Owner	Pose
Selene	The ror of a bike pierces the night air as Lower Manhattan hs a trenchoat wearing chick on a bike. Selene's hunched low on it, throttle pushed to the max. She's screaming through the city, but once she hits Lower Manhattan she slows and brings the bike to a halt. She's all business tonight, leather, corset, guns, bike, Death Dealers at home... Selene's out for blood tonight. She's mad, and that's never a good thing. Plus, she could use more coats, too. Those are a plus!
Ivory	Ivory was just doing the general Ivory thing. which meant go out late, stroll around the houses, wear their questionably gender clothing (like, it made it hard to guess the gender!) and have a good party. Possibly. Or look for one. Hands in the pockets, they walzed through lower Manhatten, laughing and sticking out with the small group they were on and out about with. In fact, the white coat actually did stick out with the goths, who even despite the cold weather were clad distinctively self torturing. Because much to much skin shown to be comfortable...
Selene	Selene looks goth. Pale skin. Dark hair, piercing eyes. Trenchcoat. Oh yeah. The coat. And boots. And fangs, too. Selene's got the goth chhick look down. Her bike's stashed away. She's ready for war, and spots the group, giving them a look and smiles. "Yes, hello" she says to them, as if she's not quite sure what to call them. Goths seems so, so....cliche really. It's just....Selene shakes her head and smiles, fangs,s mall as they are, on display, and she's got her coat on, and..and...she's a poster girl for some goths, of course.
Buffy Summers	Buffy Summers is also out and about,' y'know, doing the patrolling thing, and probably visiting family or friends in a part of town she doesn't usually visit. She's not dressed in Goth or obscure clothing. Just Buffy wear. Y'know, comfy blue jeans, white turtleneck sweater, short black wool coat, hat and scarf of the same color. makes it easier to blend into the night when you're looking for trouble. Too bad her outfit doesn't spell 'badass' as much as the lady on the bike.. Waaaait, isn't that...? "Selene? Hey!" she smiles and waves to her as she approaches.
Ivory	The group of goths Ivory is with seem to welcome the 'fellow' goth with a silent nod at first. Lots of inverted crosses, pentagraphs and stuff on them. One of the women has purple-red streaks in her hair, asian descent, some silvery necklace, blue lipstick, mild smoky eyes. "Wanna come to the club of the night?" she invites, raising an eyebrow and a strangely odd laugh. Another has the good old extended goatee, black hair, gel in the hair to get up somethign slightly reminescent of elvis and a slitted leather trenchcoat. "Comeon! Night's still young!" he talks to his coterie, trying to push Ivory along a little. Then there's one that might more be a nice boy. Brown hair with curls, short, a blue tint to his stuff instead of pure black. Maybe highscholer tagging along, who eyes Selene introducing herself, then looking to his acquaintences. "Comeon, we better scoot..." "Shutup Thomas, she's just another one of us. Comeon, let's go..."
Selene	Selene nods to Buffy and greets her in Hungarian then English. "Yes, I'm Selene" she offers with a nod. "You're in New York? You didn't tell me" she adds and is keepig a watching eye on the coterie. Something about them seems just a little off. Selene though nods to Buffy. "I've been keeping busy with things" she nods. Thins...like the lycan-vampire war. Shaking her head, Selene turns her attention to the group. "Is there room for more?" she asks. It's like Selene's hoping to bait the coterie into making the first move. Thta way? Self defense. She does, though, move toward Buffy hoping for a hug. Cause Selene actually, genuinely likes the Slayer. They're not so different after all.
Buffy Summers	Buffy Summers slows down as she spies the group of Goths surrounding Ivory. She's not much of a Gother herself, and she's hardly dressed for a club. All the same...She nods and smiles to Selene, "Heh, was just in the neighborhood..Gotta cousin who lives in Westchester. How've you been? Happy New Year and all that Jazz..." she smiles and accepts the hug graciously. Hey, when you've fought side by side against lycans, you instantly get a place close to Buff's heart. She does pause and peer over at the goth group curiously, "Are you with them?"
Ivory	The group exchanges some looks among themselves, then finally one shrugs, nodding a tiny bit. "Why not... Comeon, we got to get up to the buthery in time before they lock the door!" the goatie tells, pointing to some warehouse close that actually does contain a meat processing facility. They speed their steps, the only one visibly laughing Ivory, maybe a little drunk, the others somewhat more tense now. Something doesn't seem to sit right with them but they don't quite seem to put the finger on it.
Selene	Selene hugs Buffy, "Little death dealer" she nods letting the Slayer go then watches the group. There's something bugging her about them all. Looking them over, Selene shakes her head. "You can't get in there like that" she nods, whispering 'vampires?' to Buffy. Selene's ready for a throwdown. Plus, she wants a fight and a new coat. Selene digs in her coat and pulls out a spike and a vial on it. Downing the vial, it's in her coat again, hands by her sides. yep. Synthetic blood's good. Selene looks then to Ivory and Buffy. She's wondering who is going to make the first move.
Buffy Summers	Buffy Summers arches a brow and smirks, "Deathdealer? Is that what they're calling me now? I kinda like it.." she shrugs, glancing towards the group, eyes narrowed a little. "Huh..Could be..I'm sensing something a little off.." she murmurs softly enough for only Selene to here. "Yeah, sorry, didnt bring my leathers. Wasn't expecting a..Er..Club crawl. But hey, I got a pretty glitzy goth lookin' black shirt under this turtleneck sweater.." well okay not strictly goth, but it might work in a pinch..She pulls off her sweater, stuffing it in her backpack, revealing a black frilled shirt underneath, giving her a slightly more gothic lolita appearance. Pulling out some rarely used lipstick, she flinches at the name, and it's clear that Faith got her this as a Christmas present. "Was never a fan of 'harlot red' but..Here goes..." she tries it on and grimaces. "How do I look? Good enough?"
Ivory	The group of goths hurry towards the building, son entering and passing through a labyrinthine mass of hanging animal carcassed in different states of being cut apart. Being processed. It's cold, almost as cold as outside, but Ivory in the coat and the badly insulating dressup don't seem to care. Maybe because the goths were already beyond feeling the cold and Ivory wore a thick mantle. It took them like five minutes to get into the area that they wanted, a simple, unmarked steel door with a hulking guy of very ugly face guarding it. A little talk in something that might be romanian is exchanged betwen Thomas and the guy, then they slip in... the door's open long enough to hear the hammering beats from beyond. Techno.
Selene	Selene's looking to Bufy. "We should go in there" she adds. "Hop up on my shoulders if you want or start running. First ways gets you in. Second way gets you in and out of breath" she advises, then pauses, concntrating before she moves in a blur. She's heading for the doors as fast as she can go. if Buffy's on her back it's an awesome ride. If not..Selene's listening for pounding feet. And pounding beats
Buffy Summers	Buffy Summers frowns, peering over Selene's shoulder. "Yeah, let's go, no time to lose!" she arches a surprised brow at the idea of hopping on Selene's shoulders and smirks, "Now why would I wanna do that? I.." but Selene's already a blur, and she's quite surprised at her speed. She must be a really old vamp. But Buffy is THE Slayer after all, and no slouch either. With a shrug, she takes off after Selene, just about managing to keep up with her, although it takes a bit of effort. She's not a blur, but she's definitely faster than your average human, or vampire.
Ivory	Bodies dance, swing with the beat. Hundreds of bodies. The room is hot, light dances from flashlights and spots, keeping most in dusk, at times ripping flesh hooks hangigng from the roof out of the dark. People dance extaticly. Stroboscope turns it intp a picture show. Pipes get illuminated for moments. Normal sprinklers. Ivory and the group seem to got dragged into the crowd quickly, separated, hard to find on first glance. Some couches are mounted to the walls, people cilling or kissing on them right next to speakers, some exchanging saliva, others... not so much. Some unheard signal seems to dribble through the croud and the people start to raise their hands as if awaiting something and then hell breaks loose. The roof seems to leak, fluid spraying out. Red fluid. The smell of human blood is in the air as the DJ yelles "Bloodbath!" and a spot illuminates those words written with blood onto a wall behind him. Yet the party doesn't seem to stop, people hollering. At least a large portion. Others, like Ivory start to look sickly, try to cover their faces. To get to the walls. While others are... starting to turn ugly. Show teeth. They are clearly after another sort of body fluid exchange: BLOOD.
Selene	Out come Selene's guns. The greatest Death Dealer and the Slayer are here. Selene looks for Ivory, and loads her machine pistols with UV ammo. Because silvr won't work on them. Instead, her pistols are clattering away, UV rounds firing. Selene's not wanting to hit Ivory, but if she was to pick the fashion designer up by the hair and swing them around....they'd hit a lotta vamps. Ditto for Buffy. Buffy would, though, stake them on the way past. Selene's not one for being wielded by the ankles. She's not about to go pick the Slayer up and wave her around, either. That's asking to get hit. Or worse.
Buffy Summers	Buffy Summers wastes no time in stepping in, shedding the winter jacket and the backpack. She pulls out a pair of tonfa strapped to her legs and several smaller throwing stakes, which she hurls at numerous vamps nearby with deadly precision. Whipping out her tonfa, she presses a button, sprining a set of large pointed stakes on the end of each and jumps into action, leaping and lunging at vamps here and there, spreading dust everywhere.
Ivory	Vampires get staked, seemingly burning up from the inside, turning into ashes and sparks as bullets and stakes hit them. There's blood everywhere. People scream. It's hard to tell friend from foe but for the fact that most humans are on the ground, trying to crawl to the edge by now. But Ivory? Seemingly gone in the crowd. No, just a bloodsoaked persian cat looking really drenched.
Selene	Selene leaps into the air and twists, leaping over Buffy and landing diagonally over from her, kicking the vampire she lands by toward Buffy. With that, Selene leaps over to Buffy, landingg by her. Out come the throwing stars. Throwing them, Selene watches and nods to Buffy. Looking over Buffy, Selene is revelling in the fight. This is what she's good at. She lives for the war. Selene takes a small cylinder out of her coat and rolls it toward the remaining vampires. Ah, incendiary grenades. Looking over the vampires, Selene is willing to stand there and take the blows for Buffy. Mostly since Selene's got a pretty quick healing factor. And bullets. Lots of bullets. Just....no stakes. When her stock in trade is killing lyycans....vampires don't usually come into it. Tha'ts Buffy's domain. Selene's just bringing the fight to the vampires. Since they were sending up all the red flags.
Buffy Summers	Buffy Summers sighs as she looks around at the mayhem. "I mean seriously, of all places to attack, out in the open like this. " But it IS a Goth bar afterall. She grins, cocking her finger as Selene tosses her a few vamps. "Bring it!" she catches them effortlessly, swiftly staking the ones missed by Selene. she spins so that she is back to back with Selene, jumping and flipping into the frey, clearly more of a hands on kind of gal, even as Selene seems to prefer to shoot from afar. Either way, it's not long before the room gets a lot less crowded. She turns on the remaining vamps, pointing one of her sharp ended tonfa at them. "C'mon guys, if you're smart, this is the point where you run. If not..Say hello to Mister Pointy.."
Ivory	The area is a mess. People stumble one over another, Vampires flee or turn into bristling ashes. The floor is slick, the grenade skidding over it right past two vampires into a gaggle of them. It bounces against a shoe, the shoe of a poor human caught by the feeding group, his eyes looking at the odd egg with the cuts in it. The next moment his eyes go wide in realisation, right when the body of the grenade bursts open, spraying a yellowish liquid around. A split moment later a little flash sets the liquid droplets ablaze. The stench of burning flesh from their victim mixes into the sparkstorm from the gaggle that is caught in the sudden fireball.     The two hunters are their own source for more sparks, stakes and weapons leaving a train of destruction as some humans try to flee through the doors but end up only banging at the locked doors.     Some ten yards away, a horrid creature tries to to find trraction on the slick floor, the wet shape consisting of blood and more blood, coated over long hair, somewhat a parody of a cat. Or it is a persian cat coated thickly in the red stuff.
Selene	Selene's not fazed by the fireball. Instead she's working on dealingg with the vampires, to her..everyone bar Buffy and that cat is a vampire. Vampire cats. Who even thought that was a thing. Just because people put plastic fangs on their house pets for Halloween.... Selene wrinkles her nose at the smell, and looks for Buffy. Protect the Slayer. Don't burn her. That'd be bad. Very, very bad.
Buffy Summers	Buffy Summers isn't fazed by the fireball either and she steps next to Selene, smirking, "Don't worry about me, I can take a lot.." she also has a healing factor. Even if she looks fragile, she is The Slayer Afterall. Her smile quickly fades as she sees innocents getting caught in the crossfire and she glances towards the back door which is holding both vamps and innocents in. Anda cat..? "Selene, can you deal with the rest of the vamps? I need to get these humans to safety.." she rushes into the crowd of fleeing vamps, ripping them away from the humans, kicking the back exit door open with one swift kick. "Come on, get out and run as quickly as you can!" she does her best to stake the vamps that attemp to feed on fleeing humans but dammit, there are so many. The cat is noticed and she tries to scoop it up and hand it to a fleeing human. "Go on, get out of here!" damn, what a mess..
Selene	Selene's sent a text. Death Dealers are pouring in now. Five in total wearing gas masks, and armed to the teeth to deal with lycans. Or vampires, as it may be. Selene motions and two split off to help Buffy with humans. Guards as much as herding humans out the door. One is dealing with vampires, the other two are chasing fleeing vampires. Selene's cleaning the warehouse from vampires. She's watching them, and making sure they pay for what they've done. Sure, they weren't her coven. But...Selene didn't even mention her name, if she had....they'd have probably wanted to take her out.
Ivory	Humans spill out of the door kicked open by Buffy, some Vampires try to use the chance to flee through the same. The bloody ball of fur and more blood struggles as the hand suddenly picks it up and then sticks it to an equally bloodsoaked human on the run, either ones eyes wide in panic, and just some few yards after the door the ways of the two part again, one stumbling over a fallen woman, the other dashing under some pipes and running further, leaving a trail of the stuff caught in the fur.
Selene	Selene's got her Death Dealers corralled, finally. They're itching for more of a fight, but Selene's got them getting humans out to where Buffy is and guarding the Slayer. Looking over the warehouse, Selene's not going to get under pipes. Nope. Not a chance!