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Tweak says, "Pudding!!"

Anya (bunniesareevil) wrote in wariscoming,
@ 2010-05-30 16:59:00

Entry tags:

andrea rojas, anya, castiel, dean winchester, faith lehane, kendra, pike, spike, vi

Who: TEAM RESCUE BUFFY
What: Rescuing Buffy, exorcising demon!Faith
When: Today!
Where: Building Buffy's being held in
Warnings: Violence undoubtedly

TAG POSTING ORDER FOR THE GETTING BUFFY THREAD: Anya, Castiel, Jo, Vi, Kendra (will be amended as others tag in)

TAG POSTING ORDER FOR THE EXORCISM THREAD: Faith, Pike, Spike, Andrea, Sam

It had taken Anya a little while to finally locate Buffy, but when she did, she alerted the people who wanted in on the operation. She was worried about Buffy, more than she really made it known. Buffy was a friend, and even though she was in vengeance demon mode, she would still stand by her friends in times of need. And this was one of them. She really had no idea what demons in this world were really like, but at least she still had her powers to protect her. She did think Buffy was alone at the moment, she hadn't gotten a sense of any souls around her. But she wasn't sure if that meant anything or not. Things did work differently in this world.

After giving the word on where Buffy was, Anya waited for some minutes, pacing back and forth a bit nervously. She had no idea what she would be faced with when she got there, and she knew Buffy would probably be in a fowl mood for them not getting to her earlier. But at least they were coming! When Anya felt she'd waited long enough, she teleported to the building. She appeared outside of it, staying a safe distance away. She glanced around, looking for anyone on the rescue team to see if they'd arrived there yet. Despite promising she wouldn't go in alone, she couldn't help but want to just teleport inside to Buffy and get her out of there quickly. But for once, the brunette managed not to do the stupid thing and actually waited for proper backup and cover.

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cas_is_confused
2010-05-31 12:17 am UTC (link)

Castiel was, for once, unsure what he was doing.

That was a l... an untruth. What he was doing was volunteering to help rescue Dean's girlfriend – who, by his understanding, was the de facto leader of the displaced humans - from a demon possessing another of the compound's warriors.

Which, there was little doubt, fell outside of his remit. He was not supposed to interfere, not if it was in anything beyond setting Dean on the right path. Casualties were inevitable. They were not his concern. All this he knew, which made the thing about which he was unsure why he felt compelled to help.

Perhaps this was doubt, or else the undue sympathy he had been chastised for. Perhaps it was the will of God. He preferred to assume the latter; his Father could not hold him in the wrong for doing a good thing, for protecting His favourite creation (~~his brothers, on the other hand...~~). He would deal with that debate later.

He appeared (quite literally; as per usual, one moment he was not there and the next the geeky-looking little angel in the trenchcoat had popped out of nowhere) near the building knowing better than to stray too close – the whole 'sensing the enemy' thing working both ways, after all. Alerting the demons was definitely not in the game plan.

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notafishie
2010-05-31 01:01 am UTC (link)

Pike was not a happy camper. He was stowing away a large part of his feelings right now, because if he let himself feel them for even a second he'd probably break down. There was fear, which might have surprised anyone that knew Pike from his hunting career back home. Then again, it made a certain sort of sense. Back home, Pike had made certain he had nothing to lose, so that he could take the kind of crazy risks a hunter often needed to take. It wasn't the friends he had now that created the fear, though. His fear was that he wouldn't be good enough to get Faith back. Back home, he had no one to be responsible for except himself, but here, he was responsible for Faith. She was his girlfriend, the woman he loved, the woman he had on more than one occasion gone to the wall for. If he failed to get her back, it would destroy him.

There was guilt. Oh boy, legions and legions of guilt. On an intellectual level, he knew the demon had worked some sort of mojo on him to make him see the consecrated cross he'd gotten Faith, along with the standard amulet, on her person. But, like Buffy, he'd also noticed her off behavior and his gut had been twinging at him from day one. But she had a reasonable excuse for that, and he was still seeing what he believed to be firm proof that she wasn't possessed, so he'd shrugged it off. He was disgusted with himself, and after this was over, he planned on researching ways to safeguard against demon mind mojo from here on out.

There was concern for Faith and Buffy. The concern for Faith was obvious. Demons weren't known for taking the most care with hosts, and it was entirely possible that this one had hurt Faith physically as well as the mental scarring that would result. He was also concerned about those mental scars, and could only hope that he could help Faith move past them with time. He was also worried about Buffy, which might have surprised some. They might not have seen eye-to-eye on much since he'd gotten here, but she was still someone he respected, and if it wasn't for his incompetence she wouldn't be in this situation.

There was rage. Oh, there was rage. He might have been doing the mostly-normal life with Faith right now, but he had been a hunter for twelve years back home. Twelve years, and this demon thought it could fuck with his girlfriend unanswered? Fuck no, that was not going to go unanswered. But he was stowing all that. He couldn't afford to have a breakdown right now. Besides, this wasn't about him, this was about Faith and Buffy.

Instead of any one of those emotions, he presented a perfectly calm facade. In fact, he was so calm it was almost scary. If most of these people didn't already know Faith was his girlfriend, they wouldn't have been able to figure it out from the poker face he was effecting. If there was one thing he'd become very good at, it was internalizing everything until he had a more opportune moment to deal with it. On the surface, he looked every bit the experienced hunter he really was.

He hadn't come with much. He may have been given enough weapons to be called a small armory for Christmas, but most of them were of the bladed and, therefore, lethal sort. Lethal force was not an option. This was a rescue mission, and not just for Buffy. IF lethal force was to be used on Faith, it wouldn't be today and it would be his decision, no one else's. He'd taken one of his spare flasks and filled it with Holy Water, and lifted a small container of salt from a local grocery store. He also had the consecrated cross with him, and was wearing his amulet.