13596/Storm of the Century

Storm of the Century
Date of Scene:	06 July 2021
Location:	Coney Island
Synopsis:	A magical storm is thwarted by various superheroes, and a sinister plot uncovered..
Cast of Characters:	Buffy Summers, Superman, Thomas Raith, Poseidon, Kit Killovarras, Dracula
Tinyplot:	Open Door

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Buffy Summers has posed:
Earlier that day...

Its a beautiful day on the beach, not a cloud in the sky as people lazily swim on the waves or play in the sun. It seems there are still several weeks left of summer and everyone is out in full swing, determined to enjoy it. There's even a few sail boats and a small ferry further out to sea, enjoying a perfect day..

Five minutes later..

Its a full on perfect storm, the kind that hasn't been seen around these parts in a very long time. Massive tidal waves come crashing in, shaking up sail boats, threatening to tear that ferry apart and sending people screaming and running in panic. Even cars on the nearby roads are struggling with the deluge of water crashing through the streets, sweeping a few cars away, slamming others into each other.

Buffy had hoped for a nice quiet trip to the beach as she and Thomas are stuck in traffic, "Why does this happen every time we try to have a nice relaxing day? I swear.." she mutters.

Superman has posed:
The day had started in a different guise as a mild mannered reporter. That changed soon enough as the storm escalated severely.

As the waves began to swell, and the storm hit a crescendo, the red, blue and gold of the Man of Steel apears. Moving to the most troubled areas as fast as he could without damaging the environment around him, Superman was there.

At this point, he was so busy, he couldn't discover what the problem was.

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith had barely had the time to put the top up on the low white Corvette before the rain came rushing in. "The Gods see us having too much fun and get jealous." He says with an amused smirk, and since the traffic is virtually stopped, takes the moment to cup Buffy's chin and give her a quick kiss. "But to Empty Night with the," he adds with a smirk, shaking his head. "At least we don't have to worry about hitting anything in the low visibility. We are barely moving." Of course to Thomas anything slower then 80 is barely moving...

Poseidon has posed:
Poseidon is one of those enjoying the sun. But he's not swimming. Nope, he's sitting at the side of one of the piers with a fishing line in the water. It is, of course, connected to a pole that's held in his hands. A couple of minutes before the storm hits, his head lifts, and a frown creases right between his eyes. He starts to reel the line in and gets the pole broke down enough to put away in the cooler he had been propping his feet on. Perfectly calm day. There's a quiet grumble from the God of Storms as he rises to his feet to fold up the chair and lay it next to the cooler.

And then the storm is breaking. Poseidon raises his hands and thrusts them toward the sea. The massive tidal waves that are crashing in... sink back into the waters for as far as the god can see. The rest he does nothing about, seeking only, for the moment, to keep the waves from killing anyone whilst he seeks the focal point of the storm. His eyes and mind alike scan the area for wherever it might be.

Kit Killovarras has posed:
Even if he was still the skittish thing he was, Kit left home to explore and explore he does. He'd heard about Coney Island and he wanted to take a look, even if he had been keeping to strange areas of the place and was covered from head to toe in baggy cloths, a hoodie and never took his hands out of his pockets.

When things start going pear-shaped though, he just sort of stands the for a moment dumb-struck like a deer in a set of headlights, staring as a tidal wave comes crashing in and then? Then they're gone? There's a weird, toothy grin from the creature as he mutters, "Well, this feels weird." to himself, then starts looking around, a clawed.... paw? coming out of his pocket as he brushes his hood back, perks his ears up and starts using what senses he can. After all, these people aren't screaming because of him and now he's curious as to why they are. As for the screaming? Screaming he can generally tune out, even if it's a painful experience.

If he comes across anyone injured, they'll get his attention but for now? For now he's in curious Aardwolf mode.

Dracula has posed:
The storm is an interesting thing. One moment of nothing and then the next it was there. An anomaly, and such things have a way of catching Vlad's attention. Of securing it. There is a flicker of shadows, a swelling of them as they gather in one place. And where he hadn't been, he then appears. "Interesting," he murmurs softly. The shadows part and slither away, dissipating in all directions from him. He is as he often is -- dressed all in black, though for today the only spot of red is a pocketsquare within the button-up shirt that he wears. His black hair reaches somewhere between his shoulderblades, his skin pale and his goatee and mustache neatly trimmed. A black peacoat rests about his shoulders, and he tilts his head a touch to one side, looking over the sea.

And he notices, too, the fisherman, which causes him to tilt his head a touch to one side. "Most interesting," Dracula murmurs softly, a thoughtful note to his voice. He is perhaps a couple of dozen feet away from where Poseidon happens to be, and he shifts slightly, to start to walk towards him. He lifts his right hand, and he makes a slight gesture, a wall of solid shadows appearing to line the edge of the shore in his own effort to hold back the sea. This had not been in his plan for today, but sometimes -- sometimes plans need to change.

Superman has posed:
The storms were incredible. "Never seen anything like this, naturally, occur here before. " On Coney Island. Preventing an accident from occurring and saving several civilians from being hit by a massive wave with a judicial use of heat vision, Superman pauses as the waves dissipates in steam."

"Please head home where it is safer!" As the civilians all scramble to head away from the coast, Superman takes a moment to concentrate on the sounds coming from, literally, everywhere in this part of New York.

Buffy Summers has posed:
It's a good thing Superman is here, as he manages to upright tilted sailboats, sparing the ferry from capsizing as well. Many people stand in awe of the famous superhero and nod, hurrying to safety. Others are already fleeing their cars, heading for the nearest shelter as it seems to affect even those further in on the road where Buffy and Thomas are.

Then Poseidon, lord of the seas, does his magic, calming the waves, breaking the last tidal wave before it can crash on land and cause more chaos. Which manages to calm the seas at least. But then there is the lightning and gale force winds, the violent hail which continues to beat down.

And as an eerie darkness shrouds the daylight, blotting out the sun, frightening creatures emerge, humanoid in appearance, but growling and snarling, baring fangs as they start to herd the people on the beach towards a big old trailer in a corner of the beach. Buffy smirks and kisses Thomas amid the chaos, though her eyes flick quickly towards the beach.

"Hold it, I'm sensing something evil..Vampires, maybe? zon the beach. We gotta go.."

Superman has posed:
Right now it was important for Superman to keep the streets safe, the civilians out of harms way, and people alive in the face of the widespread massive storm they were facing. For the time being, Superman was on the sidelines, but at the moment when it was necessary, he would be there to help whenever necessary!

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith sighs as Buffy mentions Vampires, and with the tone of someone who has had more then one date ruined and will likely have many more in the future, and has long since come to terms with the idea. "Of course there are Vampires." he says, reaching into the back seat and stealing a single plump strawberry from the strawberry pie back there, then he gets out of the car, his white poets shirt becoming almost instantly transparent. "Just once, why can't we have a date interuped by a pack of fluffy kittens... or a sweedish stripper convention..

Poseidon has posed:
For the most part, everything and everyone around Poseidon is ignored by him. Until a familiar voice is heard and he turns his head enough to see the man standing there. The creature, more like. He shakes his head. "What do you think you're doing? I don't need any help holding back the sea. Go. Leave the sea to me. Get people to safety," he commands. And there's no mistaking the fact that the words /are/ a command. He's fine with keeping the sea at bay. It's the people there on the island that are in danger, not him.

His long silvery hair and beard have already darkened with the water pouring down. His clothing is soaked. Jeans and a light flannel top over a black teeshirt. When darkness descends and creatures begin to emerge, herding people toward a certain trailer... Poseidon casts a baleful glance at the sea, as though to tell it that it better continue behaving, or he would be cross with it.

Poseidon turns then and starts toward the trailer, pausing only to glance to Dracula. "Are you coming?" Then he allows himself to be herded like the other people here toward that trailer.

Kit Killovarras has posed:
"Oh, beautiful.. These idiots again?" Kit mutters as he pulls off his hoodie, tossing it into a food stand, taking note of which one so he can retrieve it later. Then, with only his jeans and tank top on, he lets himself stand to his full height, rolling his shoulders and shaking off the stiffness from how he keeps himself bent and low. The trailer gets a glance and perked ears, he's going to check it out, but his first focus is on the creatures rounding people up.

He moves towards a group of them trying to herd a few people, his fur suddenly crackling with a violet energy as he approaches, then? Then his mouth opens and he belts out an almost ear-splitting roar!

Regardless of the response, hell look at the civilians and barks an order of, "RUN!" motioning with one paw in the opposite direction of the distant trailer. Then he'll turn his attention to the ones doing the herding, his own teeth bared and his fur raised. There's only one true snarly boi here and he's more prone to biting faces, not necks.

Dracula has posed:
Chaos and mayhem. There are a great many things that Vlad could do to add to such a thing, and yet -- oddly, perhaps, he chose to lend help. He takes a moment to look up to the sky, considering the darkness that has come to blot out the daylight, but his gaze readily turns away from it. And his attention turns instead towards the fisherman. "If you prefer it to be so," Dracula says, inclining his head towards the fellow. The shadow walls vanish rather swiftly. There is a slight quirk of a smile that touches his lips, for the note of command was noted in the voice. "Mankind's saviour, I assure you, I am not. Since you asked it be done so nicely, I will make a certain allowance," he says softly, his dark eyes flickering but briefly with crimson. He makes a slight gesture, and number of pairs of shadow arms with hands start to grab people and physically, bodily, move them to safety. And they will continue to do so, even if he doesn't specifically watch them. He doesn't seem to care that he gets wet from the storm -- it doesn't bother him at all.

One of his eyebrows quirks just a touch as the creatures emerge, and he tilts his head faintly to one side. "Someone seems to have a nefarious plot hatching out," Vlad says in a thoughtful tone. And it isn't him! The elder vampire turns his gaze towards the trailer. "This bears investigation," he says softly, a flicker of curiosity in his voice. One ought keep tabs on the others who stir up evil, after all. He inclines his head towards Poseidon, the gesture one of agreement. "Indeed, I venture with you," he says, stepping along to easily close the distance to him.

Buffy Summers has posed:
At least the rain seems to calm down just a bit - was it the glare that Poseidon gave it that did it? Or maybe just a coincidence, who knows? Buffy grimaces at Thomas, "Sorry about this, I swear it's not my fault, I promise to make it up to you later." and she's running towards those vamps, slicing through them with her bladed tonfa, staking a few with the sharp wooden end as she tries to clear a path for fleeing people.

The appearance of the furry mutant causes many people to flee even faster, hopefully scattering a bit away from where the vamps are trying to herd them. Still more vampires rush towards Poseidon, Dracula, Superman and Thomas as they try to stop them. And while the rain and tidal waves have abated, the wind is realky getting pretty nasty, as is the lightning, seemingly aimed towards those heroes who dare interfere.

At least Dracula manages to get many to safety.

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith sighs, grubleing into the rain, "Oh yes you are going to make it up to me. And I'm not gonna settle for the French Maid this time. It's either the Slytherin School Girl, or the full on She-Ra cosplay... the real She-ra mind you, not that abortion they put on Netflix." he says grumbling as he reaches into the trunk and pulls out a cavlry saber and a sawed off shotgun.... then he puts the shotgun back and takes out a kukri. No point in panicing people with loud booms. Certainly not with the flying boyscout around..

Poseidon has posed:
The one true snarly boi that doesn't bite faces gets a glance and a nod of approval. Poseidon doesn't stop his forward momentum toward that trailer, however. He's rather single minded in going there. He's a lot like one of those tidal waves. Implacable and unlikely to stop without serious intervention on par with himself. The irony of Vladimir's words aren't lost on him, but does nothing save raise a brow at him. "Interesting shadow hands you have there," he comments moments later.

Poseidon does nothing to try to stop the vampires. Nope. Right at the moment, they're not actively harming anyone. Even if they come at him, he simply goes around them and continues moving toward that trailer. Once he reaches it, he'll put a hand on the door handle, and move to open it.

Kit Killovarras has posed:
With the innocents scattering away from his targets, Kit just sort of gives a snarling grin, "You smell like the other two." he muses, then one of his arms swings across, palm flat, claws leaving four glowing lines in the air that fire off, aimed at one vampire in particular that doesn't have an innocent person near them. The blades of energy are razor sharp and while one of them wouldn't take off a head, all four of them in rapid succession just might! It's a calculated attempt, get their attention on him and off of the people trying to flee, maybe turning a few of them to dust would accomplish that.

The lightning is ignored for now, he'll deal with that if it strikes too close for comfort and the wind? He's withstood sandstorms, it's not comfortable and it takes some effort to stay standing if it gets strong enough, but it feels familiar at least.

Dracula has posed:
There's a moment where Dracula looks over the horde of vampires who are acting like naught more than ill behaved children. He makes a soft tsk of sound, and he stops walking, his dark eyes narrowing a touch as he focuses his concentration upon them, to see to bending them to his very will. He could let them continue as they are, but he's not particularly of a mind to. What do these recalcitrant bloodsuckers not want everyone to reach? It has perked his curiosity, and he is rather intent on satisfying it.

There is little attention that he pays in the moment to the other things about him, and he gives a soft grunt to Percy's words. "One does one's humble best," he says softly, the words having a distracted sort of note to them. There's a faint glance given towards Percy, but the his attention turns ready towards the vampires. He gives a flick of his right hand, sending one that came to near to him flying a dozen feet.

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers smirks at Thomas, "If we get out of this alive, I'll do anything you want." she winks playfully at him as she jumps into the Frey, seeming to quite enjoy dancing with the vampires, "Just wish I knew why they're still getting all these vamps to replenish that army that I thought we nearly wiped out.." and that's a worrying thought.l

Thankfully they have allies, powerful ones at that. Thomas and Kit have no trouble slashing some vamps to ribbons, and it seems Poseidon effortlessly just avoids them. As Dracula nears the trailer, those that do t go flying just oddly, obediently just step out of his way..As if he were their master or something.

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith smirks a little bit, "Oh? Should we stop by the market for more whipped cream then?" he asks playfully, separating a vampire's head from it's shoulders with his Kukri, then another with a back swing of his saber. "Or maybe...Empty night." The playful banter drops from his voice as his tone turns to a combination of fear, awe, amazement, and just the tiniest smudge of fan boy. He's just laid eyes on Dracula.

Poseidon has posed:
Poseidon nods appreciation as the vampires step out of Vladimir's way. He still has to step around them to get past them. But as fast as he is, he has no problem with this. Most of the time, he takes the effort of not showing what he's truly capable of. In this moment, he's less worried about appearing mortal and more interested in what or who might be in that trailer.

Upon trying the handle.. he finds it's locked. And is distracted just a hair by the smidge of fan-boy gazing at Dracula. He reaches out with his other arm and gently elbows Vladimir in the side, then nods toward Thomas. "Looks like you have a fan," he comments. Is that amusement in his tone?? He shakes his head and flexes on the door handle, giving it just a little bit of his strength.

The result is the thing pops off, quite broken off. "Ooops," he comments without much contrition at all.

Kit Killovarras has posed:
With more and more of the potential victims able to flee, more and more Vampires start dying to various flying energy-blades. After a few moments, Kit would be panting, but his claws are still glowing and he's still focused on potential enemies. When the others try the door and the lock clicks, it draws the creatures attention, one ear swiveling to the sound before his attention darts over towards the trailer. "Hey!" he calls out to the two, "Don't know if you can sense it, but whatever's in there is magic!" His voice has the potential to carry quite a ways, so hopefully the two will hear him. While it is always entirely possible that they already know that little fact, better safe than sorry, right?

Dracula has posed:
As the vampires of the horde do as he had bid them, a hint of a smile barely turns up the corners of his lips. It's always nice when such things work as they're supposed to. Dracula turns his attention from the horde, his dark gaze moving beyond them to look across the rest of the area, and his head tilts a touch to one side as his gaze settles on the White Court vampire. One of his eyebrows slightly quirks, a flick of a glance going towards the slayer and then back to the vampire. He heard the emotions within the words, he did, and his dark eyes show a glitter of crimson to them. "Interesting," he says quite softly.

Vlad turns his gaze back towards Percy at being elbowed in the side, and he inclines his head slightly. "Such does seem to be the case, for some reason," he allows, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He knows exactly why. He has a particular reputation, after all, especially amongst vampires. His gaze flicks lightly over towards the aardwolf, one of his eyebrows quirking a touch a moment before he gives a small nod at the warning, of sorts. His dark gaze turns back to Percy as the doorknob is popped off, and he lifts his right hand to use his magic to attempt to leverage the door open.

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers had once encountered Dracula, or *a* Dracula at any rate. In fact the other Scoobies had too, some having more embarrassing encounters than others. But she has heard there are more than one, or was that part of the mystique? She pauses as she sees him, eyes widened in disbelief. "Dracula...? For real..?"

Meanwhile, as Poseidon or 'Percy' breaks open the lock and steps in, he will notice the trailer is oddly bugger inside, full of numerous cages full of screaming humans while vampires snarl and claw at them on the other side. In the center of the trailer is a raised area where a beautiful woman with mocha brown skin and long thick black hair and ceremonial robes is deep in concentration in some sort of spell, lips trembling softly as she kneels in front of some cauldron, skin prickling with energy. Apparently she is the one controlling the storm with magic. Dark magic.

Of course she is surrounded by four big burly vampire guards, dressed in armour and carrying spears, battle axes and swords.

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith nods slightly, almost reverently. I mean what else can you do when you actually see what could be best described as a malevolent god. The ironic part is, he doesn't miss a slash, a parry, or a slice, all while never taking his eyes from the dark lord. It's not fair, he doesn't even practice..

Poseidon has posed:
Poseidon spares a glance for the canine looking mage creature. He nods once, appreciative of the advice. Even if he did already know, it's still good advice. He nods thanks as the door is levered open with Dracula's magic. He turns his attention within the building, and steps inside. He takes a moment there to take a measure of the place. THe humans in cages, vampire guards.. or perhaps vamps waiting for the horderves.

His blue eyes fall to the dark woman in ceremonial robes, and his upper lip curls a little bit. He lifts his hands and electrical power in the form of a pair of lightning bolts shoots out, heading straight toward the woman and her four burly vampire guards clad in their metal armor. Oooh, that's gonna sting!

Kit Killovarras has posed:
Somewhere between killing vampires and making sure that people are getting away safely, Kit manages to get a moment of reprieve, even if it means literally cutting down a few more as he walks towards one of the - more than likely vacant - food stalls. He makes sure it's vacant, checks the prices and grabs what he wants, tallying up the cost and putting the appropriate amount in a safe-ish place near the till. After all, fighting is a workout! Fuel needed, omnom-munch!

As for the trailer? He'll let the others deal with it, they look more than capable and if he would have gone to help them? Chances are he would have hit his limit for what he's currently capable of.

Dracula has posed:
Perhaps there was only one, or perhaps there was more than one. There are many possibilities, where Dracula is concerned. Some of the myths might well be true while others might be made more of fiction than anything else. His dark gaze turns towards the interior of the trailer, and there's a moment where he takes in the tableau that it has to offer. A glance is given towards the vampires, and the guards around the witch. His steps pause, and that sense of concentration returns to him as he seeks to once more impose his will upon the vampires.

There's a glance that he gives Percy before his gaze turns towards the lightning bolts that are cast, watching them crackle through the air. And a hint of a smile touches at the corners of his lips. "Good choice," he says quietly, inclining his head slightly towards the man out of what seems to be approval. Then his dark gaze slides towards the witch once again.

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers blinks slowly, eyeing Dracula warily. He's cunning, that's for sure. But whose side is he on, really? She gently elbows Thomas, trying to bring him back to reality. "Come on don't tell me your a big fan of the biggest bad? Although..What's he doing here, almost seems like he's on our side." she frowns as she advances, "Okaay, that wasn't expected." she eyes the parting of vamps and pulls back for now, not sure if that's part of some grander, eviler plan..

But as Percy steps in and aims lightning bolts at the vampire guards and their mistress, they're already rushing to protect their leader, taking the brunt of the attack and shrieking in pain as they are reduced to a pile of dust.

Then it takes but a glance from Dracula for more vamps to abandon their post and starting to swarm the vamp sorceress who is only just completing her spell, staring in shock as her minions turn against her. After the light show, she is exhausted and easily overwhelmed by the snarling aggressive vamps, some who slice at her with weapons, others who feed hungrily on her, dog piling her rabidly.

Amid the chaos, it seems there is only one vampire, particularly strong )of will who does not succumb to the psychic attack and with a snarl, he pulls back, pulling out some sort of device, tossing it at the cage he was guarding.There is a blinding flash and then he and his four prisoners are gone..

But many more remain, currently unguarded..

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith blinks a bit as his lover elbows him, pulling him back to reality and actually causing him to blush slightly. "Hey, what can I say, the man is a legend for a reason." He shakes his head though coming fully back to himself and adds. "Though I can promise you one thing. He's not on /our/ side. no matter what, he'll be on the same side he's always been on. His own." he shakes his head and adds "I've gotta call Lara and tell her I got to fight beside Dracula.."

Poseidon has posed:
Poseidon holds the lightning until the four armored vampire guards are dust, and nods to Dracula. "Thanks," he says. Then readies another blast, only to see the other vamps swarm the sorceress. He lowers his hands a trifle and looks to see if there's any other big bads to deal with. He winces at the blinding flash, throwing up his arm to protect his eyes as best as he can.

Once he lowers his arm, that one vampire and four prisoners are gone. "Hmm." He looks at the now empty cage thoughtfully. Then shakes his head and turns his attention to the other cages. He concentrates for a moment, waves his hands and the cages all open, as if by magic. He glances at Vladimir, and then turns to walk out of the trailer.

Kit Killovarras has posed:
After a bit of a snack, Kit just sort of glances to the trailer and tilts his head, then goes to retrieve his hoodie, pulling it back on and getting himself comfortably uncomfortable in his typical crumpled up stance, lowering his profile significantly. He folds his ears back, giving a little smile as he pulls his hoodie up, then stuffs his paws into the pockets and starts off, humming a little tune and smiling to himself as he does. The others have this under control and the last thing panicked people need to see is a giant animal right after a mass vampire attack, right?

Dracula has posed:
The elder vampire has a keen sense of hearing, and the words of the slayer reach his ears. He tilts his head faintly to one side, taking a moment to consider things. Perhaps to consider certain appearances. Then the barest hint of a smile touches at the corners of his lips, and there's a spark of crimson to reflect in his dark eyes. He tsks softly at the 'biggest bad' part of what had been said. Surely there are others worse than he!

The chaos of what happens in the wake of the command (and the actions of the one who avoided it) allows him a long enough moment to swiftly step forward and past Percy, without touching him. He reaches the vampire mage being mauled by the others, then reaches past them in order to lean forward and grab her wrist with his right hand, his grip vice-like. He says nothing, but there is a dark swirl of shadow shot through with faint streaks of crimson that rushes over her physical self. When the shadows have gone, the mage is also gone, and he gives a faint shake of his right hand before retrieving his pocketsquare from his shirt pocket, straightening as he does. He wipes his hand off, and then he tucks the pocketsquare away once more. Mage? What mage? There's a glance towards the other cages, then a nod to Percy, perhaps approving as the prisoners are released, a bare hint of a smile touching his lips. He turns on a heel and steps quietly towards the exit of the trailer. The black colour has begun to fade from his hair, leaving it white. His ears have become a touch more elven in nature, a bit more pointed. The dark brown colour of his eyes has turned darker, to black, a spark of crimson within them. One of his eyebrows quirks a touch at the words he overhears from outside from the White Court vampire, and he makes a soft tsk of sound at the same moment that he steps down the stairs of the trailer to the beach.