15991/Curious about the non Slayer's power.

Curious about the non Slayer's power.
Date of Scene:	23 January 2024
Location:	Brendan Cemetery, Sunnydale
Synopsis:	Kimberly and Dracula fought in the cemetary. She hit him with a stake and thought he was killed, but the wiley Vampire Lord had other ideas and rose from his apparent death.
Cast of Characters:	Dracula, Pink Ranger

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Dracula has posed:
Dracula is near the cemetary. Not within the walls yet, but close. There are a few people moving around within the walls. Oddly enough, at the back, one of the graves is starting to stir. Two more stir next to it and three bodies start to climb out of the ground.

He watches, waiting to see if one of the Slayers appear to deal with the new monsters he's created for the purpose of wearing one of them down for him. Patience isn't always his thing, but curiosity weighs heavier.

Pink Ranger has posed:
So vampires were a thing. Her meetings with Faith and the monsters she'd come up against were enough for Kimberly to know that. Since the usual enemies of the rangers seemed to be leaving her be for the moment. Still, having seen some of her gymnastics teammates run afoul of vampires she was all too aware the monsters were out there. She'd fought them herself.

It was only right then, that the brunette ventured out into the night, morpher hidden on her and her form dressed...well, she looked like she could be one of the slayers ashe she moved into the graveyard with her hair tied back and that slim leather jacket around her shoulders.

Dracula has posed:
Watching the woman enter the graveyard, Dracula narrows his gaze to try and see which one it is. No blonde hair, but not quite brazen enough to be the dark haird slayer either.

Still, something about her confidence and strength makes her familiar to him. He waits to see what will happen. The three new vampires spot her and two go towards her and the other goes towards the teenagers making out in the cemetary like weird little freaks.

Pink Ranger has posed:
A roll of her shoulders, even unmorphed the enhancement offered by the power coin had her far beyond a normal human being of her side...but Kimberly wasn't just the impulsive teenager she'd started out as when she'd first been chosen. She was careful, moving between the stones and watching, listening, waiting for the sounds of the vampires that might lurk or the newly risen.

Dracula has posed:
Newborn vampires aren't bright enough to sneak. Instead they all see a blood source and go towards it. Two of them approach her and brazenly. They don't talk or quip, merely charge her like wild animals that smell blood. Pretty much what they are.

The other one takes a minute or two to get over where the kids are so he doesn't attack yet. Kim has a little time.

Pink Ranger has posed:
No subtlty, no control...Kim was no subject matter expert whatever her encounters, but she'd fought enough monsters to guess they were either dumb, hungry or so new they felt invincible. Compared to others they might be, but an average day for Kimberly included shattering monsters made of magic stone and clay bare-handed so...that first one to reach for her was probably going to be suprised by the sudden surge of motion and the heel of her palm slamming under his chin.

Soon as she was certain, there was a flash of movement from her pocket, withdrawing the weapon that Faith had suggested to her...an improvised stake made from a solid piece of wood.

It was a long way from the Power Weapons that the rangers usually carried.

Dracula has posed:
The ones attacking are definately driven to feed. That said, neither of them are expecting her to fight back. The first one goes flying at the uppercut impact. It tosses him into the other one and the two stumble to the ground.

In the distance there are screams. Two female and one male. Unfortunately the first one has been attacked and is trying to fight off the sissy trying to bite him. Some people.

The two confronting Kimberly start to rise again and in the distance Dracula moves towards the melee. Whoever this is, she is interesting as any Slayer.

Pink Ranger has posed:
Welp, others in danger? Kimberly couldn't really drag her feet. The sudden switch from testing to violence was...well shocking. But for all their usual restraint, the powers of the grid that they were given were made for destroying darkness even if Zordon's rules stopped them from going too far. Escalation was escalation however, and in that moment the young woman leaps and brings her stake down onto the first vampire with startling force...and kept pushing, driving her other hand atop the weapon to push through the first and try to stake the second.

She needed to deal with this, so she could get to the rescue. The moment she was clear? Her hand was going to her morpher.

Dracula has posed:
Dracula watches from the edge of the cemetary. Whoever she is, the shadow protect her features. Watching her shift into combat hard gets his surprise.

When she stakes the first and tries to get the second, the first one bursts into dust and her stake drives into the second one. That one bursts into dust as well. Two for the price of one.

The one across the way manages to push the young man's hands out of the way and starts to lean down to take a bite. The other three, for their part, pick up rocks and sticks and throw them. One rock jars the vampire's head and he looks up at them, fury and hunger. Nothing else.

Pink Ranger has posed:
Dusty, dirty, Kimberly actually wipes her face with the back of her hand and supresses the urge to breathe in or cough. Inhaling the badguy was a gross idea, she was going to need a shower when this was all done!

Standing up, her hands come out even as she runs, coiling and then leaping to spring off the headstones.

"Pterodactyl!"

The call of the ancient creature was undercut perhaps of the bright explosion of pink and white lightning lighting up the night for a moment before the nano-armored form of the Pink Ranger was revealed.

No quip, just a sudden surge of glowing bright pink arrow of energy hurtling towards the vampire who was about to take a bite.

Dracula has posed:
The flash of light causes Dracula to withdraw a step and look away. When he looks again and he sees the Pink Ranger his eyes widen and he smiles a bit. That's why the warrior was so formidable.

He moves towards her with a purpose, interested now for certain. His memories of the Pink Ranger are such that he is fond of.

The last vampire never had a chance. The energy leaps out and sets the vampire ablaze. The one the vampire was attacking manages to get away before the flames get near him.

For the moment, by appearances, Kimberly is alone in the cemetary with the kids who are clearly terrified. One points past her and the four of them scream and turn to run away. No thank you or anything. Some people.

Pink Ranger has posed:
Wooden stakes and blades might be the ancient enemies of a vampire...but cosmically powered weapons of light and energy probably weren't great. Already Kimberly draws back her string on the bow, channeling power to form a pair of glowing arrows and loosing both with supernatural accuracy towards the fleeing vampires.

The running, fleeing civillians? Well, Kimberly couldn't really blame them, she'd come out of nowhere and the helmet that hid her features could even be intimidating, especially in this darkness. Go figure.

"You're welcome," she muses as the last of the vampires fall and she's left seemingly alone, lowering the bow and letting it vanish into the gridspace. "Maybe no more partying in graveyards?" Kimberly adds under her breath.

Dracula has posed:
"You are quite impressive Pink Ranger." comes a voice from behind her. The acent is impossible to not recognize and he stands a few feet from her. At least he doesn't just reach out and grab her from behind.

He studies her and her armor until she is facing him again.

Pink Ranger has posed:
The Pink Ranger's last encounter in this graveyard with Faith hadn't ended quite so easily as the normal vampires, the ancient lord having swatted away her attack and her in one blow. The encounter as Kimberly? Well, the woman behind the mask couldn't really remember that clearly, like the ghost of a dream if her conciousness sought it.

Spinning, her hands rise as she shifts to a 'ready' stance, hands coming up. "I'm just getting started...and there's plenty more rangers where I came from."

She wasn't going to question how he knew who she was now, the Rangers were recognizable, but she was almost certainly trying to bluff him a little that the rest of the team were out here tonight.

Dracula has posed:
"How fortunate." he replies,"More necks for me to feed from. Maybe I will take some of you and bring you into my world. Maybe it will be you."

Without any warning or another word he lunges at her with a wide swinging punch. If he landed it, she would feel it in her helmet. It is pretty obvious though and he leaves himself open for a second before protecting his heart with the other hand.

Pink Ranger has posed:
The blow does strike her, stagger her...but the reaction was likely a little suprising. A flare of sparks lightly tinged in pink as she's forced back, the grid mitigating some of the damage she was hit with. That didn't make it pleasent, but it did tend to keep a ranger alive from all the vicious and otherwise lethal things they often were hit by.

Still, he was open and she was moving far faster and stronger than she had without morphing. Her leg snapped out, attempting to kick him hard in the chest and drive him back.

Dracula has posed:
When she stumbles, he laughs softly. There is a dark energy about him of course. He follows up, turning the kick away from him and throwing another haymaker, trying to land the one to knock the Ranger out.

He is wide open again, heart right there for her to strike. How is he so easily taken? How many centuries has he been around? Whatever the case, the Pink Ranger has an open shot at taking out of the Lord of the Vampires right there.

Pink Ranger has posed:
Kimberly wasn't known to be the greatest of the rangers as a fighter, but that hardly made her poor in combat, she was simply among some legendary warriors. She'd had years of practice, trained with Tommy and the others...and the grid could turn even the most hesitant into a master of hand-to-hand combat when it was channeled properly.

Twisting, whirling, striking, she was engaged with Dracula, knocking him back and indeed seeing the opening.

Ducking low under his swipe, the improvised stake was scooped up, her hands claiming the weapon and thrusting upwards under his rib-cage to drive the weapon hard into his heart.

Dracula has posed:
The look of arrogance and fury are constant as he attacks her. Each swipe sloppy. When he feels the stake enter his chest, his eyes widen with shock and he stumbles backwards. A few staggers and then he bursts into a cloud of vapors and mist, falling to the ground with the stake. The stake bounces off the ground, the only thing marking the death of the Lord of the Vampires.

The mist settles into the fog of the night, vanishing and there is no evidence she was ever fighting him.

Pink Ranger has posed:
It wouldn't be the first monster that had been overconfident right up until the death blow, and this time it wasn't even in the Zords. Exhaling a breath of relief Kimberly takes a step back, sweeping her gaze over the graveyard to ensure she was neither being hunted nor observed before she drew her hands apart and began to let the rush of power fade with a quiet utterance of "Power down..."

The wave of muted pink energy flowed from her and Kimberly was herself once more.

Time to get out of here...seems she could count the night a win.

Dracula has posed:
For several long moments after she is gone, the cemetary remains as it was. Dusted body and empty beer bottles. However, once she is off in the distance, the mist starts to rise back up and form into the body of the Lord of the Vampires.

Dracula looks off in the distance and smiles. Humans, even the super ones, are easily maniputlated. He dusts himself off and then bursts into the cloud of bats. He flies away into the distance.