| Always in Times Like These |
[25 Jun 2008|09:13pm] |
Even the elusive couldn't escape the sheer chaos reigning through the City of Sin. People turning on each other in fear and confusion, demons cascading in throngs through the streets demanding to be noticed and acknowledged as existing, like retro gay activists marching proudly...
They were here. They were fierce. And they were climbing over humanity.
Given the circumstances, it was no wonder that Purity finally roused herself from her apartment, equipped with as many spells, herbs, little trinkets and mystical crystals as she could carry. Or stuff in her cargo pants. Well, take no chances, anything and everything could and probably would be on that very same street. That was her philosophy right now, at least.
She had to find Rhiannon. Not completely sure why that woman in particular, but realizing that every time she had participated in saving this forsaken city, that Slayer was always there, too. It could only be a good thing. Besides, the more the merrier when the streets were paved with ghouls.
The brunette in question was on Paradise Road near the Riviera. After Corbett wandered off, she began to walk, looking around for a way to be useful. Normally when disaster struck, she had a plan of action. Normally the affected area was limited. Normally there was an enemy, easily identified by its non-human nature and desire to kill things. This was different.
To call it chaos was fair. The trouble was in labeling the wrong-doers. There were demons wreaking havoc, but there were also humans acting out at random, chasing down suspected demons that weren't doing any harm. How was she to know who to defend? Where to start first? How did you fight a battle with no endpoint in sight, no signs to let you know you were winning? Rhiannon eventually gave up trying to make it make sense. All she could do was react when it was called for, and go until she couldn't go any longer.
Then she'd rest and start all over again.
She was sweaty, covered in vampire dust, and fed up. Half the dumpsters off Paradise were on fire. A few shop windows were broken out from looting. A stoplight had gone down at the intersection with Sahara, and cars kept flying through at break-neck speed. All of that was the doing of regular people. Rhiannon stopped long enough to trip a mugger, whose arms were full of purses. She kicked the knife out of his reach and watched it skid into the gutter.
Either Purity's eyes were playing tricks on her or that was Rhiannon down the street from her. She ducked her shoulders, her booted feet picking up the pace. If it was the Slayer she didn't want to risk losing her and wasting time. Hands clutched her jacket around her waist as she moved swiftly.
Someone was yelling, the sound of another shattered window echoing through the streets like a lone wolf cry calling out for a response from his pack. Out the corner of her eye the dark witch saw staggered movement. Turning, she was just in time to watch a young woman cross the road, as a car zoomed through the broken stoplight straight for her.
"Look out!"
( Damn Ghosts )
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