Chaos Theory: A Buffyverse RPG

Who: Maricha/Marsha Clellan, Leonard (NPC)
What: Opening the door between life and death
When: Week Six, Friday evening (day after Thanksgiving)
Where: Clellan Estate, Los Angeles
Status: COMPLETE

( fading through the door into Summer )

Who: Maricha (Mod!Plot)
What: Distributing a few gifts
When: Week Six, day after Thanksgiving
Where: The Pod
Status: Mod!Plot, Complete

Maricha was smiling, and it wasn't pretty. Rows of razor-sharp teeth glittered in the shadows as she faded into them. One of the benefits of being rakshasi was invisibility. She had eavesdropped on Wesley's return this way, and now she was putting it to work for her.

It would've been easier if she could've changed her shape, but no. She was bound to change only between the outward human shape, and her rakshasi self. Luckily for her, the rakshasi's invisibility worked in either shape, although it was easier to manipulate in her true form.

The long-fingernailed claws clutched four shopping bags, tied with brightly colored bows and labeled with four names. The clothes inside the bag were from Edna, the enchantment had been strengthened by their combined magics, and Marsha was delivering them.

The first bag was bulging and heavy with nubbly, cable-knit sweaters in browns and grays. These she left on the doorstep of Rupert Giles, matching tag to nameplate. The second bag was incredibly light, and this bag was left on Angel's doorstep, woolen scarves, all black, with shimmering threads shot through them to throw a glimmer and shimmer in the light. The next bag was for a Slayer, and Marsha crept through two floors of apartments before finding the one that belonged to Beth Holden. She left the shopping bag full of jeans on the girl's door, and then took the last bag to the room at the end of the hall, that belonged to Davan Collins. Hooded sweatshirts, in a rainbow of colors, were nestled in the bag, and she rubbed her hands together.

The clothing had all been enchanted; each person received a special gift. Giles' sweaters were full of indifference, because who wanted to deal with the world when wrapped up in warm and cuddly softness? Angel's scarves were full of regret, each silver thread in the black wool another memory that Angel could not stop thinking about. Beth's jeans were full of resentment, boiling up in the denim and copper fasteners like stonewashing. Davan's hoodies were full of anger, growling and furious as the hoods hid his true secrets from the world.

Once all the packages had been delivered, Maricha fled the building before she could be detected.

She couldn't wait for the fun to begin.

Who: Wesley Wyndham-Price, Marsha Clellan, Edna
What: Wesley says goodbye to his new friends and gets ready to return to his old friends
When: Day Two, Week Five
Where: Clellan Estate and limousine
Status: Complete

( The time has come, the walrus said, to talk of many things...  )

Maricha sighed. The life of Marsha Clellan was boring, and yet, it was the perfect cover for her. She had access to unlimited funds, unlimited snacks, and even though she had a job to do, there was no reason she couldn't have a little fun, first.

The resurrection was going to be difficult, but she'd been provided with everything she needed, including the partner. A strong and handsome young man, a hero in the community; he'd just saved a life during a high-rise fire. And he was an avid practitioner of black sorcery.

Rakshashi and Warlock were both naked, circling a sacred fire that burned in the middle of a blackened thorny crown. In the ashes of the fire lay an iron box, and inside the iron box lay the ashes of the dead. Joining hands over the flames, the ritual questions and answers began.

"What is it we come to do this night?" asked the woman.

"We come to rejoin the body to the soul," answered the man.

"If I have provided the body, can you provide the soul?" asked the woman again.

"I have brought the soul; the sacrifice has been balanced. A life for a life; a life was saved this day so that a life could be given."

"Do you join with me in the sacred marriage?"

"I join with you, my soul and my power."

The flames grew higher, lifting the iron box aloft and balancing it on a column of flame.

Two voices, the man and the woman, joined together in the sacred chant as they paced around the fire.

You are the mother of light.
I am the father of darkness.
Let us come together.
Let us be one.
Life...return to thee.
Life...bestow to thee.
Life...from me to thee.
Life...from us to thee.
Life...from all to thee.

Three times they chanted as they circled the fire, and on the third chant, the box jerked open, and the ashes flew out as though scattered by the wind. They formed a human shape, then turned from ash to flesh as the body hit the floor.

The body jerked, eyes wide and bloodshot, and the mouth opened in a voiceless, soundless scream.

"It is finished."