4603/Bringing Order to Sunnydale

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Bringing Order to Sunnydale
Date of Scene: 07 June 2018
Location: Sunnydale, Bludhaven
Synopsis: The Scoobies take on the Chaos Demon that's been causing problems
Cast of Characters: Dawn Summers, Willow Rosenberg, Constantine, Buffy Summers




Dawn Summers has posed:
With the chaos imps beaten, the Scooby Gang can make it further along the path the tracking spell revealed. It leads them to a cave out on the edge of town. The air ripples slightly over the cave opening...a revelation of some kind of barrier magic here to protect the wicked deeds within.

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
While Willow hasn't got Buffy's oomph (and is decidedly lacking a weapon at this point!), nor John's offensive repetoire, what Willow has are things like wards and guards down pat. And if you can put them up.. you can take them down. The barrier at the cave is nothing she's unfamiliar with, and the breaking of it is a simple matter of the right chant and a few somatic gestures, aiming at the weak spots of the spell keeping the group away from the contents within.

And after that, she knows exactly what to do.. and that's stay the heck out of the way!

Constantine has posed:
"How about the fresh scent of pine?" John jokes to the Slayer with a grin. "It's a classic."

Then it's off following the dagger to the cave. "Well, guess this is the spot then," he remarks as he steps aside for Willow to do her work. He stands back, knowing these things can be messy but watches the witch's spell work with an appraising eye.

Buffy Summers has posed:
As Willow does her work, Buffy is keeping a wary eye on the cave entrance. There is never anything good in caves. She's come to that conclusion. People act like they are beautiful and fun to go spelunking but the truth is, they are all filled with evil. And bat poop. Okay, just evil. Only some have the poop.

She gives her bestie a brief smile of encouragement and thanks, prepared to head into the gaping maw of earth--that was not a visual she needed dammit.

Dawn Summers has posed:
The barrier goes down as Willow pops the weakpoints of the spell, giving way to the cave within. The smell is...unpleasant. And there's a high-pitched cackling sound from inside. Darkness reigns within; it's going to be treacherous in there.

Constantine has posed:
John checks the knife and it positively trembles as it points directly into the cave. "Well, now, guess nothing for it but to go on in," he remarks, he mutters something in Latin a little ball of fire hovers above his free hand providing a little bit of light, or at least, that's the hope, when it comes to demons he's long since learned the rules don't apply.

He tosses a look to Buffy, "You first, we're right behind you," he promises with a smile.

Buffy Summers has posed:
"Gee, thanks," comes the muttered response from Buffy. She may say that but she wouldn't have it any other way. She grips the hand axe and starts into the cave, taking her time and keeping an eye on her footing as well as the surroundings. Between her early warning system and her instincts, she hopes not to be surprised.

Of course she can't help but mutter. "I need to get one of those little headbands with the light on them. As often as we end up in caves. Course, it'd really mess up my hair..."

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
Willow's nose crinkles. "Gosh golly it smells like something with stinky feet died in here. Why can't the bad guys ever smell clean?"

Dawn Summers has posed:
Dawn blinks. "Hey! Finally, something I can help with!" She chimes. She's the little lightball, so she hovers near her sister, glowing as brightly as she can, and helping to illuminate the cave. Inside, the situation is weird. There's another dozen or so of the chaos imps, hopping from wall to wall as if gravity were purely an optional thing in there. And in the rear, the Demon itself. "Come, mortals. Bring yourselves to me."

Constantine has posed:
t"There you go, your sister's livin' up to her name," John says about Buffy needing a light source. "Guess we'll need to add a headlamp to the shopping list."

The demon's taunt earns a tired sigh, "You'd think after thousands of years they'd have time to come up with better material."

The quip is coupled with, "Fair warning, these Chaos demons can be a bit hard to get out of your head when you see 'em. Even if you want to," his tone is much more serious.

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
Willow, for her part, is content to stay at the back of the maddening crowd, protective spells at the ready - but mostly in fleeing range. Big nasty demons aren't her forte... yet.

Buffy Summers has posed:
"Just peachy," Buffy mutters at the warning from John. "Thanks, Ti--Dawn. For the light." John's words are filed away. She's probably not ready for this. Like she needs more stuff to have nightmares about.

She eyes the imps as she moves ever closer, calling out to the demon. "Mere mortals? You didn't get the memo on who you're dealing with? You should get some better imps. Y'know, the kind that can actually read. Maybe do some light filing and typing on the side."

Dawn Summers has posed:
The Chaos Demon snorts...which has some disturbing ichor fly out. "Kill them." With that, the dozen imps begin to swarm the Scoobies, bouncing from wall to wall, as they head up. Six are headed for the Slayer, but the other six are trying to end-run around her, to get to the spellcasters.

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
Willow, being one of those spellcasters, isn't ready to have any truck with that. And protection and warding she's got aplenty. It's a small matter of not being thrown off and havng enough time to get the right spell out.. and she thinks she's got it. Similar to that she put around the bottle, only.. wall shaped. That otta do it, right? Right?

Constantine has posed:
"Bloody imps again," John mutters falling back towards Willow's shield. "Thanks, Luv," he says before he let's fly with the fire hovering over his palm shouting "Adolebitque!" sending the ball of hellfire at some of the buggers, before stepping back behind the shield.

Buffy Summers has posed:
This she understands. It's her world. As much as Buffy professes to hate all the violence and her place in the order of things, she secretly revels in it. As the imps begin to close in, she becomes a whirling dervish. A spin here, a kick there. The blade flashes in what light there is cast by Dawn or John. She can't keep them all busy though, unable to keep them from getting past since she has her hands full. A couple manage to hit her but thankfully no damage is done before she attempts to cleave them with the blade.

Dawn Summers has posed:
The imps bounce off Willow's shield, almost comedically. Buffy takes out three of them with little difficulty, and John flambes two. Seven left. The Chaos Demon raises a hand, and a greenish light bathes two of the imps, which each try to grab on to one of the Slayer's arms. Another two jump at each other, combining into one imp, which starts to bulge and swell as it waddles up to Willow's shield...

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
That can not be good. Imps aren't supposed to amalgamate like mercury globules, and for a moment Willow has real fear that her shield will not hold. Mind you, Buffy is on the other side of the shield, taking care of business, so really all she needs to do it not lose it before.. well, before that thing breaks what she's got up, or Buffy slays the bigger, badder, omg when did it last take a bath demon at the back of the cave making grunting sounds like dinner had just been delivered and it was Jabba the Hut.

"Uh, guys.. wanna make the hack and slash quick like? I think that thing has figured out a way to deal with my spell and I left my boyscout knife at home.."

Constantine has posed:
"Looks like they're planning to huff and puff and blow your shield in," John remarks as two imps become one. Like an icky version of that Spice Girls song. He looks at the dagger floating over his hand, "Alright then, go," he tells it, letting the thing fly at the Chaos demon pulled by the tracking magics. It's a tiny blade but it might annoy him enough so that he's not flinging magics around right away.

As for the Imps, there John yanks the ankh from around his neck holding it out as he steps from behind the shield. "Keep her steady," he says to Willow before he intones forcefully, "The Sacred Cross commands you. The Star of David commands you. The Omkar, the Lotus, the Shahada, and the Ankh of Nabu commands you! Disperges in ventum! Be not, and be gone!"

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy still has her hands full. She dodges out of the way of another demon then the green glow comes into play. Unsure what it is, but unable to simply not fight, she continues to do what she does.

One of the demons finds his head removed from his body by the blade. But in that instant, the second grabs her free arm. Suddenly, her arm simply stops working. It begins to change, altering, turning into a solid as it petrified. The color even changed, becoming more ashen to suit the non living thing it has become. Suddenly, she is at a disadvantage as she loses the use of that limb entirely. "Don't let the green glowy ones touch you!"

If she'd only heeded her own advice. She swings the axe toward the one that tagged her.

Dawn Summers has posed:
John's dagger whips through the air...and then spins, twists, and loops about. As if space itself is folded in front of the demon. Still, the dagger winds its way through, and stings into its shoulder. It roars in pain as its concentration is disturbed, and the air between it and the Scoobies ripples, as its distortion magic fades for the moment. The two who merged throw themselves against Willow's shield, a massive burst of goopy green as they splatter, the acidic remains trying to eat away entropically at her shield. Buffy's axe splatters the one that touched her. For a moment, at least, the window of opportunity is open...

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
Willow reflexively flinches back from the throw at her shield, and the ensuing goo. She thinks her shield will hold long enough, and no need for Buffy's warning, Willow had no intentions of touching any of them, thank-you very much! "Can we be done already? There aren't enough lemons in the world."

Constantine has posed:
"Thanks for the tip," John calls to Buffy dodging one of the green glowy ones as the demon's chaos magic eats his spell. Knew the bastard who sold him this ankh was dodgy. He tosses it aside and summons another burst of fire, this one was more show than heat, a distraction to let the Slayer take her shot.

Buffy Summers has posed:
With the weight of her arm throwing her balance off, Buffy is already unsure how this is going to go. She didn't see the trip the dagger took or she might have been rethinking her attack.

She springs in to the air, using one of the imps as a springboard and flying toward the chaos demon with her blade leading the way. If her shot is true, she'll be going for a beheading. Because that generally kills everything. If that doesn't work, she's in for a lot of hurt.

Dawn Summers has posed:
Another second or two later, and the demon would have been able to get the spacial distortion back up. But it doesn't have those seconds. Buffy's blade beheads the demon, which then erupts into a shower of ichor. The imps follow suit, and a massive pulse of energy washes out from it, rippling out through Sunnydale.

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
Willow isn't quite blown backwards, but she does lose her shield, the ripple and wave bursting through it like wet tissue paper and it were a dodgeball in fourth grade gym. No mercy! "Are they all gone?" She hopes so, because she's scrambling now.

Constantine has posed:
"The damn well better be!" John grouses as he picks himself up from the floor of the cave, his trenchcoat and a well most of him, is covered in chaos demon ichor. "Thank bloody Christ, I got this thing enchanted against staining," he says of his coat as he picks shakes some of the goop off onto the cave floor. "Everyone alright?"

Buffy Summers has posed:
As the demon's head falls off of the spot where it had been attached, Buffy lands on the far side of it as the spray covers her from head to toe in goo. Stinky. Nasty. Disgusting. Green. Goo.

"Oh God, I think some got in my mouth..." she mutters, making gagging noices for a moment as she tries to find a clean spot on her clothing to wipe her face with. A tiny bit of shirt that wasn't green is a moment later as she manages to wipe her lips off.

Her arm is back to normal though, pink and fleshy. She bends it a few times for good measure, glad to see the spell went away with the demon. "I'm good. Arm works again. Need about fifty showers and a couple of gallons of bleach though."

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
"Someone has a potty mouth," Willow mutters, noting that the smell isn't any better now that things are dead. In fact, they might be worse. "Can we get out of here?"

Of course.. there's Dawn, right? Is she still Tinkerbell?

Dawn Summers has posed:
There's a flare of light from the lightball, as the pixie explodes back into being full-sized Dawn, and everyone's memories of her are restored, as the spell detonates. Of course, since she was about six feet off the ground, there's a moment of a surprised yelp, before gravity takes over, and Dawn falls to the ground. "Ow!"

Constantine has posed:
John makes a face at the idea of getting some of the goo in his mouth. "Got a tea back at the shop that'll clear the taste out," he says. It'll also make sure the chaos stuff doesn't infect the Slayer any. "And I hear you about the showers and bleach," he says still wiping goo off of himself.

When Dawn changes back, John turns away, "I'll let you two check on her," he says. "Not sure that Barbie dress was going to change with the magic or not."

Buffy Summers has posed:
As Dawn returns to normal, Buffy rushes over to her side. A moment before, it was Tinkerbell. Not just physically, she was that in Buffy's mind. Sure she was Dawn but she wasn't remembered as a sister. Thanks to the broken spell, she knows the girl again.

"Constantine, can I have your coat please?" she asks. Should he provide it, she'll offer it to Dawn since her sister is no longer Barbie size and that dress she'd worn is no where to be seen. "You okay, Dawn?"

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
Willow plays fetch and carry so that John doesn't have to see nekkid Dawn. She holds out her hands expectantly. Even if her nose is crinkled at the stench of the place.

Dawn Summers has posed:
Dawn takes the offered coat, sliding into it. "You guys remember me, right?" she asks, worriedly, as she pushes herself up to standing.

Constantine has posed:
"Sure thing." John slides the coat off his back and without turning holds it out behind him. "Here you go," he says to Willow, before adding to Dawn. "Now don't go rummaging in my pockets while you've got it, some of the things in there will make you wish you were a faerie again."

"An happy to get going as soon as Dawn's not giving us all the full Monty."

"An' course we remember you," he adds to Dawn, turning when she has the coat on.

Buffy Summers has posed:
"Yeah, I remember you," Buffy says once her sibling is decent again. She remembers how embarassed she was when she was all glowy and naked. Not glowy and naked can't be making her happy. The coat at least will give her some modesty until they can get her home and back in her own clothes. "Just glad we found the source and got rid of it. But seriously, my mouth tastes like something died in it. Oh wait. Something did. Sort of. Uhm, yeah. Let's get you home."

Willow Rosenberg has posed:
Willow's sing-song voice adds to the moment, "Of course we remember you, silly, why wouldn't we?" Like the cavern of infinite stench and the green goo were just another day of the week for the crew. Which they might be.