12445/The Big Bad Wolf

The Big Bad Wolf
Date of Scene:	12 November 2020
Location:	Masonic Cemetery, Sunnydale (TBD)
Synopsis:	Buffy meets a new potential Big Bad ally.
Cast of Characters:	Buffy Summers, Bigby Wolf

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Buffy Summers has posed:
It's just another night in another spooky cemetary..But at least the weather's good? And that makes patrolling a bit less tiresome. Heck, Buffy even packed a sandwich for the field trip and is currently sitting on a park bench munching on it. "Mmm, Swiss cheese and salami, I love you." in between munches of sandwich she sips on her beer, cuz it's way more fun to fight vamps when you're drunk...Okaay, maybe not.

At least it's a quiet night but vamps can be lazy and tend to pop up later rather than sooner..Not that she's in any particular mood to fight vamps tonight but work is work..

Bigby Wolf has posed:
There are many sents in the universe. Layperson might think that blood is blood, that a good hound will easily differenciate between human and animal blood. The best tracker, though, is Bigby. He can easily make the difference between living human blood, and /dead/ blood. Which is what lead him here. Not that he's thrilled by vampires and the like, but once in a while, it feels good to kill, just for the heck of it. Even if the prey is already dead. Sorta. It's not like anyone is going to file a complaint!

As he walks closer, the trail he's following is suddenly filled with other scents, like salami, cheese and booze. Damn. It takes a moment, as he closes on the bench, to see Buffy. Hey, he remembers her. They met once, he recalls her scent.

"It's not exactly the best place for a midnight snack," he says in his low voice as he steps closer, reaching for a pack of cigarettes in his shirt pocket.

Buffy Summers has posed:
If one didn't know better, they might mistake her for a cute but harmless cheerleader, especially dressed as she is in a bright hot pink frilly blouse and short white pleated skirt. Why, it's almost like she's *looking* for trouble.

But she tenses slightly at the presence of Bigby, moments before he speaks. Buffy may not have enhanced smell but she has other senses, like a supernatural alarm bell that goes off whenever so someone of that caliber is nearby.

She smirks as she spots Bigby, recognizing him from..Somewhere. "Oh..Hey, I remember you, from that nightclub, right?" her feet swing on the bench, taking her time to finish her sandwich as she sizes him up. Big. Buff..He could be dangerous, even if he looks human.

"What can I say, I like a little..Excitement." she smiles casually as if she does this all the time, "Unless of course I should be wary of strange people who tend to pop up at strange times?"

Bigby Wolf has posed:
Bigby stops before the bench, facing Buffy. He takes the times to light up a cigarette, which won't be enough for him to lose track of his dead prey. His senses are in tune with the magical, and super-human abilities he can only guess and observe. Buffy ain't a damzelle in distress, he' fairly sure of it. Her scent is ladden with dead blood. No soap can trick his nose.

"Yeah, maybe, a nightclub," he replies, "I like the night," he states calmly. "And things that pop up in the night. You have nothing to worry about me."
As he speaks, his ears and eyes spot something in the distance. Slowly closing in. Looking at a distance, he quickly sees the three figures move stealthily. No matter. Three instead of one, lucky night.

Looking back at Buffy, he warns, "Maybe it's be best you go home now, something actually popped up."

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers arches a brow, still not sure what to make of this guy. Is he a friend or..Foe? "Well, I'm pretty partial to the night myself. I hear there's gonna be a nice view of the moon tonight too. Great night for stargazing!" her tone is chipper, though she does pause briefly, tensing slightly as she senses three shady figures approaching..

A normal girl would probably be all whimpering and scared by now. Maybe make a run for it. Not Buffy. Instead she takes her time to finish off her sandwich, washing it down with beer before tossing the can in the nearby garbage. "Sorry, no can do.."

She hops to her feet then, cranking her neck, stretching her arms..And pulls out what looks like a nylon violin bag..Only it's carrying a battle axe. "I guess these are just small fry, but it's so much more fun playing with my big toys.." she grins as she expertly twirls the axe in her hand as if it weighed little more than a pebble. "Well it's about time they came..I was getting pretty bored.." she glances sidelong at Bigby. "Time to see what you're made of."

Bigby Wolf has posed:
Tossing the cigarette away, Bigby slowly removes his dust coat then tosses it on the bench. If he has to handle these dead jerks, as usual his shirt will end up in shreads. Walking around New York shirtless ain't the most fashionable way to go about it. Someday, he'll have to find a way to fix that eternal problem with the clothes.

"What I'm made of?" he says, eying the battle axe. A normal guy would probably run from a crazed lady holding a battle axe. He's not a normal guy. Heck, he's not even a /guy/.

. "And /you/, aren't here for stargazing," he shoots back, almost grinning.

The three shawdows are getting closer now, two of them moving slightly to the side, as if aiming for Bigby - bad choice - while the third one, larger, tries to sneak closer to Buffy.

"I call dibs on the two on my left," he says, always as calm. And curious to see how Buffy will handle hers.

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers smirks and shrugs, "What? A cute, 'harmless' gal can't enjoy a little stargazing in a creepy cemetary in the middle of the night? Kinda makes one wonder what you're doing here for that matter." oh yes, she's enjoying this, and more than curious to see how big and burly deals with those vamps. Oh, she's seen plenty of big and burly types before, but size isn't everything. She's taken down plenty of thugs bigger than herself.

"Okaaay, I was happy to take 'em all on but if you insist...?" she shrugs as she rushes at the third vamp. She really didn't need her axe and could take this one out in a second, but may as well have fun with him.

She turns around with a spinning back kick aimed at the sneaky vamp and winks, "Hey there, sorry to disappoint you, I'm really hard to sneak up on!"

Bigby Wolf has posed:
At first, Bigby only transformed minimally, hands showing long claws while his teeth turned into fangs.While Buffy is taking care of her piece of the nightly menu, Bigby doesn't wait for them to reach him and starts running at the two creeps. The run doesn't last long.

What's fun with vampires, is that you can toy with them a little bit, they don't die with only one hit to the head, 'cause they're already dead. As Bigby is making a bloody shread of one of the vampire, the other has the not-so bright idea to hit him with a rock being the head. Well now, this ain't a good idea.

A few seconds later, the vampires aren't dealing with a human size wolfy guy, they end up being tossed around by a eitgh feet tall full wolf-man, an angry one at that. Or maybe Bigby is just having fun, decapitating one of the vampires in one smooth motion. One gone, one left.

"Fuck, you smell bad," he yells at the vampire he's now holding by the throat. "I bet your innards are all rotten, lemme check!"
And with that, the second vampires ends up filetted like a cold fish, his head also removed just for the heck of it. This is so messy, and so fun!

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers seems to be taking her time, practically dancing with her vamp, with a speed and agility that easily rivals and goes beyond the vamp's own capabilities. She's also keeping an eye on Bug burly over there and the way he seems to morph a bit, dealing some pretty vicious blows to them. Well well, so he's some sort of feral...Creature?

She's briefly interrupted by her vamp though as he pulls out a knife and tries to stab her. A quick block and twist of the arm deals with that, before she loses patience and decapitates it with a swift slash of her axe.

"Is that all?" she sighs, "I was just warming up.."

Bigby Wolf has posed:
"Not even a match," comes Bigby-wolf reply. He's not usually allowing anyone to see him in one of his metamorphosis, even a lesser one. Tonight, in this cemetery, the two of them revealed some secrets.

Standing there, not approaching Buffy, he looks at her from his impressive eith foot tall point of view. She might look small compared to him, but she ain't to be taken lightly, so it's best not to look agressive. As much as you can with blood all over you. The bloody axe - literally - in her hands could cause real pain.

While dispatching his two, Bigby had time to glance over at Buffy in case she needed assistance. Heck, the way she /played/ with the creep, he almost felt bad for the vampire. Not.

"I doubt more will come to have fun," he states, sounding almost sadly. "They don't have anything larger, stronger?"

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers sighs, pulling out a cloth to clean off her bloody blade. "I really hate that, but at least it gets the job done." she shrugs, watching him thoughtfully, without a shred of fear. Comes with the territory.

"Nah, those were newbies. They're the weakest. I know a couple vamps some two centuries old who could flip a car if they wanted, those that are 500 years or more could do far more damage. Then there's Dracula..I mean the *real* Dracula, not that fake celebrity.."

She co ti use to peer at him intently, "Havent quite figured you out yet though, you some kinda feral...Wolfman?" she doesn't seem super surprised. She's met a few werewolves, some who can control their abilities even, but none quite so...Huge.

Bigby Wolf has posed:
The stench of the un-living blood on him is positively disgusting. In a swift motion toward his coat on the bench, Bigby resumes his human form. It's almost a blur, it's quick and complete. Tucked in the pocket of the coat is a piece of cloth that will do just enough cleaning before he can shower. Of course now in human form, his shirt hangs in shreads, having been torn by him wolfing out. What a hassle.

"Just like whisky, vampires get better with age," he replies, reaching for a cigarette once most of the blood has been cleaned.

Cigarette now lit, he enjoys it for a moment before finally answering Buffy.

"Not a wolfman," he replies almost snorting at the idea and shaking his head. "What if I told you, I'm a wolf?" After all she has seen tonight - and so many other nights in her /career/, she might just believe it.

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers arches a brow but seems to take it in stride, smirking a bit and shrugs, "Weell considering I have a friend who's a werewolf, anither who's a were coyote, and I've seen countless things crazier than that..What the hell, why not a wolf disguised as a man?" she laughs as she offers her hand, "Oh, and by the way, hi! I'm Buffy, the Vampire Slayer, maybe you've heard of me?"

Bigby Wolf has posed:
With a nod of his head, Bigby shakes the small hand. "I might have heard of you," he says. Maybe he has, maybe he hasn't, hard to say by the tone of his voice. "You can call me Bigby," he presents himself. "The weres are," he pauses, then says, "Cute."

That isn't said in disdain or anything, but all naturally, like one would talk of puppies or kittens. Buffy didn't see his full form, which is even taller and pure wolf shape. Such rarely happens nowadays, although he did it recently.

After a moment, Bigby put his coat back on, hands in his pockets. He seems to smell the air, and then grunts lightly. No more coming to play.

"I'd rather this secret of mine remain a secret," Bigby states. "And I'll keep yours in return. Maybe we can chat more, another night?"