11224/And the vamps keep on coming..

And the vamps keep on coming..
Date of Scene:	22 March 2020
Location:	Brendan Cemetery, Sunnydale
Synopsis:	Buffy forms an alliance with Spawn
Cast of Characters:	Buffy Summers, Spawn
Tinyplot:	Blood of the Ancients

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Buffy Summers has posed:
It is late evening in the cemetary and Buffy's been tirelessly fighting vamps for a few hours now. Normally her patrols were quicker than this - way quicker, so something just be up. Surely vamps have never been this abundant in the past, right?

Of course she does get a brief break in between, enough to actually sit on a park bench and open her carefully packed sandwich, "Okaay, I know it's like, gone midnight here, but I'm pretty starving and even The Slayer needs a time out. So like, gimme a sec ti recharge..Okay?" and she's totally talking to thin air, because for once the vamps are allowing her a brief pause from fighting as she digs into her sandwich with a flourish. "Mmm tuna salad..." shoulda packed some wine too...

Spawn has posed:
    Across from her, what looked like a friendly dancing man in a business suit was approaching and getting ever closer, a pep in his step and a song in his heart as he got close enough to reveal that scrunched face, those gleaming yellow eyes and the pointed fanged incisors of a true predator. In his hands, being tossed back and forth, was a kukri knife. And as he closed the distance, hopping toward a lamp post only to slide back down with a musical flourish, the man practically sang.

    "Tuna? I remember, I used to love tuna! But now, I've found there are other fish in the sea, whose blood spills so delicouslyyyy-GLLK!"

    Sadly for the man, his attempt to leap on to the park bench was interrupted, as in mid-air a chain seemed to shoot outward and wrap tightly around the undead creature's throat. Almost panicking, the dead thing kicked his feet helplessly as behind him, a pair of glowing green eyes were visible.

    "I fucking hate musicals."

    The chain retreated, removing the vampire's head from its body, and causing the thing to evaporate in orange flame and screaming dust.

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers is about to dig into her much needed, tasty sandwich when the musical vamp decides to interrupt her. And she barely took one bite, even! "Ohh...Please. Are you kidding me? A musical vamp? I mean, sheesh, two guesses as to what you were before you died..."

She's about to launch herself at said vampy before he can make HER into a sandwich. And then an unexpected - and totally uninvited - guest arrives, and she sits yo straight, Slayer sense a tingling.

"Who goes there?" eyes narrow, peering into the darkness. Dammit, she's not gonna finish the sandwich tonight, is she.

Spawn has posed:
    "Slayer. It's been a long time."

    From out of the shadows, the figure emerges. Tall, that red cape swept up around him as it swayed and flickered at the edges, those green eyes burning so bright they were pouring smoke that traveled up into the night sky. The figure didn't seem particularly afraid of the beasties there in the darkness, but he also didn't seem particularly thrilled.

    "These dead pieces of trash are more bold than they've usually been. Put one down, another two scurry out of the woodwork like cockroaches. As if something's got them riled up and feeling brave."

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers stoffens at the title.Hey she's pretty well known around the supernatural community..But her Slayer sense is already tingling, and she knowns this...Guy is not human. And most decidedly demon. Thing is, not all demons are evil. Hey she should known, three of her closest friends are only vampires. But this guy us no vampire.

With a soft frown she bites into her sandwich again, reaching for her tonfa nearby, the ends still topped in long sturdy wooden stakes. But it'll do in a pinch. She still has some vials of holy water in her mini backpack too, along with other useful items ti use against a myriad of demons.But she is determined to finish her sandwich before another fight, dammit!

"Oh yeah I remember you..'Walk over any fresh graves lately?' and all that." she does the air quote thing. And dramatic evil voice too. For effect, "Soo like, what brings you here, oh spoooky one? Come to join me fir a Picnic? Orrr should I get ready for another epic battle? I mean, I've been out here for a couple hours already, what with the sudden surge of vamps..At the very least, allow me to finish my sandwich first?"

Spawn has posed:
    "...I'm not really much of a 'picnic' guy. Knock yourself out."

    As he speaks, the cape unfurls and pushes itself behind him to show the black white and red leather 'armor' that covered the rest of him. The design of it had changed somewhat and was a bit more streamlined with less 'chunky' boots and gauntlets, but he did still have his shoulder holster, he was still packing heat. Around him his chains furled and unfurled, moving around idly with a mind of their own.

    "You know if anyone had talked about ghosts and goblins in the Agency, they'd be shitcanned before they even knew what happened. Of course those were the days before caped flying men in spandex being all over the evening news."

    As he spoke a fanged warrior in bad tattoos and biker leathers came out of the shadows snarling, and immediately those chains of Spawn were slicing into the creature's legs and ankles, tripping and crippling the poor bastard before they started to slowly wrap around his throat to behead him.

    "I still can't believe they're real...completely fucking ridiculous."

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers arches a brow at him, considering the idea of just fighting him right here and now, but can she at least finish her sandwich first, dammit? She takes another couple of hasty bites as she watches Mr. spooky a bit warily, weighing her options. He seems...Pretty strong, and all badass and kinda scary, but hey, she's fought scary before..

And another vamp pops out and he defeats that one too. Buffy continues to chew on her tasty sandwich...Mmm that totally hit the spot, but.."Umm, Soo why are you dusting vamps now..Just for fun or...? I mean I just wanna get this straight before I finish my sandwich. Are you a BAD guy, or a good guy? Cuz I was planning on calling it a night after dinner, but I'd like to know if I should be calling in an extra hour or so.."

Spawn has posed:
    "Why should you have to call in extra hours, when I'm here doing your job for you?"

    The sarcasm was absolutely dripping from every word, even as his right red-gloved hand reached into the depths of his cape. Moments later he pulled free what he was looking for: A big, heavy two-handed axe, bladed on both sides and looking absolutely menacing. Even as he looked around, the dead were getting closer...though obviously a bit wary as the two people sitting under this light were more than capable of destroying them.

    "I'm killing them because they don't belong here. Believe it or not, I have people I'm trying to keep safe, and that means making sure these mosquitoes, these locusts, these absolute parasites don't live to wreak havoc. If you want to take a spa day over there and eat your little sandwich, that's your business. But don't you question me or my motives."

Buffy Summers has posed:
"Awwwe, but it's sooo much more fun watching you kick their butts while I catch up on dinner.." she sighs, downing the last if her sandwich, before leaping to her feet, grabbing her tonfa, spinning them expertly in her hands. "Okaaay, fine, be that way. Don't make me regret thus. Turn on me and I won't be so friendly.."

But as the vamps start crawling out if the woodwork in increasing numbers, Buffy suddenly finds herself standing back to back with the Spawn, suddenly too busy hacking and slashing and dancing, and generally having too much damn fun kicking vamp butt to worry about Spawn...For now.

And Dont think he's gone unnoticed either. They've pretty much surrounded the pair of superheroes - and unlikely partners? Maybe?? Who'da thought??

Spawn has posed:
    The night went on, and on they danced. Slayer and Hellspawn, back to back. The vamps who surrounded them? They never had a chance...