8046/Mortuary Musings

Mortuary Musings
Date of Scene:	25 June 2019
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Three vampires go in, but none come out
Cast of Characters:	Buffy Summers, Wolverine

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Buffy Summers has posed:
So like, it's late at night and a girl is walking alone in the cemetery. Carrying a wooden stake of all things and looking like she's looking for trouble as she sits on a swing set, listening to music on her Walkman. Because if that's not screaming live bait, who knows what is?

Wolverine has posed:
Logan had spent the day down in Bludhaven. It was getting late and he was thinking about heading back up towards Westchester County, when he noticed some movements in the bushes near a cemetery. It was an odd time for people to be paying their respects, and so he decides to park his motorcycle and head in to explore. Even curiouser, he saw a little blonde girl, sitting on a swing set. "Great, another college girl out drinking at this time o' night," he intoned to himself and approached her, "miss, it ain't exactly safe to be out an about this time o' night. You should probably head on home. I'd offer to walk yeah, 'cept nowadays that's considered a no-no for some reason." With that drawl, he was definitely not from around here. He wore a black buttoned up shirt, top two buttons undone, and blue jeans. Though he'd rolled up the sleeves of the shirt and it looked like he had a white t-shirt on underneath it.

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers has been paying well attention to her surroundings in spite of the headphones. It's all a pretence see, make them think you're just an innocent helpless girl until...Bamf! She tenses slightly as she spies Logan around the time he spots her, but her vampire sense doesn't go off so she relaxes. "Oh, don't mind me, I can take care of myself." she smiles brightly, "Just enjoying a quiet night in a creepy cemetery. Nothing to worry about here--" she pauses as she hears a rustle in the bushes behind the man, eyes narrowed as she tightens her grip on her stage, hidden under her jacket. Yup, that's a vampire she's sensing alright, sounds like at least three of them. Logan can probably smell them too, they smell kinda dead, like bones and earth. She inwardly sighs. So much for subtlety. Hopefully this guy didn't hear them and will leave beside she has to defend him too and reveal her secret identity..

Wolverine has posed:
Logan frowns at her reaction. How come they never listen? He's got to spend less time hanging out with teens and young adults. Then again, everybody's young compared to him. It's his lot in life. "The name's Logan," he offers, trying to be kind and welcoming, but then his nose began to sense something.

Cranking his neck, he moved towards the rustle, putting himself between her and it. His right hand slowly clenched, not in an aggressive way, just making sure he was prepared. "This ain't no place for the prom queen. Now go on," and he headed right into those bushes. He was going to get himself killed, or was there more to the man than he let on?

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers arches a brow, glancing impatiently over his shoulder. "Buffy Summers, nice to meet ya. Id shake your hand but, kinda in a hurry..And hey! I'm no ditzy prom queen!" she jumps up quickly, frowning a bit as he runs into the bushes, "Hey hold on! It's dangerous!" well darn, how's she supposed to get rid of this stubborn do gooder?" The vamps don't try to hide anymore, and one of them lunges towards Logan, lashing out with incredible speed and brute strength as he tries to tackle Logan to the ground and go for his throat. Buffy is prepared to face the other two and dances lightly on her feet as she exchanges blows with the two other vampires, too preoccupied at the moment to help Logan. "Go on, get outta here! I got this!" she calls out to him, hoping he'll get the message. "These aren't normal thugs!"

Wolverine has posed:
The Vampire that lunges towards Logan finds three claws piece its heart, and back, and shirt, turning it to dust. They might not be wooden, but they still pierce the heart as well as anything else. The claws retract, and he calls back as he observes her dancing between the other two, throwing fists, and Vampires, as she does so.

"I ain't called you ditzy," but he did call her a prom queen. "I get that," they aren't normal thugs, he says, shaking his head as he goes for a second, trying to stab it through the back with his claws again. Clearly he's had some experience with vampires, but after nearly two centuries, is there much that he hasn't encountered? "Last one's all yers Buffy." She seemed to be able to handle herself, and was definitely stronger than he gave her credit for. Faster too. "Nice moves."

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers arches a brow as he pulls out those claws, and even manages to dust a vamp, "Woah, not bad!" she observes. Who is this guy? Where did those knives come from? She's a bit busy with her two camps however, and she ends up staking the second one right at the same time that Logan stabs him. He too pops in an explosion of dust leaving the third vamp which she delivers a vicious spinning back kick, shoving him into a tree and dusting him on a well placed protruding branch. She takes a breath, wiping her dusty hands on her pants before glancing back at Logan, "Well, that was impressive. Where'd you Iearn to fight like that. And your hands..Are those knives?" she eyes him with a mix of curiosity and wariness, not sure what to make of him yet.

Wolverine has posed:
Logan breathed, so he was human, or at least human-like, but this didn't even wind him. He had a bit of vampire dust on his shirt and hair, having been a bit too close when they were dusted. He reaches up and brushes both hands through his hair, trying to get it out, and unbuttons his shirt, taking it off to wave it around, away from her, and shake off the dust. Instead of putting it back on, he just flung it over his right shoulder, since he had the white t-shirt on underneath it. "Sorry 'bout that." Looking over her, the way she wiped the dust on her pants, "dirty job, ain't it." He didn't answer where he learned to fight like that, though he did give her a glance, eyeing up her facial features, "Summers... yer not related to Scott and Alex, are ya?"

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers arches a brow as she watches him. No, not a vampire, and obviously not a slayer as slayers are all girls.."Huh, you gonna give me a clue here? It's not every day you see a random guy beat up vamps without breaking a sweat, popping knives out of their hands? Oh no, don't tell me you're from the initiative?" mention of cousins she has heard her dad mention in passing but has never met personally gives her pause, "Hmm? You know them?" she smiles, "Well yeah, they're my cousins actually. You know 'em?"

Wolverine has posed:
Logan's not exactly the most talkative guy, but Buffy loves to talk, and together, there's a balance. He considers her, trying to pick out the familiar resemblance if any to Scott and Alex. There's something there, not much, but something. "Initiative?" He repeats, hearing a term he hadn't heard before. "Don't know that name."

He can tell she wants to know, and offers her a wry smile, before explaining, "I'm a mutant. Though these," and he slowly retracts three claws on one hand, "were the toy in the bottom of a cracker jack box." He phrases it like it's a joke, but there's way more pain in his voice.

"Yeah, I sort o' work with 'em in upstate New York." He wants to say more, but decides against it. Not nice to insult a girl's family, especially after just meeting her, so instead he says, "and yer already my favourite Summers. Certainly the best fighter among 'em, strongest too by the looks of it."

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers shrugs, "Okaaay, if you're asking who they are, guess that's a 'no'. Dont worry about it, they're just some physically enhanced commandos I had the 'pleasure' of meeting once or twice." she peers at those claws again, and lucky she has a strand my stomach. The way they pop out of his skin looks painful. "Ouch much?" she laughs a bit, "Mutant huh. I didn't know my cousins much but I guess dad once mentionned something about them having special 'abilities'. I guess that would explain why they were fairly secretive. I should meet em sometime." she smiles, "New York huh? I should pay a visit some time. What kinda work you guys do?"

Wolverine has posed:
"Every time," he says with more sincerity in his voice than he'd care to admit to, as they retract back into his forearm. The gaps close up immediately. There isn't even blood. His healing factor cauterises it too quickly. "Teach," he admits. Yep, Logan's definitely a talker, and that sounds kind of weird coming from him. He reaches into his pocket, pulling out a mobile phone, yes, even Wolverine has one. "I'd be happy t' show ya around some time? Can I text you my number?" And he offers the phone to her. The idea being she puts in her number, sends a text, and then they have each other's. Unlike some supercentenarians, Logan's not that behind the times technology wise.

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers arches a brow, She's not yet sure she can trust this stranger she just met..But if he knows her cousins, maybe they aren't entirely strangers. "Teacher huh? Guess you'd make one pretty darn cool teacher, who can kick butt no less." she shrugs, why not? and types in her number. "Sure, gimme a call some time.."

Wolverine has posed:
Logan says, "History mostly, but a bit o' martial arts if anyone gets outta line," he is kidding, mostly. "Xavier's School up in Westchester County." She can Google the address too, or just call him, and vice versa. He was still trying to figure out what she was, but he was guessing a mutant. Super strength, super speed, super reflexes, and her cousins were mutants, so it stood to reason. How was he to know she was some mystical guardian? "Looks like you can take care o' yerself, so I'll be going. Nice meeting ya Buffy. Let's do it again sometime."