11084/Digging up Graves

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Digging up Graves
Date of Scene: 16 February 2020
Location: Brendan Cemetery, Sunnydale
Synopsis: Buffy encounters a grave-robbing Dean and suspicious are aroused. Others join the fray and misunderstandings abound.
Cast of Characters: Dean Winchester, Buffy Summers, Thomas Raith, Deadzone




Dean Winchester has posed:
The cemetery. Home of the dead. Dean's here to....oddly enough, figure out a mystery and get a lead. With Baby hidden nearby...Dean's got a shovel, and enough weapons five feet away to make any upstart militant group green with envy. If that group was two guys and a dog, though. Dean's got foot on shovel, shoving it into the earth fully intending to dig up where this supposed clue is. He's made sure of it being the right cemetery. Just one minor problem...

Nobody told him which grave it is. And he's not gonna go digging up the whole place. Nope. Dean slams foot on shovel, and stares at the headstone, then over to Baby. He got the Impala in here. How to get it out? That's a whole other problem. Though.h the fog's not helping much, Dean's wary. Fog is a bad sign, anything could be lurking in there...

So he's brought his gun under his jacket. Bettter hope the safety's on, Dean?

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers usually comes here for nightly patrols, given it's a hotspot for Vamp awakenings and hangout and oh yea midnight goth parties. All in all a hotspot for trouble. So she's got her backpack full of stakes and holy water and other useful things, plus her ever trusty tonfa with wooden stakes screwed onto the ends, strapped to her thighs and collapsed for easy travel. What she's not expecting, is to see the flirty guy from before, digging up graves. Sure she's heard of the Winchester brothers, but she's already a bit wary of Dean, "Okaaay, you'd better not be a body snatcher, cuz then I'd have to kill you, human or not. I mean that's just creepy." she rolls her eyes as she steps towards him.

Dean Winchester has posed:
Dean's got all that five feet away in a car. Pausing he whirls, shovel raised as if to beat the spooky thing....oh it's just Buffy.

"Oh...no" he says with a cocky smirk. "I'm not snatching bodies. See. It's for a book on how people used to steal bodies" he says. Yeah, like that'll work...when Dean's got a literal shovel in hand. A. Literal. Shovel. Setting it dowd Dean looks to Buffy. "What're you doing here anyhow?" he adds, phone ringing. "Ya? Hold on. Hold on. I got walked in on...no not like.......shut up!" Dean says, gritting his teeth. "Get. Go on. Get!" he says phone in pocket. Dean watches Buffy, "So" he says, adjusting his weight on his feet.

"What's a girl like you doing in a creepy spooky place here?" he asks. He's a decade older than Buffy, and taller, and more wel built. But....

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers just stands there staring at him, arms folded as she looks from the shovel to him, totally nit convinced. "Uh-Huh...lAnd I'm a pink and blue polka dotted kangaroo alien. What kinda fool you take me for, Dean?" she narrows her eyes but doesn't move. He may look bigger, stronger than her but she can easily punch his lights out if need be. "The only reason I haven't squashed you like a big yet is because you *kinda* helped me fight that demons n the other day, but I don't trust you, you're up to something, so spill.." as for herself, she just shrugs and laughs, "Don't you get it yet? I'm The Slayer, this is my job.."

Dean Winchester has posed:
Dean sighs. "You wouldn't suit pink and polka, Buffy" he says with a smirk. "It's not your colors. Besides. You" he nods to her. "Are the Slayer. So, you need colors that are strong, are powerful. And pink and polka dots don't exactly give off that image. That's more I'm learning to walk and crap my pants, color. That's not 'oh I am the Slayer' colors. Slayer colors are wood and dead vampire?" he asks. yes. Dean's doing the wholeair quote thing with his hands.

Giving Buffy a 'once over' look, Dean snickers. "So, I gotta ask. Did all that cheerleading you did get you to being a Slayer. Or did you using pom poms give you a weapon against vampires?" he asks. "No. Serious question. I knew a cheerleader in Lawrence, decided to cheerlead, got into a fight with her boyfriend, beat his ass for cheating on her. Turns out she beat him up with pom poms, with, check it. Brass knuckles" Dean says. That's not fazed him. Much. Mostly since Dean's not one for cheerleaders. Thankfully. He after all found the woman of his dreams. Ducking over to the Impala...he throws the shovel in the trunk, and leans into it, hiding or at least trying to hide what he's really doing...

Thomas Raith has posed:
The fog parts like a silken curtain and a man who may have stepped off the cover of a romance novel comes out of them. If he seems at all surprised by the tableau in front of him, it doesn't show on his easy grin. "Pink and Blue polka dotted /kangaroo/ alien." The White Court says amused. "Buffy I rerally want to see your costume drawer at this point. Who is your friend?" When Dean speaks his smile /slooooowly/ gets wider and he turns to look at Buffy more fully, "Wait /you/ were a cheerleader? Please tell me you stuill have the outfit. I will do anything."

Deadzone has posed:
Okay, so Tatum is a bad person. Dean's only human! He's soft and squishy and tastes good with ketchup! He has no powers to help him and his usual backup is off doing something else these days! So.. Tate lowjacked Dean's phone. Bad! Bad Tatum! Spying on the boyfr... no. Booty call? No, that's not right either. Friend with benefits? Meh, it'll do. Bad Tatum for spying on the FWB.

And so, Tatum is in a cemetary. At night. In the fog. She has her batons out and her nullification aura out. Okay, it doens't really help against demons, but better safe than sorry. She hears voices in the dark, stealthily making her way over in their direction.

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers positively glares at Dean, following him back to the car. Nope doesn't trust him at all. Oh yea and she's totally wearing pink pants that match well with her black shirt underneath her black winter coat. "Seriously? Just cuz I'm The Slayer I cant have a fashion sense?" she laughs, "Well my fashion sense Sure is better than yours and..." her eye twitches as he dares mock the Slayer with pompoms. "Okaaay fiiine, yes I WAS a cheerleader once but that was just a good guess. And if you wanna see how I really fight, I'd be happy to give you a demonstration." she grins wickedly as she tries to peer over his shoulder, trying to figure out what he's up to.

And then Thomas appears and her expression softens instantly. "Ohh..Thomas! Hey...Umm..." she blushes a bit, "Yeah, I guess I do somewhere..I'd be happy to show you some time.." Buffy smiles faintly at him while still keeping an eye on Dean, "What are you doing out here?"

Dean Winchester has posed:
Pom poms do deserve mockery. In Dean's world, too. He nods to Thomas then Buffy. "So, you got a cheerleading outfit hmm?" Dean asks. he's not stupid enough to get weapons when Buffy's there. it's a normal trunk. "I'm out here to follow up on a lead" he says simply, then turnss attention to Thomas. "So. What are /you/ doing here?" he asks the sex vampire. Then nods to Buffy. Dean's done a good deed for the day. Even if, even if his phone got lowjacked. Tate could borrow it. All she has to do is ask! That's all...

Dean looks to Buffy and slams the trunk closed. There. Mystery of what's in there solved. Usual things in the trunk.

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith smiles a lazy smile a,d glaces at Buffy, "Oh I thought I'd come out and watch your back... and if that ever stopped being entertaining, I thought I'd help out." He says in a playful tone, adding "Maybe take you for pancakes afterwords." He walks up to Buffy and offers her a soft, kiss on the lips. "So who is your friend?"

Deadzone has posed:
Tate can see the Impala. She's getting close. And those voices.... Tate keeps herself hidden, trusting no one. She's already figured out that Dean is *THE* Dean Winchester. That the show from world 3 is real here on world 6. It was bound to happen.

She hears the voice of a woman and another man and looks over the tombstone she's hiding behind. That blonde chick again. There is a moment of jealousy until the other man kisses her. 'Yeah! That's right. You keep your pretty blonde... blondeness away from Dean. Or I'll smack you so hard!' she mutters softly to herself.

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers smiles at Thomas, returning the kiss, stroking his hair briefly before letting go. "Mmm I still owe you a birthday present or two...Later.." she winks at him, glancing at Dean as he pretends to be all innocent. Which he's not. "Oh, this is Dean. Dean meet Thomas. And he's not really a friend, just one half of the Winchester brothers, a pair of normal humans who go around hunting demons. Or something." eyes narrow on him again, "Apparently he's in the habit of digging up graves too, although it seems I interrupted him this time." she hasn't spotted goth girl yet though.

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith ahhs slightly. "I've heard of you, the files my sister has on you and your brother's exploits are rather extensive." He says amused, tilting his head to take in the other man. "Don't worry though, she thinks you're more usful alive then dead for now." He slides his arm around Buffy and his hand into her back pocket. "So why would you go around digging holes in a cenetary Mr. Winchester? Aiding the rabbit's and groundhogs?

Dean Winchester has posed:
Dean's got a certain grin on his face...and he's making some very questionable gestures at the mention of a 'birthday present'. Using both hands, leaving little to the imagination. Oh he's an instigator. He's totally and utterly an instigator, he loves pushing buttons to get an advantage. "So you think I dig graves up?" Dean asks Buffy, then looks to Thomass silently, eyebrow raised. "I'd have thought you were too high class to be out here. Though pancakes. Pardon me, do you have any grey poupon?" he asks Thomas in an exaggerated English upper crust accent. Why not push all the buttons, Dean? One of them will respond...

Dean eyes Buffy. "Keep your nose out of the trunk, girl" Dean says. "There's a lot you can learn about a car by the trunk. This one's empty. Neat. Organized. Lack of corpses" he says and nods. "I'm Dean. I know your...." he pauses, unsure exactly of the relationship between Buffy and Thomas. Concubine is just begging to get hit where it hurts. "younger bed budy?" he guesses. Still holding up the neon 'kick my ass' sign there Dean. "I mean, if it works out, good on you guys. But...." Dean says with a look from Thomas to Buffy. "I....just..." he says, "You going to get her a coat as good as yours?" he adds with a genuine questioning look in his eyes. "Oh, sure. That's what it is, being a civic official for the rabbit and groundhog population. You nailed it" he adds with obvious sarcasm. "I'm following up a lead actually" he says with a smirk.

Deadzone has posed:
Tatum isn't quite close enough to make out what they are saying. Dammit. She could get closer, but that means blowing her cover and the blonde and her cuddle buddy haven't seemed to notice her yet. And so, Tate stays put. She keeps an eye on the pair, ready to back Dean up if he needs it. She watches the pair like a hawk, guaging their movements, looking for weak spots

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers blinks at Raith, drawing closer to him, "Oh you've heard of them? I mean, can they be trusted? I dunno, that Dean's pretty shady, and who's that goth girl who was riding the demon? Looked a bit like our vamp girl.." she rolls her eyes at Dean's further mockery but doesn't make a move yet. "Younger bed.....?" She clenches her fists, glaring at him some more, "Um he's my boyfriend. You got a problem with that? Considering your reputation, I'm pretty disappointed. Hey, we're supposed to be on the same side, but you're making it hard for me to trust you..What were you hoping to find, Dean? This is a hot spot for vampires don't ya know?" She kinda gets the feeling that she's being watched and she peers around curiously. But not seeing anyone, she shrugs, leaning in against Thomas as as she awaits a better explanation from Dean..

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith is fast. Superhumanly fast. And the move happens between two heartbeats. In a blur he is from Buffy's side to behind Dean, stomping at the back of his knee while simultaneously bringing a long wicked looking Kukri Knife around to press the bent blade agienst the side of the man's throat. "See funny thing." He says in a tone boarder line on conversational. "I don't mind people saying crap about me. Comes with the territory. People see me and are jealous, say things behind my back. Even to my face. I get it. " He twitches his wrist slightly and the sound of the blade agienst the other man's whiskers can be heard. "But I'll thank you to not disparage my girlfriend? I'm sure you intend to apologize, right?"

Deadzone has posed:
Tate thinks she makes out something about riding a demon. Could be talking about her. Mind you, Dean's demon hunting life is pretty busy. Could also be any number of people. Wait. Did she say vamp? Well, thank you! She hasn't really done herself up all femme fatale lately, but she'll take the compliment.

Tatum then sees the flash of movement from Thomas and her jaw clenches. Her power flares to reach him and she launches herself from behind her hiding spot, sliding over the trunk of the Impala with a foot extended to kick Dean's assailant away from him.

Buffy Summers has posed:
The movement happens so fast that Buffy isn't even ready to react. "Thomas! It's alright, he's just being stupid...Let him go.." her eyes widen in surprise though moreso that he respected her enough to be irritated by Dean's insulting comments, than that he's got him by the throat. "Umm Yeah, I think you owe me an apology, Dean.." nope, she's not gonna interfere. She trusts Thomas enough to know he won't cause any real harm to him. Tatum however, she wasn't expecting, "Look out!" she warns him, although he probably has that covered too.

Dean Winchester has posed:
Dean nods to Thomas, ignoring Buffy's petulance. "So you know of us. Good" he nods. Then oh shit. Blade. His throat. His whiskers, too. Dean stays still. "Yes" he says in a confident tone. Aaaaand here comes Tatum like an angry, good fuck, knight in....what the hell is she wearing, to save him? Well, this is a turnup for the books Normally it's Dean saving folks. Now though. He needs saving. Oh, tonight's already off to a rough start. Well....

Dean's staying still. If he makes the wrong move. he's dead. Well this is awkward...

Then again, Tatum's got his back (among other bits of him), however. Dean looks unimpressed by Thomas though. Something something same side.

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith sees Tatum coming and braces his legs slightly... and it's like she slide kicks into a solid wall, afterwards he looks down at her and smiles, eyes going from Blue to silver. "Now now, that's not very nice.." He says calmly, and then back to Dean, "Still waiting on that apology my friend. This really is a poor way to make introductions to new friends."

Dean Winchester has posed:
"Drop the blade and I'll apologize" Dean says. Back to trash talk."Or do you want me grovelling on my knees?" he asks. Unable to stop himself before he, well, lands himself in it more, he gives a theatrical apology to Buffy. A full on, theatrical one, because if there's anything Dean's learned over the years...it's hunting often means small loses for bigger gains.

Deadzone has posed:
Tatum comes to a complete halting stop when her foot lands on Thomas's hip. And then he looks at her with those eyes. She doubles down on her power, not used to her field not working. Hell, even Xavier himself has a difficult time with it! If it's not working, then it must mean... "Angel? Or Demon?" she asks him, her jaw set in anger.

She swallows, keeping her eyes on Thomas as she slides off the trunk, catching it with her hand to lift up. "So, which is it?" In her other hand, she holds her extendable baton at the ready.

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith eyerolls a bit, "Now you see," He says to Dean, still in that same conversational tone, "You had to get all crude to the lady and now things have devolved completely out of control." If anthing he sounds simply annoyed by the whole thing. "Buffy, your call. What would you like me to do?" then to Tatum he adds. "I'm Thomas by the way. Nice outfit. Is that an L.C. Dawson Corset, or just one of the Knock offs?"

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers narrows her eyes, stepping in between Tatum and Thomas. "Enough! We're on the same side you guys, so knock it off.." she draws a deep breath, resting a gentle hand on Thomas' shoulder, "It's okay, you can relax now..We just got off on the wrong foot. Dean, you'd better watch your tongue next time.." to Tatum she smirks, shaking her head, "Does it matter? He's with me, you can trust him.."

Deadzone has posed:
Tatum's jaw never relaxes. Her eyes dart away from Thomas for a second to glance at Buffy, her baton now moving to be between the two of them. "Neither. It's an original of mine." Why did she tell him that? Banter, with the guy holding a knife to her bed buddy's throat? "He's with you so I can trust him? I don't even trust you!" She lifts up the trunk, reaching into the stockpile for a bottle. Buffy would know that kind of bottle rather well. "So, which is it? Angel or Demon?"

Dean Winchester has posed:
Dean's so used too trash talk that, well, Dean watches Tate out the corner of his eye. She /knows/ that car as well as he does.If he didn't know better he'd suspect she's secretly a demon hunter?

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith does however trust Buffy and slowly, scraping a few more whiskers off of Deans throat just for effect, withdraws the knife and slides it back behind his back...Then sucker punches him like a frieght train across the jaw. "That was for saying not nice things about me. I'm sensitive." He steps away and back towards Buffy adding to Tatum, "Do you do comisions? My sister would love your work."

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers glares at Tatum, eyeing the holy water. "Hey goth girl, I said *enough*. Didn't we just fight a demon together the other day? Isn't that enough proof that we're on the same side? Just..Trust him, please..Thomas is one of the good guys, and a trusted ally of mine.." she's still keeping herself between Thomas and a Tatum, not trusting the latter, "Besides, if you DID touch him, I might just have to kill you.." the look in her eye suggests she may just be serious.

Deadzone has posed:
Tatum O'Neal pops the lid off the bottle when Thomas cold cocks Dean. Okay, Dean's mouth is his worst enemy, but she has a soft spot for the smart-alec. If he was also blue, furry and a multidoctrate genius, she'd be totally his. "I'm guessing demon," she retorts. She raises her hand, about to splash the holy water on Thomas when Buffy mentions the demon that they fought together.

The women glare at each other, each one defending their paramour. There is a long moment as the pair stare each other down and it starts to feel like it's about to come to blows when suddenly there is a quirk to Tatum's lips, a smile escaping. "As much as a chick fight might be fun? This guy," she says and gives Dean a gentle kick, "Doesn't need any more fuel for his spank bank."

Deadzone has posed:
Vampire. Tatum rolls her eyes. She hates those things. Her powers are a crap shoot, sometimes working, sometimes not. She looks to Dean and tilts her head, silently telling him to get up. "So, who are these people and exactly why am I not fighting them?" Pause and then a sigh. "And WHY are you digging up the cemetary? Ghost?"

Dean Winchester has posed:
Dean goes to speak....and gets sucker punched. "Ow. you /hit/ me" he says. It sounds, well, like Dean's complaining. Which makes it all the more un-Dean like. On the other hand, lack of blade to his throat's a good thing. The impending cat fight and kick, though. "Hey!" he says to Tatum "You think I'm gonna enjoy you two ladies in a hair pulling slap fight?" he asks. The smirk betrays that yes, he would, as he gets up and digs through the trunk. Tire iron? Won't do. Time to dig into the stash. No not /that/ stash that's under the back seat (allegedly, anyhow), the stash in the trunk. The one that's very useful for kicking demon ass. Out comes a journal, and Dean flips it open. "Thomas. Would you be Thomas Manarra, fashion magnate, or Thomas Caldez, Spanish chef? Or" he says looking to Thomas....but avoiding his eyes, going through pages. "Raith. Thomas Raith maybe?" he asks. "In which case, rumor has it, you're asking for trouble by being with a slayer. My father figured out you're hurt by true love. So..." Dean says...leaving the insulting question unsaid.

Looking over to Tatum, Dean raises his palms. ?B?#Because I got a tip from a gypsy woman that there's a Helmouth here and I need to find a body to get some magical artifact, yadda yadda. I think she just wanted somebody to dig up a body, come to think of it" Dean admits, not dropping his trash talk. Instead he sets the journal back in the trunk. "Now what's a Raith like you doing with a girl like Buffy, a girl whose job it is, to, I don't know....slay vampires?" he asks. He's genuinely curious. "Seems like an odd pairing to me."

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers keeps her eyes on Tatum, crouching slightly in a defensive stance. She's not really sure what holy water would do to Tho as but she's not taking any chances. Still Buffy doesn't make the first move. "Heh.." she shrugs, relaxing. "Not worth it. We should save our energy for fighting demons together." Buffy offers the girl a hand, "The name's Buffy. The Vampire Slayer. And he's Thomas." she grins at Thomas and nods, "And pancakes sound delicious. Your place or mine?" she glances at Tatum and Dean. "Sooo you guys wanna keep fighting pointlessly or shall we grab a bite to eat instead?" She just rolls her eyes at Dean, refusing to answer that.

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith also rolls his eyes looking amused. He puts his arm back around Buffy and kisses her lightly again. "If you must know, I think she keeps me around for the sex. But it might be my cooking." He says rolling his eyes. "And I'd also point out, i'm not really the sort of Vampire you folks normally need to worry about. We're not the Blood sucking, soul loosing, sleep in a coffin sort." He considers, "Most of us are pretty evil, but we're a different sort. And if that is holy water all you are going to do with it miss is make me wet. And this is a new shirt."

Deadzone has posed:
Tatum takes a step back from the other two, bringing her closer to Dean protectively. The fact that she does not like or trust the other pair is not masked in the slightest. She shrugs to Buffy, having seen her kick ass fairly well with the demon. She takes the hand offered, shaking it briefly. "Tatum. Mutant." She leaves off the X-Man title. After all, the whole point of being in a secret super team is that it's secret. Not her style, but she follows the rules. She arches a brow as Buffy refers to herself as a vampire slayer. "And you're... dating a vampire? So... by slayer, you actually mean layer?"

She seals the bottle and puts it back in the trunk. She scowls at Thomas, not happy with the fact that she is finding him rather attractive. She suspects vampire magic. Grr. "Pancakes would be good, but not in anyone's house. Neutral territory, if you don't mind."

Dean Winchester has posed:
Dean agrees with Tatum. "Neutral territory. Let's all stroll in and get food, neutral territory" he says, cracking a smirk at tatum's quip and edging a little closer to her, watching Tatum out the corner of his eye for a moment, the movement almost possessive. Almost. He smiles a slow, deliberate smile. "So. Thomas. Where do you propose we get pancakes from?" he asks.

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith smiles casually and shrugs. "There is this Pancake House near here, big chain, paractically International." He says slightly amused, moving in closer to Buffy and nodding slightly as if he were being clever. "My Treat." He adds, as if that will allay any and all suspisions.

Dean Winchester has posed:
It doesn't. Dean's more suspicious. And resolving just /how/ to deal with Thomas. Maybe if they get pancakes, the uber sexy guy will have too much syrup and wire his jaw shut with sticky, sweet things? Dean can hope. His jaw hurts like hell. Oh he'll find a way to get Thomas back for this...

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers grins, "Well I'm in, hopefully we can manage to eat at the same table without fur flying hmm?" she rolls her eyes at Tatum, "So what if I am? Like I said he's a good vamp, and I'd trust him with my life." and with that she grasps Thomas' hand, letting him lead the way to pancakes..