Who: Glory/Ben and Team Wanna Stab them in their shared Face What: The FIGHT Where: Glory's very large very awesome back yard. There is sealey energy pplz When: Hallow'een evening Rating: PG 13. Stabbity. Status: In progress, Hold on a few for the subthreads to come - Subthreads, Minions/Victims vs Rescuers, victims switch sides when fixed, supers kick Glory in the face. - Witchey-Fu, and Glory/Ben/Buffy/Dawn
The magic, the spell, she felt it, she could feel it slipping and finally shattering, but that was okay. She didn’t need it anymore. Didn’t need the shroud over the past. Not when she was this close. There was nothing Buffy could even do anymore. Glory had called her minions to her, apart from the ones keeping her Key from focusing that pretty green energy on anything that might let her escape, the girl would be bruised and beaten by now. There were her minions who loved her, frickin worshipped her because she was awesome, and there were the crazies. And no Troll God's Hammer, she knew that for sure. Stupid Buffy, where had she gotten a hammer
But she didn’t have it here. No Hammer, no Godly lame. She wasn't worried. And she’d watch for construction machinery.
She was dressed in simple robes, a concession to Ben for when they got home. He was a treacherous little snit when he wanted to be, had fallen right into the fold the second time around like a good little host body. He might even do well back home, and she could totally end him if he did betray her. But she didn’t think that he would. He’d accepted her. He’d gotten Dawnikins.
She waited nervously tapping her foot, Dawn was chained to a wall not far from her, soon she’d be ready, she’d worked so hard on this, On the seal. The one right in Lawrence. It wasn’t visible but it made her tingly to be near, Dawn’s blood, and the right magic would tear it apart. They were so close to completion, so ready to bleed the little brat, only a few minutes now, a few short minutes and she would be home.
And there would be no robot fooling her this time, Not again. Even if there HAD been one. Stupid robot girl had slowed her down. “Hey Dawnie...you doing okay over there sweetie? I know its got to suck. But I had to lock you down. You know you’d only try to run. And I don’t want to hurt you. I mean...y’know. Till I bleed you. Cause that right there...that’s gonna hurt like a bitch, and be slow. But you know that from last time don’t you? I mean he even says he's sorry for hurting you and all, but not being real. You'll be happier as energy I swear. You'll be doing what you're supposed to do, what you were MADE to do. Isn't that better...And your sister will follow you to death anyway so you don't even need to worry. Bitch has it coming. I have a list. Wrecking ball jerk is on it too. Pity the glinda-witch isn't here. I'd have fun with her. Can mess up her girl again though"
"Um...Your most divine and well accessoriedness in whose splendiferious radiance we bask eternal? Might I interrupt your magnificance’s taunting?"
Aw Jinx. He was totally her favourite. She looked down and patted him on his creepy bumpy little minion head
"What is it, are they here...?"
"We think they are nearby yes..."
Glory grinned and grabbed one of her prettier swords. This would be fun. She was about to dismiss the minion when she thought about something very important, very very. How could she have forgotten?
"Do I look good Jinxy, Do I look ready to go home?!!." she asked him with a beaming grin that was ready to turn at any second. He’d better answer right. He was so gonna be in trouble if he didn’t.