13288/Boss Fight

Boss Fight
Date of Scene:	16 May 2021
Location:	West Chelsea Park, West Chelsea Hill
Synopsis:	Our Heroes won! Or did they? That stench will take months to get out.
Cast of Characters:	Constantine, Buffy Summers, Spike, Deadpool, Phobos, Willow Rosenberg, Black Widow (Romanoff)

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Constantine has posed:
    It's the 'witching' hour on a cloudy night, very little in the way of moon and stars shining through. For those that can sense such things, there's been a MIGHTY disturbance in the force, mystic force. Something dark, something dangerous, something downright evil is trying to cross over from whence it should not be crossing.
    One would think that Constantine would be all over something like this, but considering that Deadpool recently got John STABBED, all he could do was call and scream at everyone to get to West Chelsea Park post haste! If everyone means Buffy that is. He left it to her to contact others.
    The park seems quiet enough when people start showing up, but what is it they say about the calm before a storm?

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers had received John's grumpy-yet-urgent message, and of course she'd sent off a red alert to her Supernatural allies to gather on said hill. Of course she could sense something big coming and had come prepared, armed with her trusty battle axe, the usual light armour her jacket and pants afforded, and utility belt with stakes, holy water, flashlight etc. Oh and an arm mounted mini crossbow and bolts, cuz you really never know what you're gonna encounter next.

She Didnt expect John to be here of course, not after he slipped out of the hospital prematurely before fully healed, but she did hope to gather at least a few allies tonight.

Spike has posed:
"What the bugger does he want now?" Spike whispered under his breath as he approached West Chelsea Park from behind Buffy. His footsteps were light, barely making a sound. He was good at lurking and sneaking up on people. And he was still bandaged up from nearly being dusted, but vampires healed quickly, and foolish as it was, he was here to help. He knew that she and the Scoobies needed him.

His coat was on, still with the hole in the back that had yet to be fixed. It was going to cost him a fortune from a leather worker, since none of the magical users had seemed willing to help. After all he does for them. Underneath, he had a shirt, black, though it was tight enough that people could see the bandages poking against the fabric, and black jeans, since he was going for a theme here. Moving right up behind Buffy, as close as he could get without alerting her, he asked in a loud voice, hoping to make her jump, "what do you need, Buffy?"

Deadpool has posed:
A red and black car speeds down the road peeling around a turn with a squeel. "No I tell you its call defensive driving." as he whips the car back straight after it seems to be going around the turn almost sideways. He looks over at his passenger with a smile. "Are you sure this is the right spot? I mean you do the knowledge thing I am just here to make sure you don't get stabbed, but this looks like a dull park." he finishes as they pull up the the park the car pulls sideways squeeling to a stop.

Inside is Deadpool driving like he usually does, he looks over at Willow. "We are here... wherever here is. Remember what I said.. Don't make a repeat of the subway.. Stick close and speak up if you see magic stuff.." he stops taking a deep breath.. "please.. Willow."

Phobos has posed:
    Gotham? Really? Man. That requires a transfer slip and everything. You hit the red line towards Jersey and then you hop the ferry and... ugh.
    Really it just takes some gumption, and a good bit of time reflecting on the phone as the transit authority does its best to deliver their world-saving cargo across state lines and into the city that belonged to flying mammals. It took a bit of time, but there was some rushing about added to it.
    Though eventually it added all up to the young Olympian emerging from the subway stop a block and some away, backpack upon his shoulder and his hands in the pockets of his jeans as he looked entirely like a tourist on the last train of the night. He advanced forth toward the unknown, only stopping a moment to type out a quick text and send it winging on its way before strolling toward the hill.

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
Oh dear gods and goddesses.. he nearly took several cars outs, an old lady, and a mailbox. Defensive driving my bottom!!

(She still does not swear!)

But they were there, thankfully! Quickly Willow got out. "Are you going to see what the noise is?'" Willow *hears* it on a supernatural level. "Oh. The gangs all here!"

Constantine has posed:
    The quiet is so still it's eerie, not even the sounds of wildlife. It's as if the entire world is asleep or... dead outside of the gathered group of would-be heroes. Even the sound of the water lapping at the docks nearby is muffled. But what is that? There near the water, is that white chalk? It stands out against the dark wood of the dock, a circle of some sort maybe. Those of present with the right sense of smell might just notice the stench of copper on the air, the smell of blood.

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers glances around, bidding and smiling faintly to her friends, "Hey guys, thanks for coming..Not sure exactly what we're facing here, but I'm definitely getting weirdo vibes.." of course, she's not a magic sensitive, just a more instinctive 'feeling' about things.

With her senses peeled, she's actually not caught off guard, even by Spike, though she arches a brow at him. "You sure you should be out and about before fully healing?" but Buffy won't push it, certainly she won't coddle him or anything. As her gaze sweeps around the area, she pulls out her flashlight in the waning light, shining it around and slowly moves towards the water, "Huh, what's over here..?"

Shes not exactly sure what it is, but it stands out as..Unusual.."Is that a magic circle?"

Spike has posed:
"I had a great nurse," Spike replied back to the Slayer. She coddled him enough yesterday. With his senses, it was easy to tell that something had put a damper on the sounds. "You hear that," he asked rhetorically, and then after a suitable pause, would explain, "no sound, no crickets, no birds, not even the water. It's got to be magic." Yeah, Tony Stark could probably create something to muffle sounds, inverting the waves, but Spike didn't know techy stuff to that degree, so he just assumed it had to be magical.

Deadpool has posed:
Deadpool gets his chainsaw from the back and sighs, "Look we are in Gotham now.. Rules changed." he looks around a bit as he catches back up with Willow as she spots the others. "This is Gotham." he says looking up at the buildings to make sure they are alone. "Everyone is strapped here, and will shoot you for the pearls around your neck." though she doesn't have any pearls the point was the same. He grumbles a bit, and checks his pistols to make sure they are all ready to go. "Why did it have to be here..." he says to himself.

With a grumble he nods to the others that are already here, though not Constantine thankfully or he would of had to settle this once and for all. As he moves forward he can be heard repeating.. "I hate this place.. I hate this place." seeming extra paranoid. Gotham was the Bats territory, and they did not get along with him.. at all.. of course no-one really did, but these guys took it personal. He looks at Buffy, "We need to do this and get out of here." though he stands back a bit to let the magic people do what they do as he watches around waiting for the worse. He even gives a Spike a warning look.. "Not now.. You don't get it.. we need to do this and go.. Or we are both Dust in the wind... capiche.." he looks like he hasn't for a while he looks actually worried.

Phobos has posed:
    Bringing up the rear of the group and strolling along, Alexander Aaron has his hands in his pockets and his strolling gait is one of some measure of ease. At first he had been moving more towards the hillock, but then his gaze fell upon the gathering and he shifted his steps in that direction.
    Perhaps he'd be heard as his shoes scuffed upon the sidewalk, though the muted sound might muffle it, but then he steps off onto the grass to make a more straight line toward the gathering... and that circle of chalk.
    The dew on the grass darkens the legs of his jeans as he strolls, but when he catches that slight scent on the air he frowns and finally raises his voice. "Hey guys. Buffy, Willow, hey Spike good to see you again."
    And to Deadpool he gives a small wave, "Hey there. I'm Alexander."

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
As the scent drifts upon them, Willow crinkles up her nose. "Smells of blood. This does not sound, or smell, good. She looked over the group.. And realized nobody but her had any sort of magic. This had gone from bad to worse in a blink of an eye.

To Alex, "This is Wade. We sorta are helping him through something." At least she thought they were still helping him.

Constantine has posed:
    There's nothing but that eerie stillness. There's no wind to blow the trees, there's no sounds drifting in from the city, Alexander's shoes made... no sound. Silence. The only thing that seems to be able to break through the shroud that seems to have fallen over the world is voices. That coppery scent on the air is even beginning to fade, but it seems to originate from that dock.

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers blinks, glancing around, stepping towards the magic ring and inspecting it up close. How big is it, any symbols, any dead animals to suggest maybe a ritual of sorts? She sighs, feeling out of her field here.

"Okaaay, spooky and mysterious. Wish Con gave me more details..Heey Wil, are you sensing anything magical? any recent spells cast or magic items? And Spike, are you smelling or hearing anything unusual in the air? You know, other than.."

She frowns. Eerie silence in a park. That usually means a predator is prowling and animals are usually smart enough to hide. But where the hell is it? She continues to shine her light around, searching for more clues. Buffy does feel drawn towards the dock and heads that way..

Spike has posed:
Spike offered a curt nod when Phobos greeted him, but he was trying to keep quiet in an attempt to figure out what was going on, sound wise. Though when Willow said that blood didn't smell good, he offered up, "yeah, it's a bit of an acquired taste. Great with a little bit of Weetabix to give it texture."

Spike would take a few steps this way or that, "no, nothing, not... I don't smell or hear anything, it's like a, what do you call it, one of those sensory deprivation chambers."

Deadpool has posed:
Deadpool takes a break from looking around to nods to Phobos.. "Hitman for hire... recoving." and grins a bit like that explains everything. He returns to looking around chain-saw in hand he follows Willow walking backwards so he can look out into the night. "Well Alexander.. You are now Alex cause your name is too long. I am just here to make sure those two can do their thing, and not end up food." he explains a bit more. He had no idea why he stuck around, but Willow was nice to him even when he wasn't so he figured give them a chance.

He glances back at them, "I feel like I am being watched.. anyone else feel that?" he is a paranoid sort, but here his senses were on max. If the Bats showed up they were going to have to move quick, and this chainsaw wasn't going to do much. He does hear Spike, but shakes his head, "They are sneaky man.. come right out of the shadows like some vamp in a horror movie." he swirls around a bit looking at the different approachable areas people could come in from. "Don't lower your guard.. I am telling you." he hated Gotham, and swore he wasn't going to return yet here he was.... How did he keep ending up in these situations. He grins a bit an idea coming to mind.. "I have some C4 in the car... How bout we just blow up the whole area and call it a night?"

Phobos has posed:
    "Hey, Alex is fine." Alex offers again to Wade given more details by Willow. His smile is easy and offered freely as he lifts a hand in a small wave, perhaps figuring that now is not the time for formality. He steps back and to the side, and at a glance just seems like some guy in loose jeans and a black t-shirt that's perhaps a size too big. Though on the t-shirt it displays a rather fierce looking kitten with an eyepatch, a peg-leg, and a cutlass. It brandishes that sword and proclaims in a speech bubble, 'It's a Mew-Tiny!'
    But beyond that he does not seem to be packing gear, though he does comment on Deadpool's. "I like your swords." He nods, and indeed. He does like Deadpool's swords.
    Gesturing he motions in the direction of the docks. "Feels a lil stronger over thattaway." Stronger being the weirdness. His weirdnosometer tells him. "I can sorta feel a thing, but... Willow probably has the better angle on it." Be that as it may he starts wandering in that direction.

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
Willow was not happy. Not happy at all.

Her glance kept looking to the dock, yet there was something wrong with that too. Sort of.. "You guts? Something has enough magical prowess to mute the whole area." Like when there was fog. You could sometimes make out the area, but.. "Starting with the dock. Be careful! It might be a trap to another realm."

Gosh she was hoping she was wrong with that.

(It should be noted they did *not* hide entirely from Willow.)

Constantine has posed:
    Is that a finger at the edge of that ring? A severed finger? It is! The circle itself looks like a standard summoning circle, meant to contain... whatever's summoned.
    There isn't much time to ponder those findings. There's no sound, no splash of water give warning of an impending attack. It happens so quickly that it's nothing but a blur of motion. The tentacle that snaps out of the water in an attempt to snag Spike around the ankle is inky black, darker than the water it comes from. There's another, this one reaching for Buffy... and another, then a fourth and a fifth, flailing about in the air and a sixth; it's going for Dead Pool's throat. Did someone just release a damned Kraken? Each tentacle looks as if it might be able to stretch to impossible lengths, it's Stretch Armstrong; nightmare edition.
    The stench of death and decay is nearly overwhelming. But worse than the stench is the one thing Alexander is most familiar with, this thing is radiating FEAR. It creeps into pores, wiggles its way through the heart and to the very soul of a person. It's a paralyzing thing, an unnatural thing that would certainly bring all but the strongest of willed people to their knees.

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers blinks at Willow, "Another realm? You mean this circle is some kinda..Dimensional rift? Or.." oh, right, a summoning circle. Buffy's magical knowledge is a bit rusty but she does know about basic summoning. And the bit of finger suggests either a ritual sacrifice..Or whoever summoned something got eaten by it.

"Ewww, this is Soo not my idea of a weekend get together.." but alas, work is work. And then the movement in the water is quick and unexpected. Eyes widen in surprise and oddly, a bit of fear. Even with her high fear tolerance. "What..Everyone, watch out!"

Buffy's pretty fast, but in the darkness and the sudden fear, it makes it harder to dart out of the way. It snags her ankle and she gasps, swinging her axe down at the inky black appendage. "Kraken!?"

Spike has posed:
"Oh, hell no!" Spike says, reacting too slowly, as the inky black tentacle wrapped and coiled itself around his left ankle, and before he knew it, he was being dragged by it. He was armed with his fists, not bladed weapons, so as the damn thing dragged him, he tried his best to get up, hoping to be able to rip the tentacle, and, with nary enough time to even sigh, he asked, "Wade, katana!" Trying to quickly ask for one to be thrown to him, though knowing his luck, Wade would say Katana isn't here, she's with the Outsiders.

Deadpool has posed:
Deadpool is on it so when the splash happends he is already spinning. Though he laughs when Spike is grabbed, "Remember smashing my face." he says reving up the chainsaw swinging at the one coming for his neck, though the impact throws him away. His voice sounds different, calmer way colder as the fear had taken him, but as DP it didn't effect him like a normal person. It cracked his mind just a bit more letting something out as he moves with a cold percision hitting the oncoming tenticale with his chainsaw though the impact still throws him.

He rolls with a practiced landing standing up he turns not towards them, but the car. He says nothing silent for the first time since he got here, as this mind didn't need to speak didn't need to make jokes. It had one thing it needed to do. As he moves away he gets into the car he showed up in, he is going to attempt to turn it back on and speed towards the docks. The thing was down there.. His plan was to ram it with his car by sinking it.. then hit the button.

This would take time he would have to start the car, and get it down there though at least he had a single plan.

Phobos has posed:
    Lips parting for a moment, Alexander is likely about to mention something toward Willow about that summoning circle, but there's no time for talk, no further moments shared in casual camaraderie. For reality's angry cousin intrudes with a myriad of vile tentacles that lash out wickedly in that blurring blaze of motion.
    And suddenly the youthful Olympian is no longer empty handed. There's a rush of bluish fire that encircles his hands and sizzles a trail through the air even as he's stepping forward and slicing a clean stroke toward the tentacle that has hold of Spike's leg, Grasscutter's gleaming crimson blade flaring to life as it shines with a brilliance that is rare and speaks to the formidable nature of what is before them.
    It's a quick cut, to perhaps try and free the vampire even as Alex /feels/ that staggering rush of emotion that tries to surge forth from the monstrosity. And it's enough to make Alexander's eyes narrow. "Hey!"
    The sword slashes around as his free hand snaps forward palm out. And _suddenly_ the utter terror and horror of the creature might not seem so entirely overwhelming. Suddenly there is a burning intensity of strength of conviction and focus on one's goals for the heroes. For not only is he the God of Fear. But he is the God of Courage as well. And with such heavy words doth he condemn the monstrosity, "QUIT IT!"

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
So.. she was not exactly right. Kinda. The summoning circle brought IT to them, instead of them to it. That was a point in their favour. Except the curtain of fear that surrounded it and the immediate area. It certainly had that against them.

What Willow can do is light up where they are so that the Kraken won't have a bigger advantage. And that's pretty simple. So she does it. It's muted, but should be enough.

Constantine has posed:
    Buffy's ax hits home. She manages to free herself, sort of. The end of the tentacle is still wrapped around her ankle and that thing is COLD, it's a bone numbing cold. It becomes a painful cold, so painful. It begins to snake its way up her leg, leaving a trail of tingling pain behind.
    Spike will find himself being dragged quickly to the water, too quickly. Once it has its prey in hand, this thing is FAST. He'll likely wind up wet despite any help he receives, simply due to momentum. Here's to hoping he can swim, but at least the tentacle bit still around his ankle is no longer attached to the thing that wanted nothing more to drag Spike completely under and make a snack out of him.
    Alexander does manage to instill courage in his comrades, but he also pisses the thing off. One more, two, three more, there's at least a dozen snaking appendages to be battled now. The water rolls and boils around the dock as whatever horror is still beneath the surface throws its all into it's attack.
    Light, it's a good thing, it really is. It helps. The outline of the beast beneath the water can now be seen at least. It's HUGE, it spans out further than the light source. It's sickly shades of green, gray and black. What light isn't good for though, is keeping horrors hidden. Where there would be a suckers if these appendages belonged to an octopus, there are mouths that open and close greedily, hungrily.

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers blinks, shivering at the chill climbing up her leg, and continues to hack at the creature with her axe., peering around, "This fear isn't normal.." does that mean..Eyes narrow on Phobos. But she trusted him. And suddenly the unusual fear turns to courage. She smiles and nods to him, "Nice work! Everyone stick together, maybe there's a weakness!"

She continues to hack and slash at the monster, helping Spike to his feet as she swings about, arching an impressed brow at phobos' fancy sword. "Niiice, you been hiding this all this time?" Willow's light spell is a grateful addition and she uses it to peer more closely at the monster, looking for a weakness. Like maybe a vulnerable eye or clear aim at its head or mouth or heart..

"Will, check out the magic circle. I didn't see a break in it soo..I dunno, can't you just summon it back to wherever it came from?"

Wait, where did Wade go?

Spike has posed:
Spike had yet to smash Deadpool's face, but evidentially, Deadpool had read the next few issues. He was weird like that. Although it seems that Deadpool just created a self-fulfilling prophecy, as he gave Spike ample reason to smash Deadpool's face in that not so far off distant future.

Instead, it was Phobos who earned brownie points with the Vampire with a Chip. With the slice through the tentacle, Spike rolled to the side in the water, helped by Buffy, got up "thanks mate", and immediately went back to land to help out others, not really having cutting instruments, but apply enough strength, and anything will break. "Especially squishy tentacles.

Deadpool has posed:
Deadpool gets in the car, and turns the ignition.. "Dun.. Duna na.. na na." start playing as he cranks it slaming the car into drive. He hits the gas and speeds across the park towards the docks as AC/DC Back in black is blaring through the air. He can't help but give a "Whooo! Now we are having a good time!" as he speeds in, he hopes to get past the first wave of tenticals as he gives Buffy a friendly wave like it is some summer day and he is out for a ride.

The car throws up dirt, and mud now with the water as he approaches the dock, his goal was still to drive off the edge of it into the watter. He doesn't plan on bailing out he was going to ride it down to whatever was down there, and thankfully he was doing it for the fun now, that part of his mind resealed by Phobos. Though if he made it he would try to hit the water with both hands infront of him one finger up on both towards the Kracken.

Phobos has posed:
    It is rare for something to reach the young Olympian. Rare for him to have a glimpse into the mentality of his father. Those times have been few and far between, and usually triggered by something phenomenal. For as the light comes on, the gleam of Willow's magic upon the slithery glistening skin of the monstrosity, illuminating all those tiny fangs and mouths on what is surely a creature /worthy/ of stories told around campfires and town centers...
    He feels that tug of heroism, of valor... of /battle/ that his father has spoken of to him so many times.
    It's why his eyes widen so, and why his mouth broadens into a wide grin as he brings Grasscutter around with a snap and a clink as the steel clicks into place at the ready as he holds stance. He answers Buffy quietly with that grin still in place, "Yeah."
    It's in that single slender moment when those tentacles menace so high, when the light catches him just right.
    And for once he seems happy.
    The dirt is kicked up as he breaks forward, sword flashing as he leaps and the battle is joined.

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
Oh boy. Someone really muffed it up. They were gone, or worse.. GONE.. but the Kraken still remains.

"I can undo this magic.. but.." And here was the hard part. "I can try to fight. Or I can reverse to spell. Not both. And the reversal, well, I need some time." And then some.

Willow knew what she was going to do regardless. She started..

Constantine has posed:
    Our heroes hacking and slashing is a slow going thing. It'll take them months, literally months to bring this beast down like that. It hasn't yet shown a hint of its body above water and one tentacle hacked is just replaced by another.
    As the car barrels down on toward the dock, the water begins to roll and bubble as if someone has turned on the burner beneath a pot. The stench of death and decay swells along with the water's surface rumblings. Much more quickly than one would thing for something so big, it breaches the surface. Its bulbous head is shaped a little like that of an octopus but shape is where the similarity ends. It has no eyes to speak of, it's skin is is covered in a foul smelling, ichor green mucous that's being stretched outward by hundreds of hands and the screaming faces of souls lost to its incredible appetite in the past.
    While it may not have eyes, it does have a mouth; a mouth that covers a good two thirds of its three story height. That mouth is open wide now, like a big old gaping black hole of a garage waiting for Dead Pool to park the car.
    

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers nods, "Reverse the spell, we'll buy you time!" who knows how nigh invulnerable it is afterall? she has her focus primarily on the kraken, but hears the engine well enough and handsprings out of the way just in time. "Woah, Wade? What the..." wait, she can see no eyes but the mouth is a tempting target.

"Hey Spike, catch! try and weaken it, aim for the tentacles..Try and distract it.." she tosses the battle axe at the vampire then glances at Phobos, "How sharp is that thing? think you can get close enough?" of course Buff is aiming for the mouth as she loads a couple bolts into her crossbow and aims and fires multiple times for its open maw.

The bolts are nothing fancy, just two foot long or so, tough wooden stakes with a well sharpened edge iron blade on the end. Of course if this creature is magical or fae in nature it might be of help.

Spike has posed:
Spike caught the thrown battle axe, "right, lumberjack duty," he said, not entirely sure that the creature was all that bothered by the hacking and slashing, but a bladed weapon did help, especially when he put his vampiric strength behind it. Spike so did love to cause some damage, and it was great that he could cut and hit and kick and just plain mutilate this thing, pain free. He did make a point of protecting Buffy, since with a ranged weapon in hand, she was vulnerable to the tentacle melee attacks. Having cut a large section tentacle, Spike decided to just try something new, and threw it's own tentacle towards the gaping maw.

Deadpool has posed:
Launching off the dock the car sails up and out as the monster appears inront of him just opened ready as the man inside doesn't feal fear really, or worry. He actually has a smile on his face like someone releaved as he sails at the Kracken not wanting to blow up the car until he is actually inside the mouth of the beast the light going out, and the music quieting as the mouth closed behind him. He had no idea what was going to happen as he detonated all the C4 that was inside the car at once inside of this monster. He could be on another plain right now and not able to get home.

None of this worried him though.. It was best this way, and it was very cool... He laughs as he pushes the button to be surounded by pain, light, and heat for just a moment before he was out. This close to the explosion there wouldn't be much left of him, but what was who knows what his fate was.

Phobos has posed:
    Wherever Grasscutter touches the blade flares and slices cleanly, yet it is indeed slow going no matter how fast he dispatches the tentacles as they menace forth. Over his shoulder he hears Willow's voice and Buffy's as he leaps back a good twenty feet and lands with a heavy /whud/ of his sneakers impacting in the dirt and grime and grass near them.
    "We'll cover Willow." Then to the sorceress herself, "You do the dispel thing I think." And as he says this the sword comes up ready for the next tentacle... when he sees the car roar on by and with Wade at the wheel which causes the Olympian to laugh.
    "Get it, Wade!"
    And then, of course, he explodes.
    "Oh he's dead. That sucks."

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
Think, Willow, think.

She had to revert the summoning circle. Willow closed her eyes and felt out to the beginning, and the end (of course) of the circle. The person used a clockwise motion. Probably why he had muffed up. So, Willow would use counter-clockwise to undo it.

Now was the harder part: the summoning ritual, or, more importantly, the abjuration ritual..

Constantine has posed:
    It's one of those moments that a person can only really stand and watch with horror and maybe they still won't comprehend what they're seeing. That gaping maw takes in the ENTIRETY of the vehicle, closes and *POOF* That's right, it's nothing more than a little poof of a sound to the outside world when the explosion happens. ... did the tentacle demon thing just BELCH immediately after? It sure sounded like it. Oh dear God the STENCH. It makes eyes water and stomachs turn. But hey, it did stun the thing and slow the tentacles to a pathetic wiggle, making them much easier to hack away at.
    ...but it also leaves Dead Pool INSIDE the thing.

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers blinks slowly as she sees what Wade is doing..Wait, he's not even gonna jump out first? Of course she knows he's invincible but..

"Ohh you gotta be kidding me! Wade, get out! We're gonna summon it back.." oh eww, now they're covered in slime.

She flinches, pulling away, trying to shield her eyes but it's no good. This stench will take a long time to get out..

Still, she focuses on the monster, firing more bolts into its mouth. "Willow, how's the spell coming along?"

Spike has posed:
With the car disappearing into the gaping maw of the Octopus demon or whatever it was, Spike took in the sight, the stench, and commented, "you think it wants a scooter for desert?" Though with it slowing, Spike delved back into his hacking and slashing, finding it easy, and even a bit disappointing not to have a challenge, but he was still going to do his utmost to turn it into guacamole. "You think Xander'll want this?" He asked, "tentacle helps a body grow."

Phobos has posed:
    Wincing, Alexander scrunches up one eye as he twists his nose to the side with a severe grimace. "Ugh." He offers in way of commentary about the stench and the slime, though at least he does have the wherewithal to clear the nearest tentacles that menace Willow.
    Ancient katana in hand, the Olympian deity turns and smiles sidelong at Buffy with glowing silvery eyes, his features twisting a bit still from the stink as he tells her, "I liked your friend." Which might be as far as someone like him goes for grieving. Then the sword hums to the side and sends another twisting slimy bit of monstrosity on its way towards what passes for oblivion for it and its kind.

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
The thing about summonings (or abjurations for that matter) you have to get them right, or this - waves at the Kraken - can occur. Thankfully, Willow knew tons of ancient languages, and usually they were sufficient. Especially when the summoner did such a bad job.

(Still she hoped he got away!)

She decided on ancient Sumerian - one of the oldest languages. Surely that would do. Between the cuneiforms and the magics around it she could feel the circle working to *her* desires. Her body was 'aflame' and with each word she became more and more 'alive'. Powerful.

Until she only had one segment to be said..

As she does it the symbols begin to glow and become much brighter and larger, filling the circle with light. Until it is so bright it's almost like sitting under the noonday sun.

"Now.. get out if you can!"

Constantine has posed:
    The thing's getting weaker. ...and stinkier. The dock is now covered in slippery slime, black goo that clings to clothes. The tentacles retreat into the water. Oh no! Is it getting away? Wait... the water starts to churn and boil and bubble again, bubbles come to the surface and pop to release more of that noxious odor into the air. Blurp, blurp blurp... SPEW! That belch was only the beginning of the 'indigestion' Wade's explosion caused. It actually vomits, projectile vomits. Slime and goo and chucks of... Wade... are shot into the air like an oil geiser only to rain back down all over everyone present.
    Just in time too! Because one Willow finishes her spell, the thing is just sucked, as if the magic is attached to the strongest hoover in the world, back toward that circle. When the goo settles and the light begins to fade, there's a tiny little slug at the center of the circle and then it just POOFs away back from whence it came.

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers smirks at Phobos, thoroughly impressed, "And you've been hiding this all this time..Tsk.." she just shakes her head at the false modesty game he's been playing all along..

But she seems oddly unconcerned for Wade, at least once the little Wade bits are beached out of big ugly and slimy there, Buffy actually hurries to pick up the pieces, "Help me out here, we gotta put Humpty Dumpty together again!"

Of course Willow's spell is darn impressive and while Buff already knew she had loads of potential..Well.."Seems you've been practicing a lot, Will..Nice job!" she smiles, even more impressed at how much she's grown in power and maybe just a bit anxious.

Phobos has posed:
    "Aww man, I liked this shirt." Alexander's voice is heard as he continues to hold Grasscutter and grimaces. Covered in slime and ichor and smelly nastiness, the Olympian deity scowls and tries to wipe some away from his face and his features, shaking his head and scowling.
    After a moment the sword in his hand flickers back out of existence, bluish flame devouring it as if it was never really there, leaving him to dig around in his jeans for his cellphone as he scowls to himself and swipes it to life before tapping out a text message.

Spike has posed:
Spike still hadn't gotten his coat mended. It had a hole from when the rebar went straight through it, and him, yesterday. His bandages were soaked in the water, oil, and goo of the creature. And now he had black goo and slime over the rest of him too. It was seeping everywhere. But the slime wasn't the worst of it. It was the stench. He had a vampire sense of smell. "Oh, ohhh, oh!," Spike was really getting the stench now, it was so thick he reached up to brush his eyes, it was almost as if he could see the stench now, the vapors, clinging to him, getting everywhere. He felt like he was going to throw up. And then, as quickly as it had risen, it began to shrink, receding, contorting, or whatever it was until it poofed, and Spike was left confused. He would poke the battle axe Buffy had lent him at where it had been in the circle. Then looked up to the others, Willow in particular, "So, the magic mumbo jumbo worked, did it? Got some more that could mend me coat and clear the strench, in that order?" Yeah, he was all about the coat. If magical friends couldn't fix it, then what good were they?

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
After the spell is cast, and the Kraken gone, Willow seems to have shrunk back to her own self. She's tired, but proud.

She didn't even know where that spell had come from. But now that she thought of it it was in her brain. Furthermore, a whole bunch of spells were at her fingertips.

Waiting.

She smiles to herself, and nods. Oh yes, she smiles.

Black Widow (Romanoff) has posed:
There is the sound of an engine rumbling closer. A black SUV comes into view. No markings. Tinted windows. It pulls up a bit away from the group and then simply sits there. Finally the driver's side window slides down, revealing a redhead with a short pixie haircut.

Natasha doesn't say anything. She just waits for Alexander.

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers finishes collecting Wade bits as much as she can, which is kind of gross. I mean, she knows he can resurrect himself from practically anything..Not so sure his body parts can crawl back together again..But this is gross and slimy and at least she wore gloves as she tries to arrange them best she can on the dock.

Once that's done she glances around, checking on Spike first with a frown. "You're an idiot, probably ripped open that wound again..But thanks for the help. You too, Alex."

Finally she turns to Willow, offering her a hand up. "You okay? That was amazing! Well done!"

When the black suv pulls up though, she frowns, eyeing it warily. "Oh great, don't tell me this is the Men in Black or something...?"

Phobos has posed:
    Looking up from his cellphone, Alexander calls out toward Buffy, "Help you out with what..." His brow knits as he follows after what Buffy seems to be doing and it's... going through the... bits and pieces. To find Wade parts?
    That takes him aback for a moment as his brow furrows. "What are you doing?" He steps back and looks distinctly displeased. "I dunno if that's in my contract." He does turn and spare a glance back towards the vehicle and the SUV and the driver.
    Then he looks back, "Willow are you going to need a lift with... yeah." The Wade parts.
    But then Buffy's words draw him back, "What? Oh hey yeah, sure..." His nose is still crinkled though and he's still a tad grossed out.

Spike has posed:
Spike almost certainly did rip his bandages, stitches, and anything else that was done to his gaping chest wound. With everything seemingly over, he held out the battle axe to Buffy, "thanks," the battle axe, like him, was covered in slime from the monster. It dripped onto the grass. "Though, I'd burn it personally." He needed a bath like tomorrow. Even his hair had taken on a greenish sheen from the slime. He may have to re-dye his hair, and that was such a pain. He had just dyed it, and if he died it too often, his scalp would start bleeding.

Deadpool has posed:
As the head is put back on, and the body it litterally heals infront of you though his eyes don't open yet, and none of the body parts move a weak voice comes out.. "Did we win.." it sounds coarse and harsh. It was going to take a minute to come back from this and he didn't have full control yet. He smiles a bit, "Was it cool?" and falls back to silence again not moving still maybe sleeping, but definitly healing. The wounds are closing, new parts are being made right infront of Buffy as the man just heals all of it away. Soon he will be back on his feet, but for now he is down not really even in control of his own limbs.

Wierdly though he does have a smile on his face like he is happy despite how much it must hurt. It is that sidways grin of a crazy man happy yet cracked. He had failed her once more returning, but it wasn't so bad as he heard Buffy, and Spike as "wah wah wah" in the the background.

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
"Huh?" Willow was dragged back to the present. "Uh, yeah.. I think?" To the ride part. As for Buffy, for one small moment, she's back with her memories, and she smiles very smugly. "I know."

Phobos has posed:
    As Alexander is moving toward the SUV he points in Wade's direction, "Oh hey, he survived." Noting it to... someone, likely whomever is listening. But he heads to that vehicle, and likely the smell precedes him as he steps up toward the driver's side.
    "Hey." The Olympian has definitely seen better days, but that doesn't stop his smile from being a bit wild, "I'll uhhh..." He points to the passenger side, "Get in. We might need to give the wizard gal a lift since her ride sorta blew up." Oh that Deadpool.
    Then he waves toward Willow for her to come on over.

Black Widow (Romanoff) has posed:
Natasha stares at Alexander, wrinkling up her nose as the stench precedes him. As she stares, all the rest of the windows of the SUV begin sliding down. "I feel bad for the level ones who get to clean this thing later."

She glances to the gathered people, eyes pausing on the healing Deadpool, then back to the rest of the crowd. "I can give a ride to whomever you like. The stench will be the same either way."

Spike has posed:
Spike's ears perked up when he was offered a lift, assuming the invitation was to him as well, and seeing as he took the train here, it seemed a good idea. Moving towards the SUV, he would do what he could to get rid of any of the excess slime before finding a seat. Knowing his luck, Deadpool would come, and find the seat right next to him. Thinking aloud, he asked, "I wonder where they got the boxes for the Judge," who he had earlier assembled. He didn't want to re-assemble the judge, just wanted body part sized boxes... for a friend.