13639/Ghost Ship

Ghost Ship
Date of Scene:	18 July 2021
Location:	Coney Island
Synopsis:	A cargo ship is attacked by vampires. Fortunately various heroes are on hand to stop them
Cast of Characters:	Buffy Summers, Phantasm (Drago), Winter Soldier, Thomas Raith, Mon-El
Tinyplot:	Open Door

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Buffy Summers has posed:
There had been a lot of activity on the docks near Coney Island lately. Activity of the highly suspicious, dangerous, supernatural bloodsucking variety. Of course most of it will have been written off as gangs on drugs or other similar stories. Buffy knows better, so she had been scouting the area fairly regularly for any new activity.

Lately things have calmed down on the docks. Up until recently. Call it a hunch or slayer sense or something else. Whatever it is, Buffy's back and has put out a line to the Scooby channel for back up as she spots a ship coming into the harbour, apparently on fire...If there are people onboard, they are unusually quiet. Something must be wrong but it would be hard to tell from shore.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Well, true to form when there is need, a text message is received. However if Buffy was only expecting for her message to Nick to be seen by the musician only, that was not the case. He had a friend over and well. Said friend has a way of finding out things anyways.

This is why Nick's approach was not the manner the scoobies are used to. Instead of dream travel or flight, the musician is wearing a helmet and bookbag. He is also riding in on a vintage 40s Motorcycle with an extended seat.

Wait a minute.

Nick doesn't have a license...

Winter Soldier has posed:
    And that would be because Nick isn't the one driving. No, he is being driven around on this motorcycle by a man who is either so confident in his own skills as a rider that he doesn't bother with helmets, or possibly only has the one. And that is indeed a vintage 1940 Harley Davidson Softail, thank you much, paint glossy and chrome gleaming.

    The bike comes to a stop and the driver flicks down the stand, killing the engine with one last roar. Not the stealthiest of approaches, but it certainly was fast...

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith for his part was there when Buffy sent out the message, so he drove out, most likely with her. He's not wearing white tonight either, perhaps in deference to Buffy's on going protest that he can wear white into the sewer and come out installed. Instead he's gone the other route, Black jeans and a black t-shirt that makes his pale skin even paler... like some sort of fallen angel... He opens the car's glove box and offers over a pair of binoculars. "Well see anything?" He asks calmly, giving Nick an amused smile as he pulls up. "Nice bike..."

Mon-El has posed:
    A flaming ship coming into New York harbor, but no one has sounded an alarm of any kind? No panicked cries for assistance? That's definitely suspicious. Lar is hovering above the water, peering down at the strange occurrence. He begins to make his way down toward it, aiming to use his enhanced senses to scan it and see if he can figure out just what is going on down there.

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers did indeed arrive on the scene in Thomas' car, dressed in similar black tshirt and black jeans. "Ship on fire in the middle of the night, no calls for help, no alarms sounding and in the same place that those vampires attacked a few weeks ago." she narrows her eyes, "Could be a coincidence, then again, maybe not.."

Thankfully the ship is at least close enough to the dock that they can just about reach it from the longest pier. As Nick pulls up with someone new, she smirks and nods to them. "Hey Nick, nice ride. Whose your friend?" a curious brow is arched at James., not sure why Nick brought him along. But surely he has a good reason, right?..

Mon-El may sense there are life forms aboard, although many are unconscious, or dead. There are also figures lurking around, oddly without heartbeats or breathing.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
When the motorcycle come to a complete stop and the engine dies away, Nick dismounts the iron horse. The smaller of the two men reaches up, undoing the strap to the helmet before handing it over to Bucky. "Thanks," Nick offers up. Not the stealthiest of entrances but, hey a boat is on fire. Who is looking at the motorcycle? Also it wasn't as white knuckle inducing as the last time he was on the bike so... reasonably discreet.

Upon the duo reaching Buffy and Thomas, he gives a small smile to the compliment on the bike. He tilts his head in indication to the eldest man. "His ride." He admits.

Considering Nick's style, is there any need to state what color outfit he's wearing today? (Hint: Not white.)

He looks to Bucky, lifting a hand in indication. "This is James. We were going over some stuff when your text came in. He offered me a ride."

The hand shifts over, indicating the slayer and club owner to Bucky, "And this is Buffy. And the tall guy over there is Thomas."

Winter Soldier has posed:
    There are some thing that are eternal, that transcend time and even epochs. Surely, from the moment man was able to concoct some form of vehicle, there have been others who would comment on it while driving a slightly different vehicle. Be that chariot, dog cart, palanquin or coach and four... So when Thomas comments on the bike, James turns to look at the Porsche, takes a moment to take off his sunglasses, stow them, and then dismount his Harley. "Thanks. Nice car."

    It's a flat monotone. Possibly nothing was meant by it. Possibly.

    "James." the man introduces himself to Buffy, with a boyish smile and a polite nod, although stopping short of offering a hand. "A pleasure to meet you, Miss Buffy."

    The smile is aimed briefly at Thomas as well, although no verbal acknowledgement of any sort of pleasure at their newfound acquaintance is forthcoming.

    It's only then that he looks over to the bay and glances at the ship. That's on fire. "Huh. Maybe we should call the coast guard about that ship? Seems like they might need assistance."

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith glances at his car as if noticing that it is "A nice one" for the first time and shrugs his acknowledgement. six-figure sports car? Yeah no big deal. "Well it's nice to meet you James," He says calmly, glancing out at the boat, apparently not minding any sort of smiling or whatever at Buffy. He was never the jealous type. "So it's out there... were back here. Anyone have a solution to this?"

Mon-El has posed:
    Lar frowns, figuring the things lurking must be robots or something. But his first concern is for the ones that are unconscious but still alive. They may need to get out of the fire, and fast. He lands on the deck of the fiery ship, and starts working to get the unconscious people to safety, onto lifeboats if there are any left or just onto shore somewhere, since it wasn't too far out.

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers nods to Nick and James, "Nice to meet you James. Dunno if Nick filled you in on what we do but, I trust Nick so I'm gonna trust you too."bas for the ship, she shrugs, "I get the feeling this is nit just a mundane emergency, clearly the crew are unconscious or under attack, besides my slayer senses are tingling. It's not far from the dock, we'll just have to drive up to the dock, then jump,or swim a little to get there, come on!" and she jumps back in the car, waiting for the rest to join her.

Mon-El will have little trouble getting to some of the unconscious people, although the fire is really flaring out of control by now, and some of those un breathing figures rush out to try a d block his path, snarling as they lash out with claws and fangs at him.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
"With it being on fire?" Nick asks, frowning to the distance, "The odds of someone on that ship currently dreaming to get us over there is sli-"

Ok so the boat is much closer to the dock than initially expected "-Or we can move closer to the dock and try jumping on. Alright." He tugs off his bookbag reaching in to pull out some actual stakes, offering them over to Bucky. If stakes in the heart don't work, there's always decapitation."

Yes this is a COMPLETELY normal conversation to have with new additions.

Winter Soldier has posed:
    The corner of his mouth lifted in the ghost of a smile, Bucky can think of half a dozens ways to approach this. But points for Thomas for dragging everyone on track, and being sarcastic about it. Still, that's a white sports car... And true, he could treat it like a Bren carrier and ride along, it's more than likely that someone who owns a pristine white car is going to take offense to someone putting boot marks on the paint.

    And so quickly, possibly more quickly than anyone might have expected, Bucky once again mounts his bike and starts the engine, pivoting the bike /and/ his passenger to the side slightly so he can kick the stand back up, before pushing off and opening the throttle. "Do I want to know why our weapon of choice is a wooden stake?" he shouts over the roar of the engines, in a voice more used to being overheard on noisy battlefields.

Mon-El has posed:
    Lar managed to get a few of them to safety before the strange creatures that seemed to be alive but not alive at the same time start attacking him. Okay, not robots then. They seem feral, in fact. But how...?

    He swipes at them, aiming to get them out of his way, but at the same time attempts to scan them in more detail as well. What exactly are they?

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers just smirks at Bucky as Nick hands him the stake, "I'll let Nick fill you in on the way!" and once both parties drive further down the beach and closer the pier and come to a stop, Buffy jumps out, leading the way. Fortunately she has the super strength that lets her easily leap the space between the dock and the boat, effortlessly clearing the water and landing on the cargo ship which thankfully is low enough and has a little ladder that makes this feat easier.

Assuming the others follow, they will all be co fronted by much the same scene as Mon-El, who seems to have little trouble in carrying unconscious bodies to safety and handling the super strong but not ridiculously strong undead creatures.

While many simply get swiped away, more still pile up on deck, rushing at Mon-El and the others. And somewhere below deck, a loud cry for help can be heard through a partially open window.

Mon-El will discover these creatures are rather odd..They seem to be of human composition and yet their hearts aren't beating, they're not breathing as if they were dead humans, but somehow far stronger and tougher, with fangs and claws too.

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith has no trouble grabbing the ladder where Buffy grabbed it once she get's herself clear. "You know," he says conversationally, "some girl's like to have quiet dinners out. Romantic candle light. Maybe a show. I bet there are boyfriends who go their entire relationships without ever once going onto flaming boats to battle vampires. Just an observation." He says in a mild teasing voice...

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Having passed off the weapon to Bucky and put the bookbag back on, Nick is quick to get back on the bike. Because for one, Bucky may have questions and for two-

Honestly if it's between Bucky and Thomas's driving... Well. Yeah. At least Nick can cite never bothering to go for a license for his driving oopsies.

"She's the slayer," Nick replies over the engine, his positioning making it a bit easier to be heard than to hear, "If she's calling, it's usually vampires or ghouls that need killing. Stakes through the heart or decapitation's usually the way to go."

There's a moment of silence save for the motor revving, "Honestly after the teleporting dogs, brood, and other space shit, are you THAT surprised this is sometimes how I spend my nights?"

As soon as the bike reaches its destination and stops, the helmet is rested upon the bike seat. Nick runs towards the dock. As he does so, the scar on his lower right forearm fades away to reappear on his left. Taking an unnatural leap, the musician glides in the air before landing quietly upon the deck.

Wait. Did he just LEAVE his friend to fend for himself?

Winter Soldier has posed:
    The bike skids to a halt on the dock, and the stand comes down quickly. As the engine dies down, Bucky is already off the bike and running. It's a run that's eating up distance at a good rate, and most importantly, he's running /towards/ a ship that's on fire, which could be considered odd for anyone who's just been told that there might be vampires on board. "You live an interesting life, Nick!"

    And then there's the jump.

    It's one of those impossible jumps, as if the legs powering it belong to some sort of superhuman. It's the way someone would expect Captain America to leap for distance, easily clearing the rail and landing on the flaming deck. Where he notices another hero is already at work, one that is at least familiar from the teleporting dog saga.

    Almost as an afterthought, the stake is thrown overhand towards the chest of the nearest snarling creature. Either it's a vampire or it's not, but a few feet of sharpened wood through the heart will probably be effective regardless, living or undead. "Do this often?"

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith swings up over the railing, the last to technically get onto the deck, drawing his kukri into each hand... At some point he somehow put on a black bandana over his flowing hair, making him look like some sort of pirate. He moves in to decapitate another of the vampires with a smooth motion. He shrugs at Bucky, "It comes with the territory... you'd think there would be more lunches in Paris, but it is what it is..."

Mon-El has posed:
    Lar frowns, thinking maybe these are some kind of undead creature or something. With the others arrival, he turns toward them, recognizing Nick, Bucky, and Thomas but not Buffy. "Not exactly sure what we're up against, maybe undead something? I've got most of the survivors to safety," He's not exactly an expert on this kind of stuff. But then he hears that cry for help, coming through an open window. Off he flies toward the source of the sound, in search of whoever still needs help!

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers is a bit busy herself, dispatching vampires left and right once she's on deck and there seem to be a lot of vamps around here, more than she expected. She arches a brow at Mon-El, who seems to possess considerably more strength than an average human or even super powers human. "And you are...?" she peers at him warily, eyes narrowed as she tries to figure out his angle. But he at least seems to be on their side.

And right now, there are other things at stake. There's that scream again and she narrows her eyes, heading for the steps, "Something going on below deck.." she just smirks at Mon-El, "Whoever you are, know that these creatures are not human. They're not even alive. Sorry but dint have time to share with you a PowerPoint presentation on vampires. Sounds like there's activity going on below." she nearly trips over a dead body or two, their blood drained dry. And barely flinches as she disappears into the cabin.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Upon reaching the deck, Nick spins around, hands reaching back and INTO his closed backpack. Pale eyes observe the super soldier taking his jump and takes a step back to clear the landing area. There's a bit of a half smile "I think that statement applies to you too." He admits.

As a snarling creature pops out of the shadows, Nick swings a hand holding a wooden drumstick over, sinking it into the chest before letting go of the stick and pulling his hand back. "More than I would like." Nick admits, pulling out another drumstick, "But, hard to ignore."

He turns his head, hearing talk of more activity inside, bending down to scoop up the drumstick from the pile of ash. Seeing Buffy already go in, Nick hanks back. "Alright. Looks of things. Buffy's got the inside, so,we work up top." His head turns up to look to the floating Mon-El. "Hey again! Vampires. Stake through heart or beheading. Either of those work." He looks to the fire. "I think someone tried the fire approach before we got here."

Winter Soldier has posed:
    "Reminds me a lot of the last time I was in Paris, actually." Bucky quips back. He started off with the usual desultory defense with a few punches and kicks reserved for the likes of terrorists or criminals, but finds that these things... are tough. It's like sparring with Steve! And that means he can finally just cut loose and use what SHIELD persists in calling 'excessive force'. Like kicking a vampire in the head so hard it spins end over end and lands flat on its back, so it can be speared by a deck railing that's been hastily ripped out of its stanchions. The vampire he threw the stake at is no longer there, having crumbled to dust, and that crumbling is turning to be a tactical inconvenience. Normally you can use the bodies of previous assailants to hinder the advance of the next few assailants, but in this case that's an impossibility.

    But at least that does mean he can pick up that stake where it dropped without the messy business of having to wrench it out of a corpse. Convenient.

    And now at least Bucky knows why Nick has so many drumsticks.

    Unfortunately, this is where gallantry suddenly overtakes common tactical sense, and Bucky starts to follow Buffy. Leaving a lady to face peril on her own?! Unthinkable! "Yell if you need me back on deck." he calls over his shoulder to Thomas, Nick, and Lar. They got this. Surely?

    James Barnes, you gallant idiot.

Mon-El has posed:
    "I gathered as much." Lar replies to Buffy's comment about the creatures not being alive as they both rush off to find the source of the screaming. "Lar Gand." he answers her question of his identity. "And yourself?" Surely, the rest of them can handle themselves against these vampires. Right?

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith for his part is moving like an Angel of death through the Vampires, keeping his back facing Buffy at all times, knowing that nothing dangerous would be coming from that direction. More then a couple. a team mate. a Partner. "So after we get out of here, who is for Shawarma? I hear there is a nice Shawarma place near here... Oh, Thomas by the way." he says saluting Lars...

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers nods to Lar as he and the others follow. "Buffy, at your service." she smirks as she rushes in, finding more of the same thing. More dead down here, fewer people were kept alive. The place is a wreck too as if someone upturned the ship, looking for..Something.

Even so, there are more vampires down here too, so,em of which Buffy effortlessly defeats, moving in perfect synch with Thomas as if they were merely dancing, as if they do this all the time. "Shawarma sounds good, I'm starving. And you should know by now, no date with the Slayer is ever gonna be normal" she winks at him as she continues down the hall. It sounds like the scream for help came from a lower floor below deck.

"So what do we know, this is some sorta cargo ship right? Sooo maybe the vampires are after whatever goods are stored in the loading docks?" it's the only logical reason she can think of why they attacked it.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
And so Nick's left by himself up top. "Goddammit B-" Nick bites back the nickname as he sets out stabbing a few of the straggling vamps topside with drumsticks.

Well. If they need him they can call for him. But in the meantime, best keep the paths clear.

Winter Soldier has posed:
    "Maybe the vampires were on the ship, in their coffins in the cargo hold?" Bucky opines, occasionally dealing with the odd vampire that might get close enough to be a threat. Few enough of those, and he makes a mental note to have this Buffy and her friend added to some sort of watchlist. He's not sure which one yet, but anyone who deals with vampires on a regular basis enough to be blasé about is someone he's pretty sure SHIELD or WAND want to keep tabs on. "Shipped in by other vampires from overseas, woke up, felt peckish, had themselves a snack?"

    The 'vampire in the cargo hold' was a big thing back in his day, one of those urban legends that just wouldn't die.

    "Unless you're telling me there's such a thing as organised undead crime." If there is, WAND /definitely/ needs to be told!

Mon-El has posed:
    "Anyone know what's on the shipping manifest?" Lar asks. "Or have any idea what kinds of things these creatures are likely to be after?" Because he sure doesn't. He kind of lets the others deal with the monsters, as they seem to have things well under control. It's usually better this way, so he doesn't end up unnecessarily putting something or someone through the wall.

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith waits for a Vampire to pounce then uses both kukri's to cut off it's head like a piar of scissors, dissolving it into ash. "Usually if Vampires need to travel over seas they do it in luxury shipping containers these days." He says almost conversational to Bucky now. "Some books, maybe a an Ipad, a half dozen homeless to keep them going for the trip. Modern shipping vessels only take a few days to cross the Atlantic." He reaches behind him, grabbing a stake from the back of Buffy's waist band and throwing it at another Vampire that was coming through a window. "Of course you don't normally see them in these numbers either.

Buffy Summers has posed:
Up on deck, Nick may notice the ship is suddenly moving closer to the docks while a loud rumbling sound accompanies the lowering of a large door in the cargo hold down below, although it's probably easier to reach said cargo hold from where the others are. There is activity going on down below as well as as vampires start pulling out cargo crates, and a large black van pulls up to the docks, apparently waiting to relieve them of their cargo.

Meanwhile where Buffy and the others are, Buffy pauses and frowns as they clear the current floor. "Do you hear that? Sounds like just one more floor below--!?" She lets out a startled Yelp then as a well-placed spear flies at her from the darkness, impaling her through the chest and pinning her to a wall.

Two vampires step out of the darkness, both looking somehow stronger and more powerful than the small fry they've been dealing with so far. They are very muscular wth dark hair, light brown skin and Arabic features, speaking with some elaborate accent. "Sorry but we cannot let you go any further.." one of them is already moving towards Buffy, a blur of speed as he pulls out several throwing knives, aiming but not yet throwing them at Buffy, "Or she dies."

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith's eyes go from sparking blue to silver white in less then a heart beat. He spins and screams "BUFFY!" at the top of his lungs, tapping deeply into his own Hunger reserves. His skin glowing white as he too moves with that unnatural speed. As the vampire moves to draw his throwing daggers, thomas is already throwing his Kukri at him. Ther blades spinning like the worlds most deadly Frisbees. One aimed at the vampire's throat, the other it's wrist...

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
A rather sobering thought comes to mind as the boat comes closer and closer to the dock. The primary one being 'Who is steering the boat?' Now either it's someone human who is REALLY dedicated to their job despite the death and chaos going on, One of the undead themselves, or, there is no one steering and they're going to crash. While he may not see what's going on down below in the cargo hold, he does notice the van pulling up seemingly in wait for something.

Hmm. That's not suspicious at all.

With the lull up above, Nick shakes his head pulling out a handful of drumsticks. He gets a running start, fading from view before he leaps forward to land quietly near the van. He'll have to trust his teammates to get things handled. But right now-

He's got a van to keep from going anywhere else.

Winter Soldier has posed:
    The stake is already sailing through the air, preceding Bucky by the merest of margins. In his right hand a pistol has appeared, that is barking what would be a lethal load to anyone with enough vital signs left, a whole magazine emptied in the space of perhaps two heart beats.

    All emotion has left his face, interposing himself between the vampires and Buffy before running straight at them. Let them throw their knives...

    He's right behind Thomas, with that same lethal intent, left fist coming up in a punch as unstoppable as the wrath of a particularly vengeful god.

Mon-El has posed:
"Huh." Lar listens to Thomas' description, thinking. But he doesn't have much time before Buffy is suddenly impaled by a spear and two more who appear to be much stronger show up and start threatening.

    He quickly moves between those knives they're preparing and her, aiming to protect her. "Don't make me hurt you." he threatens them in return, his eyes glowing crimson to show that he's serious. But then the rest of the group is already charging. Ah, well. They don't have to exercise as much restraint as he does.

Buffy Summers has posed:
As Nick descends below he is met with more vampires who are loading crates into the van, rather efficiently as they can easily handle the big heavy creates with one hand. Still, one particularly clumsy vamp nearly slips and drops his cargo before the vamp overseeing the operation rushes over to steady it. "Careful you oaf! The Lords need these weapons and artefacts intact for the spell! I hear the m? scythe may even be among them if we're lucky!"

Meanwhile in the cabin, it seems the fast vampire has met his match in Thomas who manages to deflect almost all the knives, although now the vamp has turned on him, exchanging blows with his knife vs the white prince's Kuiri. Here and there he manages to slice into the vampire's flash, slowing him down but not outright killing him..Yet.

When Bucky charges in with a gun and fists, though it's the bigger of the two who stands in his way, clearly far stronger than most vamps though even then he staffers back a bit from buskers and the it'd blow, but while he's now bleeding a lot, there are no fatal wounds. He snarks and rips out a massive metal beam, swinging it out at the three heroes.

Buffy meanwhile curses as she struggles to get free of the Surat, which drive deep into her and the walk behind her, spurting blood everywhere. She even coughs out a bit if blood, but at least it missed her heart.

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith has often refered to himself as a monster. Anyone seeing him now likely would not argue the point. Like one of Satan's own angels he slashes at he knife weilding Vamp. Percision trained strikes moving at speeds to fast for mortal eyes to see. Thomas Raith is has checked out. The Hunger is in charge and it is relishing in its so rare freedom.

Mon-El has posed:
    Seeing as Bucky and Thomas seem to have the two guys well in hand, Lar turns to Buffy as she is struggling against the spear. She's definitely tougher than a typical Terran, that's for sure. He pulls at the projectile, attempting to get it out without causing too much more injury to her. "You okay?" he asks, even while he scans her to assess the damage and determine if she needs immediate medical assistance.

Winter Soldier has posed:
    So, bullets don't work against vampires. Good to know, although really Bucky had suspected. But it did what it needed to do, focus the attention of the vampire on him for a while, so they don't focus on the poor girl that's been run through. And, obligingly, the larger one decides to make it a contest of strength.

    As the beam is swung, Bucky's left hand suddenly moves to intercept it, catch it... there is a squeal of metal on metal, and the Winter Soldier seems to slide sideway for a moment, although his elbow remains locked, the beam making no progress until his boots find purchase.

    And then, with a look of pure indifference on his face, Bucky /squeezes/.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Taking advantage of his quiet arrival Nick sofly pads over to the front of the van. Taking care to eavesdrop on the evil plot development being uttered by those loading the van. The unseen head tilts curiously at mentions of the Lords and a scythe. Things are just getting more and more interesting.

As the vampires deal with the back of the van, Nick tends to the front, reaching the handful of drumsticks through the hood, he sets out to find the answer the kid should have really asked the wise old owl. How many drumsticks does it take to disable the engine block of a suspicious looking black van? One... Tw-WHOOOooo... Three...

Three? Nah screw it. He's releasing the entire handful into that sucker. Make it five.

Taking a moment, he glances to see how far along the vampires are before he rolls under the van. Might be harder to the patch the tires if he puts the holes in awkward locations...

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers would normally have no problem wrenching a spear out of the wall. But it seems the angle and the depth that it had been launched in was a bit much, even for her. She gasps a relieved sigh as Lar wrenches the spear effortlessly out of the wall however quite surprised at his incredible strength. "Phew..Thanks.." she sighs, slumping against the wall. The wound was deep and pretty damaging. She's already lost a lot of blood, enough that would put most people into shock, or at least knock em out. She's still standing however, looking more annoyed than anything. "Just gimme a minute..You have to cut off their heads, or stake em to kill em.." she offers helpfully.

Well it seems Thomas has the right idea as he aims for the head with those deadly knives of his, hacking and slashing in a blur of speed, even as the vampire matches most of his attacks. But it seems Thomas is the eventual Victor after repeated stabbings to the neck.With a shriek, the vampire eventually gives in, those repeated strikes to the head and neck eventually just ripping it off, sending the creature crashing to the ground in a bloody heap.

One down, one to go., and the second vamp is quite shocked to see that Bucky not only barely flinches at the swing but starts to crumple the metal beneath that powerful arm of his. Why you...!" he snarls angrily, charging at him with the metal column, attempting to impale him into the wall the same as he did with Buffy earlier.

The vamps outside continue to load their goods onto the van, although one of them pauses, peering around. "Did you hear something..?"

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Hearing the comment, Nick pauses for a moment. Did he-?

He shakes his head, reaching back into his bag to pull out even more drumsticks.

He closes his eyes for a moment.

Three...

Two...

One...

Inner countdown reached, Nick starts rolling stabbing drumsticks into the upper back portions of the tires. Pulling out the sticks, he rolls over to the other side to repeat the step with the other two tires.

Winter Soldier has posed:
    Ah, isn't it beautiful when your opponent totally loses composure and actually gets angry? Angry means mistakes. Such as charging a man who can crumple metal while holding a spear made out, in essence, nothing but metal.

    Again Bucky grabs the steel and twists it sideways, shredding his glove in the process, revealing silvery metallic fingers. But while someone is looking at the left hand, they might lose focus of the right, and that one is coming up rapidly to plunge a stake into the vampire's heart in the same effort.

    Ashes to ashes, dust to dust...

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith hacks at his own Vampire untill it turns to ash, then turns to the one who is focused on Bucky. He has no qualms what so ever about attacking that one from behind either. After all as he tells anybody, he is a monster.

Mon-El has posed:
    Lar regards Buffy uncertainly. She's definitely taken some damage, but it seems she's still standing, and talking too, so he doesn't make a fuss over it. "Thought you said they weren't alive?" he asks. "Anyway, I...try to avoid killing people if possible." he tells her, turning to watch Bucky and Thomas going hard at the creatures.

Buffy Summers has posed:
It doesn't take long for the second vampire to dissolve to dust between the double stabbings of Thomas and Bucky. It seems this floor is a little too quiet now, but activity continues on in the loading dock below. Buffy sighs and rolls her eyes at Lar. "Okaay, first off, those are vampires, they're undead, reanimated corpses if you will. So by killing them or destroying them or what have you, you are not committing murder, especially as they're technically.." she sighs, "Okay, really not that complicated.." but all this talking hurts, and coughs a bit again, sinking against the floor, trying rathe unsuccessfully to staunch the bleeding.

"I think.We should check on Nick..And thought I heard something down below.." but of course she's in no shape to go anywhere, even as she stumbles for her phone, sending Nick a hurried text message about his status, asking how things are topside. Then she just squeezes her eyes shut, trying to numb the pain..

Down below, the vampires continue to load stuff into the van. One goes round to start the engine, only to find its coughing and sputtering and refusing to start. "Hey, what's going on?" the others come out to check on the engine, "What the...Who sabotaged the engine?! Damn, we'll have to call in, maybe we can get em to teleport them, otherwise we'll have to foot it. Not too far from here!" One of them starts working on the engine, trying to fix the damage while another flips open a phone and starts making a call. "Told ya I heard something.."

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
Being that Nick is currently phantasmed, he's not aware of the text message going to the phone in his pants. FORTUNATELY he did have the sense to turn off the sound being that he's currently under a van surrounded by vampires. You'd think one would just lie down and call it a day right? After all, vehicle disabled, tires deflated. Good work!

But then they just HAD to mention calling it in and a possible teleport by those they're planning to call.

Oh HELL no.

Rolling towards the source of the first one whining about hearing something. Nick gets up, reaches a hand over over to hit the hangup button.

Boop.

The other one places the drumstick into the guy's chest and lets go of the stick, letting it become solid again.

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith's eyes are completely silver white, and his skin is still shimmering with unleashed energy. Someone who has been feeding almost exclusively on Slayer energy for months? You are what you eat apparently. The problem is, the Hunger has not checked in with Thomas to realize that the rumor's of Buffy's death have been greatly exaggerated and to calm down. He turns towards Buffy now. Every motion...sensual, almost perversely so... But his eyes are locked on Lars... you know the guy holding a bloody spear next to his "mate"?

Winter Soldier has posed:
    "Miss Buffy, perhaps you should stay here and let these people look after you and call an ambulance." Bucky counsels as he starts to move to the stairs down, having to balance professional duty with human empathy. It's unfortunately the latter he always struggles with. And it might be taken as a bad sign that he's holding onto the steel beam that vampire had just tried to impale him with.

    "And then maybe, when this is over, and you are well, you would do me the courtesy of answering a few questions." With that, he's down the stairs to confront whatever is lurking further below deck, already mentally composing a report he doubts anyone is going to believe. And he hopes, really hopes, that people don't end up killing each other while he has his back turned.

    There's only room for one monster on this deck.

Mon-El has posed:
    Lar frowns, thinking about this for a moment. Reanimated corpses, okay, but they did seem to be sentient. Well in any case, they were already down thanks to Thomas and Bucky, so it was kind of a moot point. There was another issue at hand though.

    "You're bleeding--a lot." he remarks. "Hold still a second. This might hurt." The Daxamite then focuses on the hole in her chest where she had been speared, aiming at it with low-intensity thermal vision in an attempt to cauterize the wound and stop the bleeding.

    He hasn't noticed Thomas glaring at him, as he's focused on stabilizing Buffy's blood pressure at the moment.

Buffy Summers has posed:
Nick easily slips by the vamps unnoticed, stabbing the first one which catches the attention of the others. "Hey, what was that? Whose there?" yells one. Another shakes his head! still holding a box. "Forget that, I called Iridessa, she said to meet her further inland..Dunno what's going on but we need these artefacts!" Anither growls, "Someone must have alerted the Slayer.." they're already running down the dock, carrying those crates with them. They'll figure out the failing van later.

There are more vamps coming out now, and as James and heads downstairs, he is likely to catch them in the middle of transferring as many boxes as they can by hand along the docks..

Meanwhile, in the cabin, Buffy glances only briefly at Thomas' blazing white eyes and the murderous look in his eyes, blinking in concern. "Thomas, you okay..?" but she barely has time to check on him when Lar decides to cauterize that nasty hole in her chest.

"Ahhh!" she screams out suddenly in pain, too weak, too tired to fight back.

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith screams as well and jumps towards Lars like a protagonist in a Japanese wire work movie, his Kukri flashing in the fire light like blades forged in hell. They swing with a ferousity of a tigers claws striking Lars savagely... an bending at right angles before the blades both snap off. He liked those knives. He really did. He then launches a flurry of blows aimed at Lars body... which might slaughter a human... but uhh...

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
SHIT. More than one of them must have been calling.

Well, with the van out of commission, it's still slowed them down at least. Not missing a beat, Nick starts giving chase, lashing out, shoving sticks left and right into the crate carrying vamps.

Yes.

This is why Nick has so many drumsticks.

And for those who are late to the party. Well, follow the trail of drumsticks and ash.

Winter Soldier has posed:
    Oh no, no no no... none of that. A Vampire heist? Really? For the last few minutes, Bucky has been out of his depth with the supernatural, dealing with creatures that until a short while ago was certain didn't actually exist. That takes some time to wrap his head around. But a heist? Well now, we're back inside of his remit.

    It's a case now of running down the vampires, swatting them down with the steel beam and staking them in passing, with that deceptive post-human speed. From ship, to dock, and beyond...

Mon-El has posed:
    As soon as Lar is finished with the cauterizing, he was about to check her vitals again to make sure her blood pressure had stabilized enough when Thomas comes flying at him with weapons that...really don't do a thing to him. The weapons on the other hand...

    He turns around and stares at Thomas. "Hey, I'm trying to help her, okay? She was bleeding out, had to get her blood pressure stable by putting a stop to the bleeding. She needs a hospital." he explains.

Buffy Summers has posed:
It seems Nick and James are more than enough of a match to take on the remaining vampires below...Mostly.Nick leaves a trail of drumsticks behind him, and plenty of piles of ash. Those that he misses are easily dispatched by James' equally efficient strikes, leaving only maybe two or three vampires who manage to barely flee with their crates of goodies. But the majority of crates are left behind..

Meanwhile, Buffy pants heavily as she tries to recover from the painful cauterizing method that Lar used. "I..I'll be fine..Just give me..Til tomorrow.." she grins her teeth, focusing in her breathing. Well..She doesn't have Wolverine's insane healing factor, but her healing ability is definitely nothing to scoff at either. The fact that she's still talking, still standing, her blood pressure stabilizing already, some of the lesser wounds already starting to heal is testament to that.

Right now she's more concerned about Thomas. "Thomas..? What's wrong? Stop, you have to stop..Please..Calm down!"

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith's head snaps around when Buffy speaks, His mind clearly not checking in with him at this stage. He grabs Buffy's head and kisses her hard, pressing his body and grinding agienst her in a way that is highly inappropriate. then he jerks back hard saying "You're hurt..." though his eyes are still silver, he's nowhere near all the way back.

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
As it becomes apparent that they won't be getting any more of the vampires, the phantasm slows to a stop, "Dammit." the unseen voice comments near Bucky. "We got to make sure they can't get the stuff they dropped."

As he walks back, a figure becomes visible, while in shape it's Nick and the bookbag, there's a bit of unmoving shadow that has wrapped around him. Seen but not distinctive. He starts scooping up the stray bits of drumstick, shoving them into the unopened backpack behind him. "Artifacts for a spell."

Mon-El has posed:
    Lar stares as Thomas suddenly grabs Buffy and kisses her very aggressively. Well, he didn't know either of them well enough to be a judge, honestly. But he's satisfied that she seems to be stabilizing for now. He thinks she should probably go to a hospital, but he isn't going to force anything on her if she doesn't want it. Hopefully he hasn't injured her even further with that....display of affection.

Winter Soldier has posed:
    Well... that was exciting. Deep breath. No way he's catching those last few, but hopefully what they got away with won't be too valuable, or too dangerous. But this was a mess, and one he was going to have to something about. Something official.

    "Nick..." Bucky begins, face serious all of a sudden as he follows the man, dropping the steel beam. "... your friend, Miss Buffy, was hurt pretty bad. This whole thing has gotten out of hand. I've got no choice, man. I'm going to have to make this official."

    So official, in fact, that he's reaching for the most dread apparatus in his entire inventory... his phone. Long the bane of his life, now a tool to be used. "If you don't want to have to answer any questions you don't want to, then be gone in the next five minutes. You, and your friends. I'm sorry."

    And so he dials a number, face losing emotion again. "Barnes. I need a containment and clean up crew at my location. And get someone from WAND over here, there's been signs of supernatural activity."

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers probably should go to the hospital or at the very least, get some rest. A lot of rest. Frankly she never really liked hospitals much due to childhood trauma..

But right now she's more concerned about Thomas, and she has an inkling of what's going on too as she had seen it before. Only once or twice during extreme measures but..She's not sure if she can..

She suddenly grabs her, kissing her violently and she gasps, eyes widened in surprise and pain as he feeds off her in her already weakened state. Not like she would have stopped him anyway..Hadn't she promised to save him from himself..?

"Thomas.." she murmurs, smiling faintly at him, relieved to see at least some humanity returning to him..But in her current condition..She sighs tiredly, going limp in his arms, quickly losing consciousness..

Phantasm (Drago) has posed:
The shadowed form turns his head, looking over to Bucky as he declares the scene to more or less be SHIELD's. If Bucky was expecting anger at the display of control over the situation, he will be disappointed. "It is what it is. She is a fast healer." Nick comments. The expression doesn't quite match to the tone of his voice, as he glances back to the ship, frowning. Gone in five minutes?

He turns back, dropping all form of illusion as he strides back to the dock, pulling out his own phone to call the number of one of the folks IN the ship to relay the new timetable.

Well it looks like he's out a lot of drumsticks. But being some are in an engine block, that was going to be hard to retrieve all of them anyways. Good luck explaining those away, Bucky.

Winter Soldier has posed:
    It's going to have to be a master class in creative writing to get the report done without implicating Nick or his friends. But that's a future Bucky problem, current Bucky problems are more pressing and more prosaic. He needs to at least know what he's dealing with, and there's nothing for it but to lever the top off the crate that nearly got away, the one closest to him.

    With timbers protesting, the nails give way before the wood does, and he peers inside.

    Oh my...

    "Confirm. Get WAND here..." he looks at the Scythe that's stuck in a large rock, much like the tales of Excalibur itself. "... they're going to want to confiscate this."

Thomas Raith has posed:
As Buffy passes out in his arms, the creature who is not quite Thomas at the moment scoops her up into his arms and runs. He doesn't care about Allies at this moment, nor Vampires or death cults or scythes or... wll anything. He runs out of the boat and leaps the railing to the dock below. His mind in a totally primitive state of "Protect my mate".