts his head sharply to the side, the joint giving a rough crackle of cartilage then takes a deep breath.
    "Shall we be about it then?"