BtVS: Alternate Lives

Who: Zee OT all white hats (multiple threads are okay as she'll have a horde with her, so have at it!)
Where: The streets, baby!
When: Thursday, September 9th

Zee had had enough of playing it sweet (or what she considered to be sweet, which meant only occasionally maiming people, unfortunately), now? Now she wanted to make the world BURN. She didn't care what her higher orders were. Although, honestly. She never did. That was just how she worked. Her boss knew that. As did her 'brother'. A part of her suspected that he wouldn't be surprised by this, although she hoped to get his approval. Half of what she did was for him, after all.

So, with a manic skip to her step she made her way down the main strip, somehow managing to avoid each ball of fire that rained from the heavens (almost as if she was protected somehow, when in actuality it was just damn luck). She literally had a horde of demons behind her, looting, destroying and causing general mayhem. She let out a squeal of laughter and yelled: "Destroy what you can, boys and girls! I'm not feeling generous tonight! Heee!!"

Who: Priscilla (Famine) OT Anyone
Where: Downtown LA
When: Saturday afternoon (December 12)


The wispy, slender figure stood on the sidewalk outside a small florist shop, her dark hair piled carelessly atop her head. Despite a cool breeze in the air, she wore a long sundress, the skirt billowing around her legs as she stood still, unmoving. Her honey colored eyes were focused intensely on one rose as she watched each petal wither individually right in front of her gaze.

From inside the shop, the sound of a radio blaring could be heard. Pop music spilled through the open door onto the sidewalk, interrupted intermittently by commercials and news briefs covering everything from the price of gas to the unseasonably severe drought affecting both the water reserve and the yield of the state's winter crops. Similar effects were being seen up the Pacific coast and down into Nevada, New Mexico, across Texas, and throughout a large portion of Mexico. Experts were currently analyzing the long-term ramifications on what it could mean for the general food supply if conditions continued to degrade.

Yes. She'd been a very busy girl lately.

Who: Azrael & Pierce Japhrimel OT: Luci & the Four
Where: Random coffeeshop
When: Saturday evening
Note: Players, make sure you read this before replying, please!


He sat at one of the little tables outside the coffeeshop, a cup of your standard brew sat in front of him, steaming and untouched since he ordered it. Azrael didn't exactly blend in, but the fallen angel really didn't see the need. It wasn't his job as Lucifer's Right Hand to blend in. It was his job to assist and protect.

Azrael waited until an attractive young man sat at his table and anyone who knew Tierce Japhrimel would almost say that this man who sat down would be a dead ringer for the exiled dragon. Indeed, in all physical details Pierce Japhrimel was identical to his brother. However, as said before, anyone who knew Tierce would know for a fact that Pierce could not be his brother for his clothing appearance was the complete opposite: His face was devoid of any make-up or piercings and appeared fresh faced, unassuming. Not a thread of dark clothing adorned his body. In fact, Pierce's clothing was as unassuming as the rest of him: Plain t-shirt, plain dark jeans, and plain black boots. If it wasn't for the dragon's hair, no one would notice him in a crowd.

The fallen angel pushed the mug of coffee toward the dragon and merely said, "Drink this." Pierce lifted a brow in reaction, "And what's this?"

"Assurances that you'll tell the Truth." Pierce laughed in reply, "Oh, someone hasn't done his homework." Azrael tilted his head, "Your clan, specifically, are notorious for skirting and manipulating the Truth. Drink the coffee or your audience with Lucifer ends now." Amusement was still plain on Pierce's face, but he complied, lifting the mug of java to his lips and downed the contents.

"Happy?" The dragon asked as he replaced the mug on the table. The fallen angel made no verbal reply. He simply stood and took a step back, leaving the previously occupied chair available for his master.