14593/Splattercon!!! 1 hour before Blood Storm Panel.

Splattercon		! 1 hour before Blood Storm Panel.
Date of Scene:	04 November 2022
Location:	Abandoned Warehouse, West Side, Burnley
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Faith Lehane, Thomas Raith, Dean Winchester

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Faith Lehane has posed:
It's only been a day and a night since Faith and Thomas checked in at the hotel situated on the Splattercon!!! horror festival grounds. Already Faith is grumpy and storming out of their shared hotel room, looking disheveled and carrying a half empty bottle of grey goose in one hand, shaking it at Thomas she leaves.

"You are such an idiot, Thomas! Seriously, quit hovering around me like I'm a wounded animal, I'll do my own thing thank you.." she grumbles, before storming down the hallway, having no idea where exactly she is going. She's dressed in black leather pants, a short red top and her signature denim jean jacket. well so much for her cosplay. she's cranky, has a headache and a major hangover today. And they still haven't tracked down the bad guy yet.

No doubt there are other Scoobies floating around somewhere, as they had sent out some invitations to meet them here on the grounds..

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith for his part feels like an idiot. I mean what sort of moron partially incapacitates his own backup right in the middle of a major operation? Worse he didn't sleep well himself as his dreams were plagued by that damn redhead. He sighs and shakes his head. "Faith, when I suggested comfort food, Vodka really wasn't what I had in mind." He says with a sigh. He himself is only partially in his cosplay, he's still wearing the long, black enchanted duster he borrowed from the back of his brother's closet, but has lost the hat and prop weapons that were helping pull off the Van Helsing look. He looks around the floor then points to a small door. "Okay, Mad's panel will be there in an hour. Reconnoiter and meet back here in thirty minutes?"

Dean Winchester has posed:
Dean Winchester didn't like leaving his car out in that overfull parking lot. Too many nerds with giant sized fake weapons likely to accidentally scratch her or knock out a window with their jumbo video game sword. Although this wasn't really that kind of convention. Not that he gives a crap. Nerds were nerds, regardless of what they nerded about, as far as Dean was concerned.

Security was a joke and he was easily able to get a few real weapons in the place. He's wearing a rumpled jacket of a black and white checked shirt, with a KANSAS t-shirt underneath. He's having a momentary staredown with a man in a Freddy mask. "Don't start with me, buddy, or I'll make you go from medium to well done real fast."

Faith Lehane has posed:
Faith Lehane rolls her eyes at Thomas, still hovering around the entrance the convention entrance after making her way out of the hotel room. "Geez, what were you expecting, a nice cup of hot cocoa and a bowl of warm oatmeal? I'm not your girlfriend you know. And I'm definitely not your responsibility. I'll go find some pub grub or something to dine on, then I'll do my own thing whenevs. You know how to reach me."

She glances towards the entrance as Dean steps in, apparently arguing with some guy. And smirks, rubbing her chin thoughtfully, rather appraisingly. She's been keeping up on the Paranet and has at least heard of the Winchester brothers, especially Dean's witty quips. This is the first time seeing him in person.

"Mmm, not bad. Not bad at all. Let me guess, another one of Buffy's exes?"

Dean Winchester has posed:
Dean Winchester hears Buffy's name and flicks his attention towards Faith and Thomas. The latter he vaguely recognizes, although not well. Dean sees a lot of people and, frankly, a lot of them end up dead so memorizing faces can be an exercise in futility.

"Never went down that particular highway, although I might've taken a long look at the off-ramp now and then," he says. "Seemed like traffic might be an issue."

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith glances over at Dean and... shrugs. "Not that I know of, but he definitely looks her type doesn't he? She always had a thing for tall, dark, and evil. So he certainly checks most of the boxes. He gestures over to where the man is standing, "Shall we go introduce ourselves?

Faith Lehane has posed:
Faith Lehane laughs at Thomas and nods. "Right right, good to know our friends from our enemies, right? Although looks like this one has a mouth on him." she brushes a finger over her lips, "Mmm, but at least he comes in a delicious package.." she steps towards him, giving a little wave. "Hey, are you one of the Winchester brothers? I'm guessing the cuter one, am I right?" she smirks, "I've seen your name tossed around on the Paranet. Oh yeah, I'm Faith, the other Slayer. The Better Slayer."

Dean Winchester has posed:
Dean Winchester looks Faith up and down fairly blatantly, pursing his lips in a way that is highly reminiscent of the way he looks at a good diner cheeseburger. Like he knows it's gonna be so good, but it's gonna be so bad for him, too.

"Better Slayer, huh? That's a bold statement. But that's good by me, I like bold," he gestures vaguely towards Thomas, "Weren't you with the other one last time I saw ya? You trade up or just chasing the nearest Slayer tail?" he asks.

"Yeah. Dean Winchester, in the flesh. Least you know me for me and not for the books. And if you don't know what I'm talkin' about, please, leave it that way, for both our sakes."

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith offers the man his hand to shake and sighs, "Oh you know, it's that same old story. Boy meets girl, boy and girl date, girl gets severe amnesia and forgets everything about the last three years including your entire relationship. Boy moves on to different girl." He says it flippantly, though it's obvious there is still some bit of pain left over from the incident. He smirks a bit and adds "Oh, so you aren't here for the signings? I bet you could make some serious cash that way." He adds with a chuckle. His face goes serious though and he adds, "We have plausible intel a White Courtier who feeds on fear and terror might be planning some sort of big event to gorge himself on the resulting terror. If it's gonna be scary but harmless, more power to him. If it's going to be a blood bath...." which is naturally when there is a Blood curdleing scream coming from the directions of the bathrooms.

Faith Lehane has posed:
Faith Lehane laughs, showing her gleaming predatory teeth, those vampire implants still intact - at least she brought that part of her costume with her, although really, even in her normal every day attire she still looks very goth and vampiresque.

"Mm, you have a good sense of humour, I like that in a man.." she starts circling around him as if sizing him up, licking her lips. The mention of the 'other one' does cause her to laugh a bit more, shaking her head. "Oh no, we're not like, 'together' together, we just...work together a lot. Lately." Maybe a little too much. She rolls her eyes at Thomas' comment, taking a another long swig of her vodka bottle.

The book comment causes her to stare blankly in confusion. "Books? So what, you're written in books or something? You're that important? I mean, I'm pretty sure I'm in books too. Y'know, one of the bestest, baddest Slayers that ever lived.." well, to be fair, she and Buffy are the only two who have ever lasted this long really.

Dean Winchester has posed:
Dean Winchester holds up a finger, "See, I knew I shouldn't have said anything at all. Gonna cost you some whiskey to get that story outta me, which means we gotta kill this whatchamafuckit and get down the street to that bar that has the sweet potato fries I like," he says.

He takes Thomas' hand and gives it a firm old manly shake, just the way his Daddy taught him. Well, not all the way. His Daddy would've followed it up with a shotgun to the head. John Winchester wasn't a believer in good vampires. Dean used to be of the same sentiment, but has softened a little in his *cough* age.

"White Courier sounds like the name of a font," he says. "Just tell me how to kill it and point me at it. Or gimme some clues? Ain't y'all 'Scoobies'?" he says, making actual air quotes.

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith shrugs. "Mads is White Courtier, of House Raith like myself. He's my cousin actually. He simply feeds on fear like a Skavis instead of Lust like a Raith. " He says with a shrug. "I'd prefer /not/ to kill him. He is family after all, if a bit of a Black Sheep... and that is coming from /me/. Still you'd kill him the way you'd kill anyone else. We are as close to human as monster's tend to get after all." Still he is gesturing, already moving his attention to where the screaming is coming from..

Faith Lehane has posed:
Faith Lehane smirks at Dean, pausing in her circling. "Ooh, a whiskey drinker, huh? Count me in..And I just looove sweet potato fries." she grins and nods, "Once we beat up the badguy let's check out that bar.

The word 'White Courtier' causes her to chuckle, shaking her head. "Just don't call him a Vampire. He HATES that..He..." she sighs, stumbling back a bit, catching the nearby wall for support as if she just suffered a dizzy spell or something. "Dammit, Thomas.." she hisses, taking another swig of the vodka bottle, completely emptying it now, tossing the bottle into a recycling container nearby.

"Really bad timing..I need food..." she grumbles, annoyed at a lot of things right now..

Dean Winchester has posed:
Dean Winchester reaches into his pocket, "Hey, hey, I've been there. Here," he says, pulling out a mint lozenge of high intensity. "Suck on one of these. Wake you right up. Gets rid of the booze breath, too, although that's less of a problem with what I'm guessin' is some of Moscow's cheapest," he says.

"Dyin' without any fancy tools or spells is my kinda killin'. I'm just as happy to shoot or stab 'im to put your cuz down. Guessin' you two ain't exactly chattin' over the mashed emotions at the family reunion, huh?"

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith gives her a bit of a lopsided smirk, "I will point out, you quite literally asked for it." He says to Faith, though hard... nay impossible to say what it is she may have 'asked for', that could have /possibly/ left her in a drained and exhausted state. He looks around. Lormally his go to for this situation is chocolate, but Faith has already proved to be less then trceptive to that perticular cure. He refocuses on the other man and nods. "Something like that. Let's just say Thanksgiving has never been a popular holiday amongst us. What with all the trechery, backstabbing and such... And not to mention Lara always eats all of the cranberry sauce."

Faith Lehane has posed:
Faith Lehane arches a brow at Dean, eyeing the mint warily, "You're kiddin' me, how the hell is a mint lozenge supposed to give me back my energy?" still she's willing to try anything and so she takes it and pops it in her mouth without another thought. "Mm, my breath is that bad, huh? How about now?" she saunters closer to him, breathing in his face, dark eyes glittering wickedly. "Mm, think I'm about good enough to kiss, hmm?"

Thomas' comment affords him a quick glare from her. "Come on, it's not like you didn't want it either, quite acting like you're innocent. You're just as guilty at me, Vampire."

Dean Winchester has posed:
Dean Winchester doesn't flinch away from the blown breath in his face. It only makes him grin wider, "Well, I never smelt it til now, which is how I figured it was vodka, since vodka don't smell like much o' nothin'," he says. "As for the kissin', well, if you insist, but we should probably wait until the killing's all done. Wouldn't wanna wear you out before we get violent."

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith smirks a little bit, "You wave a steak dinner in front of a hungry man and then are surprised when he eats his fill?" He asks Faith innocently, shaking his head. The commotion near the restrooms is calming slightly, Several attendents have a single person pinned agienst the wall with him protesting loudly, "I didn't do it! I found her like that I swear!"

Faith Lehane has posed:
Faith Lehane laughs at Dean's quips, "Well aren't you a charmer, might just take you up on that offer..Of course you got nothin' on Thomas here.." but of course she's playing with fire on sooo many levels here, not that Faith cared either way. And then she hears the scuffle near the restrooms and narrows her eyes. "The hell is going on over there?" she frowns.

Dean Winchester has posed:
Dean Winchester walks up boldly, putting a hand gently on Faith's shoulder and pushing past her as he holds up a badge, "Hey there, everything's okay, I'm Captain James Dio, with the state police, can you tell me what's going on here?" he says, standing up straight and putting on his best furrowed brow.

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith smirks a bit and whispers something in Faith's ear as Dean moves past them towards the bathroom. Several people move quickly out of the way, in defference to Dean's badge, though a few continue to hold the youth down.

"He jumped some poor girl in the bathroom over there. Beat the living fuck out of her. We've called 9-1-1. Ambulance is on the way. You got cuffs on you officer? He's a squirmer!"

The young man in question looks about 20. He's dressed as...someone... likely an obscure character that other's might recognise, since the outfit is too contrived to be 'normal'. He shakes his head violently. "I didn't! I swear I didn't! She told me to meet her in there. She said she had a joint and we could blaze it up! I didn't wanna hurt her, I thought i was gonna get lucky!"

Faith Lehane has posed:
Faith Lehane arches a brow at Dean as he so casually pretends to be someone else. "Hey, what the...?!" oh right, that's like, a Winchester thing, isn't it? Her dark eyes sparkle with amusement as she watches him get to work, chuckling a bit. "He sure knows his stuff.." she murmurs with a slight smirk.

She pauses as she listens to the exchange, frowning a bit, "You think this is your cousin's work? Or just a bunch of crazy druggies?" she murmurs as an aside to Thomas.

Dean Winchester has posed:
Dean Winchester keeps on pushing his luck, grabbing ahold of the young man roughly by the arm, dragging him behind him, "I do happen to have cuffs, thank you very much," he says, producing a pair of silver bracelets. "But let me get a gander at this crime scene here before I make any rush to judgements, okay, I wanna be fair, right, mister...?" he says, leaning backwards a bit to try to peek into the bathroom.

Thomas Raith has posed:
The poor girl is a mess to be frank. This isn't some pretty hollywood assult where a little makeup simulates a black eye. Both of her eyes are swollen shut. He nose has benn punched flat. He lips busted. Three mirrors have been shatteded as well as two sinks knocked completely off the wall. Fortunately, if anything about this could be considered fortunate, the girl's rather flimsy cosplay remains completely intact, so she was spared that perticular indignity. This wasn't a sexual assult. It looks more like an act of pure unbridled rage.