13659/Everyone's coming to Church these days

Everyone's coming to Church these days
Date of Scene:	23 July 2021
Location:	Church of du Lac, Sunnydale, Haven, Bludhaven
Synopsis:	Wade crashed Askante's hideyhole. Brought vampires. There was a chat with the Redbox.
Cast of Characters:	Askante, Deadpool

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Askante has posed:
Sunnydale. A few areas of it are very creepy. Something to do with the hellmouth and its undeniable influence. There's half-blood demons that lurk everywhere, eating people, or just going about their lives, in some cases. Vampires galore. And then there's this church. Once, it was used by a dark catholic priest, made unhallowed and was the locale of a number of dark learnings, craftings, writings and practices. Now it's gutted, partially collapsed in places and burned...

And there's not a nasty thing in sight. Something about the place is /incredibly/ creepy, like there really might just be something in the dark of an abandoned unholy site, that can get right in and cause a multi million dollar horror flick to get inspired.

There's a nest pile in one corner and it looks to be made of all kinds of rags and blankets, old clothing and otherwise. There's a few childrens toys, mostly plushies, stuck in at odd angles. Many have no eyes.

ANd there's the DISTINCT feeling of being watched by something invisible. The demons don't come here. The people don't either, which has the added benefit of making sure that they don't get in trouble. But it has a knock n effect, that this area of late, has been extraordinarily safe for the regular old garden variety human being.

Deadpool has posed:
While it is right the Demons don't come here... Tonight, was different. This night three meen walk down the side of the street on the other side of the church two of them following the third dressed with a large raincoat over him covering his face, and clothes. One of the things in the back, as they were things.. Vampires made by the demons infesting a host they walked behind him in step as if imitating him it says, "We should not be here.. This is a bad place." the other nodding. They were on suicide watch is what they minons have started calling it.. Deadpool was working with the big boss, the one they could not even say the name. He had to be watched at all times so they send 'backup' is what he called it. Most were never seen again, and now they are here.. And he felt watched.

The man infront gave a small laugh, "Relaaax look no-one come here so it is the perfect spot." he glances around a bit, "Aren't you the one who is supposed to be all creepers of the night." he sighs a bit and waves a hand. "This is a simple deal, do no mess it up. Your boss wants to get into a more current form of buisness. Since you deadheads drink all the people we needed something else." he sighs and glances for the people they are here to meet.

The two people would be normal humans, who were buying what the vampires were selling that were with him, it wasn't that complicated of a procedure, but these people Deadpool were with were just monsters and if it were just them they would screw it up somehow. So he was here to make sure it went down the way it was supposed to, and tie himself a bit better into the who was dealing with who as he right in the middle of it.

Askante has posed:
Askante turns its head in the shadows of its nest. It had been resting, contemplating its precious things and mulling over recent encounters, when it felt ....them. Now, vampires, all oogie-boogie badguys as they are, are walking /repositories/ of fear. You'd think that they'd be anything but, as immortal bloodsuckers, but they fear death, the slayer, the sun, sometimes being stuck out of time, all manner of things. And people are a bundle of neuroses just waiting to bubble up most of the time. "GO away," is whispered, as shadows grow darker, the air is chillier and things... things skitter just out of sight, in the dark. This is NOT a good place to be. But it watches. Just in case they do not get the message.

Deadpool has posed:
As they stand waiting, one of them points.. "Hey.. isn't that the Du Lac church..." then falls to silence as they all three hear a speacific whisper on the shadows. The other two vampires whip around looking for who said it while the third just cackles with glee putting his hands together in a calp. The one hooded one says with a smile, "See.. Who would be crazy enough to spot us here. Ignore it.. I hear voices stronger then that everyday." and gives a dismissive gesture with his arm shoing he has gloved hands, and a red a black outfit under the covering.

One of them seem to dismiss it immeditly not caring about some small whisper it was tricks of the night, and he knew a few of his own. Though that one did take out a small blade that looked engraved more reasured in its feeling he gains courage not fear, though the other one. The other one looks around nerviously, and seems to put a hand on a weapon as well though he doesn't draw it more worried about where it was going to come in from.

He looked freaked and acted like it as the man in the cloak turns and looks at him.. "Hey... Bright eyes.. If you are going to fear something." he pulls out what looks to be a detonator.. "Fear.. me.. not a voice." putting it back a moment later as he turned the sterness out of his voice as he whispers, be cool. As the other two who must of just missed the voice come walking over. They seem to me normal humans, carrying a pack. They were already freaked out just being here, and the echos of the voice might of got to them as they then had to look up at the three who were waiting for them.

As the groups approach the first human speaks up.. "Look man... You didn't say nohing about all this.. I am done.. This isn' a deal!" and both look like they are about to run. The man in the cloak hasn't said anything yet just looking at them if anything he makes a small motions to put himself between him and the two vampires behind him. Though that is where they are at.. for now.

Askante has posed:
Askante crawls on all sixes from the nest. The light, a solitary torch on one intact wall, snuffs out. The very ground beneath these people's feet, undead and living both, starts to crawl, as if they're walking on cockroaches, or eels are slithering beneath the ground.

<<I SAID GET OUT!!!>> comes a boom of terrifying proportions.

Now, when fear is amplified, it does enough damage on its own. Add to that that each one of these individuals, with the possible acception of the nutter in black and red that is Deadpool himself... is going to see precisely what they want to see, what they think they should see, or a nightmare fueled of all of the above, plus some H.R. Geiger alien mofo for a twist of the OMGwe'redead. Maybe the dawn is too close. Maybe there's a horde or very hungry Snoflar demons coming up from the basement. Maybe it's professor snape coming to get them, who knows?

<<Leave. Now.>>

Deadpool has posed:
Many things happen at once as the boom can not be ignored, as every stray rodent, cat, dog, any hiding away in some unseen corner flee immeditily running somewhere else for tonight though as it is usually empty it isn't a herd or anything. Second, the humans fall to the ground in fear throwing what money they had ready into the air falling into small circles before as soon as it is done get up and run away full speed. They are not looking back or thinking about what may happen if they ditch out of a deal with those people. Run... simple they run.

The vampires are a little different, as the one freaked out before starts taking off. He wasn't ready for such images after already being freaked out and runs for it. He gets kind of far too before there is a small *Bumpf*, and he falls it looks like something inside of him exploded turning him to ash.

The culprit was the man in black in red the detonator in his hand he was releasing a wince in his face as even he heard that loud and clear. It didn't effect him he same, no it had worked too well.. as the man in black and red stood up with a whicked grin. "Oh... thank you whoever you are."

The vampire that had stoped himself from running just out of sheer will, and wanting to exist held his ground against the blast though it hurt him to do so you can see feel the fear trickling as he just bearly held up to the assult. This vampire looks at the man with a wierd look confused. The vampire spoke, "What was that... why do you sound different." and looks to be asking more before there is a *Blam* in the air as Deadpool had drawn his gun and shot the thing the look of surprise shows for the speed as the vampire turns to dust.

The man in black and red speaks up again, "The adults are talking... Now.. Who are you to scare my friend away.. Humm? See he likes to keep me buried deep away so maybe I should thank you whoever it is.."

The sense from the man from before have changed, there is no fear, no fun, something changed the moment you hit him with that barage. This one though caused more fear then the one before.. Not with you but in general he was a great cause of fear for many many people.

Askante has posed:
The irreversably insane, likely see the truth, too. Gods do. Powerful mages do. And apparently lunatic hitmen do. Possibly. Maybe not all the time, but this grain of consciousness likely does.

Hissing softly, Askante unfolds. And a bit more. And a bit more, looking down from its seven foot height, it lifts a hand and metronomes a finger side to side. The other three arms alternately fold, put knuckles on hip and drum fingers.

<<Their kind is not welcome in my home. I would take it as a courtesy, that if you are going to show up on my doorstep, you drop the dust by the roadside. And humans are not capable of facing reality, most of the time. Why are you here, Dead man?>>

Deadpool has posed:
For his own sake Deadpool seems to sigh, and take down his hood looking up at the thing though in his mind he think it looked more like a dragon then insect, but then sees that it has clothes on and tilts his head a bit though does't mention it for now instead saying, "You know.. If you hadn't freaked me out my witty side might of had something to say about that." he mentions with a nod.

He sighs again and thinks about it, "Why am I here.. Well because of you really. See how can I explain this.. the person who planned all of this.. is by by right now." he shrugs a bit, "I am the fighter not the scheemer, but really looking at ya now I don't even think it needs to go that far does it." he grins a bit.

He turns and walks to the side a bit holding a hand out to the night air, "See.. Usually I am the one that will kill everyone.. Not because it is fun, because it needs to be done.." he then stops and turns looking at you, "Normally.. of course." and grins as he faces forward again. "This.. lets just call this a missfire, and I just enjoy being free once again." he sighs and thinks turning to look.. "What year is it by the way.. Last time I run amuch I killed a bunch of clowns." he grins maniacly thinking back.

Askante has posed:
<<AS far as I know, it is Anno dominii twenty twenty nine. And I am me. I don't really know how to answer that question, as there are not many left like me in existence. We are a rare breed. Unlike humans which seem to have become rather like rabbits. I am...>> It thinks about this, because there's something to be said for word choices <<...Self preservation. Almost everything alive and undead knows me, for that. I am what tells you to get the hell out of here. You have a rather poignant relationship with that part of yourself, it seems. I mean it though. You bring another deadman into my home and we will have words.>>

It doesn't sound terribly threatening, when it's not BOOMING or the like, it has a rather melifluous voice that doesn't match the way it looks at all, either a high tenor or a low contralto, neither masculine nor feminine.

<<My name is Askante. What is yours, Deadman?>>

Deadpool has posed:
Deadpook grins, and takes a seat on a curb, "Well while we are all chatty I guess I should tell you my name." he grins a bit the mask actually showing his facial reactions well almost as if it were many masks changed quickly. Though this one reaches into a small sack he had on him and pulls out a pack, he says nothing as he removes his mask right there. His face is horribly scarred, burned, just looks bad and almost disfiqued though he doesn't mind as he lights up a smoke. "Just call me Wade. I don't know if I have a name to be honest." he thinks about it looking at the cigarette in his hand.

The schemer is Deadpool, merc with a mouth, if that was what your asking, but we are talking now so I am just going to answer for myself for now.

He grins a bit looking over, "So this your home? Just what you do haunt the area, scare off intruders?" he sighs a bit, "I mean I guess it is a life... Or death.. How cam I judge though my house is as big as this ones dome" he takes another puff and looks out into the night. "Oh, and I can't promise I won't be back.." he waves a hand, "Wish I could, but not really up to me.. Ya get what I mean right?"

Askante has posed:
Askante crouches back down again, then rearranges itself, to sit upon its own tail. It folds its legs in the lotus position, rests its hands in its lap, middle fingers and thumbs touching upon each and balances there, quasi hovering like a demonic yogi. <<Wade. Is this because you ford through humankind, up to your chest and higher?>> it asks, tipping its head forward very slightly, peering. Glossy black eyes have a tiny dot of a star in their depths that provide a kind of 'gaze indicator' as to where it's looking.

<<This is just a place. But it is currently my home. Until I decide to move, it will do. I like to be alone when I am not doing what I do. It's easier. There are considerably fewer questions. Besides which, the former owners of this place did things to the land. It's comfortable for the few friends I can count that are still alive.>>

Deadpool has posed:
Wade chuckles at this and listens a bit before he starts. "No, that was the name my momma gave me, so I stick with it." he glances up, "Though I like the idea. I am the end Askante, the one that pops up when it is time to take everyone out." he smiles a bit at this. "When Captain America needs to die I will be the one who will do it, or if some sicko with a twilight fantasy goes to far. Call Wade he cleans it up." he sighs a bit and takes a puff. He glances at her shortly after with a grin, "I am not complaining, I like it.. I really like it. Though it is not needed as much around here."

He waves a hand looking around them, "I have not been called out in a while, done my thing streached my legs. Everyone knows better then to hit good ole DP with a mental attack." he shakes his head at that. "He tells everyone.. everyone.. Not to. So frustrating." and frowns, though he smiles a bit again. He points at you with a grin, "So it is why I thanked you.. Before. It has been a while."

He takes another puff then finishes. "I was with the mutants, so I get it.. Believe me goverment isn't my friend either.. Well no one is, but those guys." he shakes his head, "It is good to keep low.. Though it just puts ya further down the list." he shrugs a bit, "I mean we all have our choices we need to make right?" he frowns a bit, "Though I mean.. I hope there is a house involved at least.. Not that I need to know where.. Just.. I mean.. I can float ya a 20."

Askante has posed:
<<Float me a twenty?>> Clearly that's a modern vernacular that has the creature stumped. <<I am not doing some kind of mathematical equasion where I require to amplify a number to make the division of it more palatable to work with. Or... you don't mean that do you. No. I just have no idea what you're talking about.>> It pauses, thinks, offers <<...You probably can't kill me. Nothing is impossible though. You would have to get very creative and I would have to be very tired of being. You are welcome though. Sometimes it is good to be all of you. Or some of you, I suppose, in this case. I don't think my mother gave me my name. I think I just thought of it when she birthed me.>>

But that's neither here nor there. Captain America? Twilight Fantasy? <<Some are natural born killers. Nature has a knack for that, every so often.>> It uncoils from its perch then and sets its feet to the ground, moving very lithely and gracefully. <<I am going to go back to my nest now, Wade-Deadpool. I have had a long day, involving a god trying to tell me what to do. Again. And there are too many humans with too many issues for me to cope with at the moment.>>

Deadpool has posed:
He holds his hands up, "Many have said that.. I have said that.. But she always finds a way. I hope that is not for a long time to come for it is not often I have a discussion with someone longer then a scream." he chuckles as that is true he shakes his head at the confusion. "Don't worry about it I guess if you don't know what currency is you must have no need of it." he puts the smoke out on the ground and grins a bit as he takes his time enjoying estiquising it with his foot.

"And do not worry, this was a misfire on my time here.. I think I will also go back to sleep for a while. If you run into Deadpool again.. We will prob not have this encounter again." he sighs a bit as he looks around. "Try to take it easy on him.. He is a schemer, but in the end he has the right goal." he stands up and puts on his mask again, and flicks the hood up. There is no visble switch, or change as he just walks away the fractured mind shifting like a caladascope.