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Jacen Solo actually won the Ultimate Showdown (jeditraitor) wrote in wariscoming,
@ 2010-07-23 22:30:00

Entry tags:

barbara gordon/oracle, cara mason, chuck shurley, clark kent, damien thorn, eliot spencer, jacen solo, jo harvelle, leela, morgana, prue halliwell, richie foley/gear, ron weasley, sarah connor, seeley booth, simon tam, sora, spike, stephanie brown/batgirl, vi, xander harris

Who: Everyone not currently raising Lucifer from hell or on their way to Illchester to try and stop it, possessed, fighters, everyone.
What: Apocolypse now-ish
Where: Riiiight outside the apartment
When: 23rd Feb 2010
Rating: Temp Character Death
Status: Ongoing

OOC: This, is giant post of fighty doom. Subthread away, feel free to have the demons have a couple more hellhounds, no more than about 6 among everyone though, maybe a Daeva or two Meg sent down, and generally go for it with exorcisms however people decide to do them. The dead as we said can be picked up by Cara but only those we decided on. You guys know the limits on how far the fights can go etc so just have fun with it and get the good guys back to good guys, ...or..in Jacen's case, sort of good, good ish. And YES of course logs can take place in and around the same time elsewhere, aka hunts, or if the Tam's wanted a showdown etc. This is just the main battle ground.

Distraction. Little Miss riding on Daddy's reputation wanted a distraction. Then she'd have one. He'd gotten the call like everyone else. Now. It was all it said, and the demon walking around in Jacen Solo had known precicely what to do. He'd summoned some friends, pets if one had a twisted enough sense of humour. Luckily he did. Hellhounds. Two, one on either side of him, and tied up in the car Jacen was learning to drive. Vi. The Slayer. His house guest for the last little while. And she was a great deal of fun He had been told now was the time to make the distraction and as he bundled Vi out of the car near the complex and walked her in front of him still with a Force grip around her to prevent her from walking too far ahead.

"You're gonna love this, Meg's got Sam....she's got him right there and he's going to free Lucifer" he said laughing wildly as he decided to begin plan distraction by shooting back at the car they'd just got out of with a shot of lightning, blue and dangerous and all his. "He's gonna reward me, me and my sister because we were meant to be the distraction, y'know. Take the powerful ones, take the heavy hitter out of the running and I got you, I got freaking Superman out looking for me and my sisters starting fires all over the city. We're winning this war. And when Lucifer rises, you're all gonna bow to people like me" Another shot of lightning this one hitting the front of the complex and setting off the defences it had surrounding it. Ruby's magic barrier, even though she couldn't get into the damn place, alarms. But he was pretty sure there had been people out hunting him, he'd driven round a whole lot, thought about parks, thought about another warehouse but where was more distracting than right in their back yard

He supposed he could hold his own for a while but he needed the others with him He hoped they'd gotten the same message he had, Speaking of messages, another bolt of lightning hit the door. If that wasn't a message nothing was.

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stephaniebrown
2010-07-23 10:11 pm UTC (link)

The demon that had been walking around inside of Stephanie for several days also got the message. And like she told Lilith, she was excited. Being topside was great in itself, but the chance to hurt several of those pesky humans was just the icing on the proverbial cake. Sure, she had been a touch disappointed when none of the humans asked why she hadn't been to the complex in a while, but that was fine. She got to use that fact against Stephanie, insisting that they obviously didn't care at all considering they hadn't batted an eye.

It wasn't long after "Jacen" showed up before the currently blond demon went zooming past him on that purple motorcycle. The thing was fun so she didn't want so much as get the paint scratched by what was sure to be a fun fight. She quickly parked it behind another nearby building and made her way over to the one throwing lightning. "Looks like you're already having fun," she said simply, smirking as she stopped beside him. Then she turned to look at the complex standing in front of her with pure black eyes and yelled, "What, no one's going to come greet us?"

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slayervi
2010-07-23 11:43 pm UTC (link)

Vi was a little easier to drag around than she had been days ago. How many of those had passed, she had no idea. Everything had blurred together in the effort to stay awake, alert, and making attempts at escaping. Hell, she'd even managed to get a shoe off and throw it at his head to give voice to every strong emotion she was feeling at the moment, mostly anger and frustration. Still, she just couldn't bring herself to make anything completely easy for him.

As they moved towards the complex, she tried to dig in her feet, mud squelching under her bare foot and sneaker sole as she managed a couple of seconds imitating a stubborn mule before she was tugged along again. "No, we're not," she snapped at him. "Those people, the person that you're possessing, his sister, we will never bow to Lucifer, even if this Meg bitch manages-" She stopped and looked over at him, loose hair falling around her face. "Sam's too smart for that. Dean's too smart for that. He's going to figure her out and then you know what? This is going to be a bad, bad idea. You just won't be the distraction, you'll realize you're bait, and those people in that complex are going to send you right back to hell, you self-righteous demonic prick!" The ending didn't quite reach the forceful pitch she hoped, her voice worn down by all the yelling and insulting she'd done. But she'd said what she needed to.

She winced as the lightning struck the car and then the complex, setting off the alarms. People were going to fight. They wouldn't stand inside, waiting around, while familiar faces were possessed and they were surrounded. This was it. She closed her eyes, head hanging. "We're going to win," she said, her voice soft, exhausted but not yet defeated.

And then, there was someone else. She opened her eyes and looked over, eyes widening as she recognized who. How many of them are there? "Stephanie?"

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stephaniebrown
2010-07-24 03:58 am UTC (link)

Stephanie. God, that really was a horrible name. It was all modern and... ugh. Something about it just seemed a bit too perky.

But, there was no denying that the girl was talking to her, so Stephanie turned the smirk towards her. "Hey there, Red," she said simply, eyes still shining black. The girl's name was Vi, that was easy to pick up on. All of Stephanie's memories were an open book for the demon, after all. "And no. Not Stephanie. She's long gone."

Lies and half truths, those were two things that demons were good at. Stephanie wasn't really gone, she was still in there. She was just locked away where no one else could hear her. But god, that girl could get annoying sometimes.

"But it's alright. I'm sure you and the rest of her friends are going to be able to see her soon enough. Once you're all dead. Don't worry though, I'm sure we're all going to have lots of fun until that happens. All kinds of pain and screaming for our entertainment."

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Romana/Demon!Leela/K-9

leelaofsevateem
2010-07-23 11:22 pm UTC (link)

Azura, who had been wearing Leela about as comfortably as she could, showed up at the complex. She spotted other demons around, though at least they were suitably dressed. Azura was still in the animal skins Leela wore, and she hated it. But she had other objectives. Yes, she'd stop anyone trying to get out and interfere with Lucifer being brought to Earth, but she was looking for one specific redhead in particular. There was a cruel smile on her lips, her hand resting over the knife at her hip. Her pure black eyes kept stoic watch like a hungry lion waiting for its prey to make a move.

Meanwhile inside, K-9 couldn't locate Leela. Being worried about her, he did the one thing he knew he could: find Romana. Together, they could perhaps find Leela. After all, Leela did have a habit of running off. The last time he saw his Mistress, she told him she was going for a walk. He had powered down shortly after to conserve his energy sources. But now, he was worried. Or at least as worried as a robot dog could be. He headed off to Romana's apartment. He wasn't certain if she was there or not, but it was a starting point. When he came to a stop outside her door, instead of knocking, he called out to her. "Mistress Romana?"

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Re: Romana/Demon!Leela/K-9

callmefred
2010-07-24 04:20 pm UTC (link)

Romana was indeed there and still found herself troubled by Leela's words to her, she'd mentioned things she couldn't be forgiven for and Romana knew it was true and that she had no right but Leela would never have said it to her in a million lifetimes, but now she had done. She hadn't expected K-9 when he found her. He was Leela's not hers and he had stayed clear she thought, for the last while. It was more than a little disconcerting. Truth be told she hadn't seen Leela in days.

She opened the door and looked down to the little robot dog, "K-9?" she said worriedly, so unused to seeing the little dog on his own, he was always at his Mistresses side just as hers had been. When she was herself at least. "Is Leela not with you? Is she well?" Romana had to admit she was worried about her friend, even with all the issues, even with the past they shared Leela would never have spoken to her like that.

He wouldn't be here if nothing was wrong, not on his own.

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leelaofsevateem, 2010-07-25 12:38 am UTC

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callmefred, 2010-07-28 07:27 pm UTC

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leelaofsevateem, 2010-07-29 01:33 am UTC

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callmefred, 2010-07-31 05:46 pm UTC

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leelaofsevateem, 2010-07-31 10:28 pm UTC

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callmefred, 2010-08-03 11:11 pm UTC

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leelaofsevateem, 2010-08-05 06:29 pm UTC

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callmefred, 2010-08-12 02:56 pm UTC

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leelaofsevateem, 2010-08-14 07:07 pm UTC

Downtown: fire and blood and games, oh my!

tricksterjaina
2010-07-24 12:48 am UTC (link)

The smell of gasoline was strong, here. It made sense - she’d doused the entire building with it, after all. No one had stopped her - but then again, nobody had been able to, lightsaber and lightning and bare hands tearing them apart. Blood had gotten all over her, she was practically up to her elbows in it.

She liked the smell of gasoline, she decided.

The slick red on her hands was smearing all over the lighter she was playing with.

One person inside was still alive on this floor. Multi-level shopping center, she’d picked the perfect building, slipped up to the top floor - it would burn and collapse and everyone inside would die, because she’d already made sure the fire alarms weren’t working correctly. Demon powers and Force powers were a wonderful combination, she never wanted to lose this. She never would, if she could help it ~~but if she had to lose it, she would, if it meant staying up here where there’s air and water and peace, not endless screaming and fire and misery~~.

Click, spark.

Click. Spark.

She’d given that Clark boy three minutes, and then waited another two. Five whole minutes, and she was getting impatient. She wanted to go play, now. Everyone else was getting started.

It was time.

Inside her head, their head, Jaina was silent, now. Withdrawn as far as she could go, but not far enough to really get away from anything. She’d made sure Jaina would see what they could do together, made sure the Jedi got to see all the fun they could have together. She’d made sure Jaina could see while she tore strips of skin away from muscle, made sure she could hear the wonderful sounds it made, the screams from the man she was playing with. He was still tied up, off to the side, watching with glassy, terrified eyes.

“I think I’ll miss you,” she told him, crouching down to his level, smiling with Jaina’s lips, reaching out Jaina’s free hand to paint a bloody streak across his forehead, down his cheek, a red handprint on his shoulder when she dropped her hand to rest there.

“You’ve been the funnest toy yet.”

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Re: Downtown: fire and blood and games, oh my!

ex_sonofkryp215
2010-07-24 04:21 am UTC (link)

Clark had no idea what either Jacen or Jaina were capable of. He knew that they were powerful, which was more than enough of a warning sign for him. Clark might have been strong in his own way, but he had met plenty of villains who had been able to challenge him before. If there was one thing he wasn't going to be doing - especially in a world that was not his own - it was underestimate his opponent. Clark had never thought that he would have ended up standing against one of their own before, but things were changing now. The demons were closing in, they were abducting people one by one, and they were causing chaos. Why they were being so open with their destruction was something that Clark couldn't pinpoint; he had always thought that Lilith wanted them to be as subtle a possible with their abductions. It made sense, didn't it? They wanted them. They always had wanted them. The more powerful, the better. Now that Lilith had her hands on two of the most powerful beings on their side, Clark really didn't see why either of the demons possessing them were bothering to waste their time around here. Unless Lilith had ordered them to kill them all. But why throw away all of those bodies that were capable of so much? It didn't make sense to him. Something wasn't right about this picture and, if Clark had anything to say about it, he was going to figure out what the problem was as soon as possible.

Until then? He had the obvious issue to take care of: Jaina. The last he had checked, she was off trying to start fires. He was pretty sure she meant it in the literal sense too. It was why the second she had decided to taunt and challenge him, Clark took off and began a desperate scavenger hunt for the demon in question. He had no leads outside of the fire, which meant that he had to rely on his abilities to help him figure things out. Even so, Clark might have been able to move faster than the speed of sound, but he couldn't do everything at once. All Jaina (or not Jaina, to be specific) needed was a couple seconds of time to start up a deadly fire. She'd need even less to kill an innocent. Even though the odds were entirely against him, Clark Kent couldn't accept the possibility of someone dying at the hands of the monster possessing Jaina. He spread himself thin, speeding through the streets in a dark blur that went by practically unnoticed by most of the city's civilians. Clark was desperate enough to commit to this seemingly impossible search - he had a hero complex, after all, and he wasn't about to stand around and do nothing when there were lives on the line.

It was only by sheer luck that Clark caught a whiff of the scent of gasoline in the air. He fell to a halt just outside of a shopping center, eyes turning toward the building suspiciously. Setting his gaze into a sharp focus, Clark switched on his x-ray vision and peered straight through the walls and into the building beyond. Bodies were scattered all throughout the upper floor. All of them save for one. Jaw tightening in anger, Clark broke into a run and sped his way for the top floor. The demon possessing Jaina had to be up there. It'd explain the gasoline.

And the body count.

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tricksterjaina, 2010-07-24 04:01 pm UTC

Downtown: fire and blood and games, oh my! -

ex_sonofkryp215, 2010-07-24 05:54 pm UTC

Downtown: fire and blood and games, oh my! -

tricksterjaina, 2010-07-27 10:01 pm UTC

Downtown: fire and blood and games, oh my! -

ex_sonofkryp215, 2010-07-29 05:15 am UTC

Downtown: fire and blood and games, oh my! -

tricksterjaina, 2010-07-29 08:29 pm UTC

Downtown: fire and blood and games, oh my! -

ex_sonofkryp215, 2010-08-01 07:07 am UTC

Demon!Sarah, Open

know_your_exits
2010-07-24 03:07 am UTC (link)

Maraeltha, Maria for short, the demon riding in Sarah Connor was simply ecstatic with sinister glee. Finally! Finally, she could stop pretending to be a kind, concerned mother. She could stop being a protector of life and get down to business, could at last drop that annoying act and get to kill people now. Oh, and she would enjoy it thoroughly. She knew just how much Sarah valued human life. In fact, a memory revealed that as well. It was when she was investigating a death, when she and her son, Derek, and their cyborg bodyguard Cameron looked for a body. The machine iterated that it was pointless strategy, to which Sarah said that was because "it" didn't value human life. After which Cameron simply pointed out that it wasn't souls, just bones and meat, then asking if that was wrong to say. Well.. bad news. Maria was going to destroy some lives right here and now, and poor Sarah would be conscious in there to watch the whole thing. She even gave the human a few glimpses of crimes she had done.

She could hear the lightning from the opposite side of the complex she was on. Jacen was at work doing what he did best. Good, maybe more people would be slaughtered. The fighters could come out and die by their hand. Sarah opted to approach from the opposite side of the building, to do her own thing as far as this goes, though she would welcome a demon partner. Or.. maybe not. Maybe she could do this herself, get more credit. It was tempting to ass more to their ranks, but.. no. Killing was going to happen now. That was better. She had a few demonic powers in her arsenal, not to mention a loaded gun. She had a couple combat knives strapped to her Army boots as well. Not to mention knowledge of various unarmed ways of taking a life. Definitely not a good combination at all. Just a question of which method to use in that final stroke. Hopefully she would get to use more than one.

Time to help draw them out. With a wicked sneer, she picked up a rock half the size of her fist, tossing it up. She pushed her hand and the object flew up at a fast pace, hitting against a window. A little harder, maybe? She hoped to break one or a few. That could get some attention. Swinging her hand again, another rock hit that same window again, followed by a third. That would do for a moment. She then un-holstered her gun, cocked it and held it at the ready. Damn right, no one is ever safe, she thought, using one of Sarah's own mottos against her. Oh! It would be such a treat if her brat son could arrive... she could kill him while Sarah's soul helpless watched.. while doing it with her own bare hands. She was curious as to who would meet her first in this fight, though. Hopefully not anyone with power or skilled prowess; she'd have to take care of it fast, before they could fire off a successful exorcism. All the demons had to do was hold them off and distract them, destroy some lives while Sam and Meg were busy. While their lord Lucifer was being let out... then everything would be better. This should be a simple job. Distract, fight, kill. Failure was definitely not an option, as she knew full well the consequences for that.

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Demon!Sora - OPEN!

findthelight
2010-07-24 05:15 am UTC (link)

Pythos was pleased. He had grown tired of listening to Meg babble - blah, blah, blah; no one actually gave a damn about her being the one chosen to lead the Winchester boy to Lilith - now that she was gone and out of the picture (temporarily, as she would surely be back to rub her accomplishment in their faces once Lucifer was free), Pythos planned to make this occasion one worth remembering. He was loyal to Lilith. Knowing that this was her final hour, Pythos very much felt as though it was his job to ensure that all of those chaos and death went down in her honor. As such, Pythos very much felt that there was only one way to respectfully go about honoring one such as Lilith: children. That was Lilith's trademark, was it not? The demon wearing Sora picked up a school bus, drove it out to the laser tag facility that the boy worked at, and used Sora's face and social connections to convince some of the younger kids to come and take a trip with him for ice cream.

It had been all too easy, really. All he had to do was flash a smile, pretend that he was that cheerful Sora, and tell the group of kids that he was buying. They piled into that bus like a pack of starved animals desperately awaiting their meal. The kids were old enough to be left on their own - they were in the eleven to thirteen range - so Sora got them out the doors without any notice at all. Then he drove. Straight through Lawrence and all the way to the apartment complex, where he knew the fight was about to begin. Pythos parked the bus just down the street from the complex, flashed his black eyes at the kids for a nice scare, and dragged one out the doors by the end of his hair. The rest of the kids were locked inside, threatened with the gun that Pythos had tucked away inside his coat. They weren't allowed to move. If they did, Pythos was going to kill them all.

He was a liar though. That was his trademark. They were all going to die, whether they played nicely or not.

With a gun pressed to the head of a girl with pigtails, Sora pushed her out of the bus and began to pace the pavement. Someone would see them. The heroes would pour out of that building one by one, torn between hunting Jacen and the other demons down and saving the innocents that Pythos had dragging into the scene on purpose. Grinning wildly, he shoved the girl to the ground and pointed his gun into the air. One shot rang out into the sky and the children on the bus began to scream. "I brought us a few guests!" Pythos called to the other demons. He was ready for this. They were going to die.

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: Demon!Sora - Kahlan

last_confessor
2010-07-24 02:04 pm UTC (link)

Children. Kahlan almost immediatly targetted the demon with children. And she knew the boy whoose body it had taken, he was kind and friendly and she didn't think she was wrong in figuring that this would hurt him a great deal if it came down to it. If he actually hurt anyone. The thing was though, he had a gun. And she wouldn't confess him, she wouldn't do that to someone who didn't deserve it. So instead she had her weapons, a longsword and a dagger holstered to the side and was dressed to fight in leathers she'd managed to procure and make. They were comfortable and perfect for the fight, not that she wanted to fight this boy. But she'd protect the children. Weapons were one thing. But Kahlan knew precicely where to start to save the little girl, the cap was already off the holy water when she came into his line of sight, "Hey" she called and before he could reply, she sent a stream of water flying into his eyes calling to the child as soon as he was distracted.

"Run, back to the bus" It wasn't confession but the Mother Confessors voice had weight no matter the world. The girl ran and Kahlan glared at the demon holding the gun. She found she disliked guns quite a lot. "You're really going to go with a weapon that takes away any kind of real pleasure from the fight. Its not even you fighting it's that...thing. I'd believed you demons were better than that but clearly I was wrong" She removed the sword from its sheath and stared the creature down furiously. "Now you have a choice, stand down now, or I will make you stand down, and you can decide yourself if you think I'm bluffing"

Generally she didn't bluff, and she knew the words if not the language, she'd learned them as words, she just had to get him into a fight with her and she had him, thats how she knew to do this.

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Demon!Sora - Kahlan -

findthelight, 2010-07-24 06:05 pm UTC

Demon!Sora - Kahlan -

last_confessor, 2010-07-28 08:28 pm UTC

Demon!Sora - Kahlan -

findthelight, 2010-07-29 05:33 am UTC

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last_confessor, 2010-07-31 05:55 pm UTC

Demon!Sora - Kahlan -

findthelight, 2010-08-01 07:16 am UTC

Demon!Sora - Kahlan -

last_confessor, 2010-08-12 06:31 pm UTC

Demon!Morgana/Prue and Open to: Damien, the Charmed Ones and Cara (Cara coming in later)

prueisavirtue
2010-07-24 09:48 am UTC (link)

This battle was huge, and Prue couldn't help but feel fear deep down inside. After all, this wasn't what she was used to dealing with. But she refused to show the fear. Instead, she had put a plan of attack together. Deflect the lightning and any other attack coming at the door so the combat squads could get out safely. Prue had gone out the door, deflecting anything that was thrown at her. For the most part, she deflected, but she also used her telekinesis to keep the demons at bay while her comrades came out.

At her first opening, and after the first wave of the combat squads got outside, she dove for cover behind a bench. She glanced around, making note of where her sisters and Damien were. She wasn't about to let them out of her sight if she could help it. Moments later, she poked her head over the bench, taking in where her enemies were positioned. After reading the situation, she went back to deflecting attacks, using her power as a defense right now. She'd learned that the best offense is a good defense.

Inwardly, she did hate the fact she couldn't use her power in her astral form and that her physical body would go to sleep when she was in astral form. Otherwise she could really do a lot more in this fight. It would definitely be helpful right now. "How many of them are there?" She glanced around, looking for another spot to get cover. There was another spot she could use as cover, but there was a fair distance between it and where she was now. There was a good chance she could get caught by a demon, but Prue wasn't the type to just sit and wait for an enemy to come to her. She was going to take the fight to them. Prue stood up, moved around the bench and started moving, now in the open. She kept her eyes open, ready to deflect or throw anything coming her way.

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Demon!Morgana/Prue and Open to: Damien, the Charmed Ones and Cara (Cara coming in later)

ex_bornofaja490
2010-07-25 05:09 am UTC (link)

Damien wasn't too far away from Prue, following and making sure she wasn't too far out of his sight. He suspected it was the same on her end. Her sisters had to be close by as well. This was one fight he was not sitting out of. There was no excuse, anyway. He wasn't working, he wasn't at Camp Bobby.. and he wasn't kidnapped. And besides, the war was now at their front door, literally. Again. He remembered when there was an attack when they first moved in to the apartments.. they had prevailed against the demons then. Hopefully, history could repeat itself now. He was also concerned, as he had been lately, about Prue's safety since they had heard about the updated seal count. Damien knew she could damn well take care of herself. She had great power. But this was war, it was chaos... he couldn't just sit back, he had to pitch in with other fighters. Plus he was on a combat squad and it would be a poor example to not do anything while the rest of them were helping the fight.

He wondered if it would be necessary to use any of his abilities. He knew there was quite a bit in the area that could be dislodged or affected in some way, power lines, lights, windows, hanging flagpoles.. probably even stop a gun from firing if need be. He couldn't go too far with it though.. they were still their friends, it was just the demons using them. But anything else, if it were fully evil, nothing human, no innocence? They'd be granted no mercy, assuming he was successful or if he had some back up help just in case. He made sure to arm himself, having a couple flasks of holy water inside his leather coat, as well as a red marker in case the good guys somehow, by some miracle, secured enough time for him to draw a trap on the ground. He also had a backpack slung over his shoulder. Halfway zipped, with a few jars of salt inside. One of which had the cap off. He didn't tell anyone else what he had. Didn't have time enough to. But with luck, and with Prue, and her sisters in the same area? He thought that should be a good combination of power to fight back, to send these friends back to Hell. He was also quite relieved that he had been studying those Latin classes every day since they started. He felt confident in pulling off an exorcism.. provided he wasn't interrupted or.. worse. Though he was more worried for everyone else out here. Or more Specifically, Prue. But this was a war. It had to be fought no matter what.

He had slid behind a garbage can, looking at Prue by her cover spot. He answered her, "No less than three. Jacen, for sure. Also heard a gun go off which our side wouldn't do. And.. hate to be a downer, but I noticed most of our trainers, for those optional classes recently started? Haven't seen them teaching inside the complex lately. I think they're possessed too. Actually, I suspect anyone who hasn't been around lately." He paused, glancing at the next spot of cover available to Prue in the area. He had a bad feeling out here, about all of it. They were in the middle of a huge battle. He just hoped they could survive it. All they had to do was work together, everyone, and hope it will be enough. It had to be. He dared not think of the alternative.

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Demon!Morgana/Prue and Open to: Damien, the Charmed Ones and Cara (Cara coming in later) -

future_seer, 2010-07-25 05:23 pm UTC

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prueisavirtue, 2010-07-26 12:05 am UTC

Demon!Morgana/Prue and Open to: Damien, the Charmed Ones and Cara (Cara coming in later) -

future_seer, 2010-07-26 12:41 am UTC

Re: Demon!Morgana/Prue and Open to: Damien, the Charmed Ones and Cara (Cara coming in later) -

prueisavirtue, 2010-07-26 05:04 am UTC

Demon!Morgana/Prue and Open to: Damien, the Charmed Ones and Cara (Cara coming in later) -

ex_bornofaja490, 2010-07-28 03:06 am UTC

Demon!Morgana/Prue and Open to: Damien, the Charmed Ones and Cara (Cara coming in later) -

future_seer, 2010-07-28 05:08 am UTC

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prueisavirtue, 2010-07-28 08:20 am UTC

MiniScene: Chuck'n'Jo - VISION FUNTIMES!

capriciousgod
2010-07-24 08:35 pm UTC (link)

He’d never done this sober, before.

That was the only thing running through his head right now. He should have probably been thinking about how he was going to push this away and keep going so he could help with the fight, keep Jo people safe, maybe worrying about what Castiel had been saying, using an atom bomb to squash a single ant, or even worrying about the fact that he needs to not alert Jo to the fact that he’s not going to be useful after all, that she’s brought him along for nothing, but all he could think is I can’t do this, I can’t, I’m going to die, I can’t do this, fingers curled tight around the hem of his jacket and his head tipped up against the seat’s headrest, eyes closed against the sharp needles of light that keep slipping through.

“So, uh,” he started, pretty sure Jo was already at least a little aware that something wasn’t right, because she was a smart girl, observant. You couldn’t be a hunter and dense ~~unless you were a Winchester, but even they’re not actually dense, not in the ways that matter for hunting, not usually, at least~~. Which means the fact that he’s sitting here shaking and squeezing his eyes closed and trying not to let his brain explode out all over her truck? Probably hasn’t escaped her notice. “I don’t think I’ll ...um. Be all that useful after all?”

........nuns......yellow eyes black eyes white eyes....doors slammed closed, untouched by any physical hands.......

Chuck jumped slightly, slipping back out of the vision like waking from a dream, curled himself against the door and squeezed his eyes closed tighter. No. No, not now. He couldn’t do this now, he needed to focus, he needed to help...

He needed a friggin’ drink was what he needed. Or a lot of them. Enough to numb him, enough to put him to sleep so he wouldn’t feel it~~, enough to kill him, maybe, so he wouldn’t have to watch the world end twice over~~.

By his count, he had five minutes before it hit for real. If it hit for real - lately it’s been all build-up and filtered-through images and no actual visions, nothing he can do anything with, but this... it felt like it usually did, just more intense, and it was both terrifying and relieving, knowing he was probably done with the choppy, fuzzy, blocked images that kept fighting to get out. It was going to be something big, but then maybe he wouldn’t have a headache tomorrow?

If, you know, there was a tomorrow.

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MiniScene: Chuck'n'Jo - VISION FUNTIMES!

harvelle
2010-07-24 08:43 pm UTC (link)

'Scared' wasn't a word that would have described Jo right now. No, currently, the blond Hunter was focused. Her eyes were fixed on the road as she pushed her truck to the limit, navigating half-deserted streets with a race car driver's finesse. The silence coming from the passenger seat was starting to grate just a bit, however, as it filtered in through her concentration. Finally, her dark gaze cut over to Chuck, and the frown on her face deepened as she saw the state he was in. This was not good.

When he spoke, her eyes had already returned to the road, but they flickered over a second time. It had been a bad idea for him to come along, but it had been his choice. Jo knew from experience what it was like to have others make a decision for you, so she wasn't going to do that for anyone else with this fight. If they wanted in, fine. And Chuck had wanted in.

"You're seeing something." The words were stated, a simple fact. "What is it, Chuck?"

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Demon!Eliot - Open to Booth

_thatswhatido
2010-07-24 09:21 pm UTC (link)

The order to move in hadn't come a moment too soon. Lucian was growing tired and irritated with acting human, keeping his activities quiet so he wouldn't attract the attention of those dogooders before it was time. It had been decades since he'd been topside with fresh meat available, not the leftovers that got tossed onto the racks. And this guy, Eliot Spencer, he had a mind full of possibility and enough morality to be wasted potential. With Lucian in control, he'd worked to fix that while he waited for the signal. Now he could really put it to good use, in honor of the one who would soon be rising. Blood would spill in the honor of the sacrifice that Lilith would soon be committing so that Lucifer would walk.

The hitter had fought him the entire time. Eliot had cursed and threatened, several of which Lucian had doubts about being anatomically possible, he'd pushed and he'd fought. That one had quite the temper and will but Lucian had listened with amusement, enjoying the little tug of war, letting Eliot have the hope that he could reclaim possession of his body. But in the last few hours, he'd gone quiet, exhaustion or maybe even surrender. Either way, it was nice to have some radio silence in his head, where he could only hear himself, mentally ticking off the names he'd pulled from his mind.

Leaving the truck sitting nearby, Lucian slid out and slammed the door shut, casually making his way towards those assembled around the complex. A few of the resistance were out already, trying to take down the others. If this was the showing, he was going to be extremely disappointed. He was itching for a couple of fights, a death or two, the crying. He stopped near the action, watching the complex. "So," he murmured quietly, "who's going to be first?"

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Demon!Eliot - Open to Booth

hates_clowns
2010-07-24 09:54 pm UTC (link)

Booth was busy giving direction over the comms. Trying to lead who all was left of the fighters. Hoping to god some of the leaders were going to take charge soon he left his comm link open as he kept his eyes on the chaos. How were they going to win this? He had no super powers or he'd lend them, all he could do was add a little strategy to those who lacked. Offer suggestions and direction. But in all it looked pretty hopeless, and that wasn't a word Booth liked to think of lightly. He was a man of faith and it was shaking watching demons in their comrades bodies attack to kill.

Jacen was hurling lightning and Vi was with him. Was she possessed too? What the hell were they going to do? Seeley had experience in wars, but not when the other side were literally demons from hell. This was not going well. They had to come up with something. Then Booth remembered the training. Traps. Someone had to draw the traps. A giant trap somehow.

He was adjusting his comm when he spotted Eliot in the crowd, and his heart sank. He had his suspicions that Eliot hadn't been back in the complex recently, but he'd desperately hoped he'd been wrong. When he saw him standing there watching he took in a breath and thumbed in his pocket for his capsule of holy water. "Look who finally made it to the party."

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Demon!richie and OPEN - repost

techsmygame
2010-07-24 11:30 pm UTC (link)

Kilith had been hoping, praying that the one called Virgil would be better by the time this all went down. Just to spite his vessel. He was happy to spread the chaos and sorrow wherever he could. After all, it was his job. Spread the pain. And what a briliant time it would be. He'd torn the throat out of a young man no older than 18 today. Or rather he'd had others do it.

Now was the time. Normally his vessel would be among those to answer the call. But now the body was in Kilith's control and he was going to use it to the fullest. Nothing was going to go unused. This child had great potential and a mind ripe for picking. He'd alreaedy looked into the sleeping boy's mind and found him to be more of a contribution to their cause. He'd already caused some chaos with it bjut he had been holding back! Ripe for the kill and upon seeing the little boy with the remote control car? He hadn't he;d back! The child was dead. And he was the happiest he'd been in a while. Blood on his hands...

They were coming now. His brothers and sisters were in combat and it was his turn. He waited, a nasty look on his face. He was ready. He wanted this. Now that he'd had a taste for the first time in so long? He wouldn't be happy. Not until he was covered.

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Spike attempting to lay down some salt lines on the streets - OPEN!

blondie_bear
2010-07-24 11:41 pm UTC (link)

Spike didn't like taking orders. He rarely listened to much of anyone that wasn't him and it wasn't going to start anytime soon, demon attack or not. Still, that didn't mean that Spike was above helping. He liked some of the people that were staying at the complex (not that he would admit that), which meant that he really did not want to be around when they died. So Spike would help. And if Booth tried to get away with saying that he had gotten to order Spike around in the future, Spike would probably kill him. The job that he had been assigned wasn't the most simple, but Spike was probably one of the best to be stuck with it. He was harder to kill than some of the others and took pain on with a smile. If the demons figured out what he was trying to do? He'd deal with it. Always did.

Spike hopped onto his motorcycle, black jacket swinging behind him as he climbed on. Tied on either side of the handlebars were bags of rock salt, both of which Spike planned on scattering through the streets. He would start at the ends, come back for more, and then drive straight on through and deliver as much as he could. Not only would the demons be trapped, but if he actually got around to spraying the rest of the streets with the salt? They'd probably end up hurting too. It probably wasn't going to be easy. In fact, there was no certainty that this half-assed plan would even work. But Spike was willing to give it all a try. He had to, didn't he? They were screwed to hell and then some at the moment and they had to do everything they could to get through this fight. Even if that meant taking some crazy risks.

The engine to his bike roared to life and Spike went tearing out into the street. He'd start on one end, then he'd circle the block and sprinkle as much as he could to trap them away from the buildings on each side of the streets. And if anyone got in his way? Spike reached over his shoulder and checked for the baseball bat that he'd tied around himself. He always had enjoyed a good hit and run.

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Xander - Babs ; Cara (later)

xander_shaped
2010-07-25 04:11 am UTC (link)

Xander couldn't sit around and do nothing while there were epically crazy demons knocking at their door. Force lightning their door, even. Whatever the case, he certainly had no intention on sitting around on his ass and waiting for the fight to be over. They could handle the comms well enough without him (especially with Babs in charge); Xander wasn't the best fighter in the world, but he knew that any and all help out on the field at the moment would be a good thing at the moment. Buffy would have wanted him out there right now. That was the biggest encouragement of them all on his part. She might not have been here to fight with them, but Xander was going to make sure that he put up a fight worthy of making his best pal proud. All he'd had to do was fish out some supplies from his room and kick off around the back end of the building (because, seriously, Xander was not about to go off and walk out the front door with crazy Jacen right there!).

Xander wasn't a moron. He wasn't going to go walking right on into the heavy fire. Instead, he planned on working on the outskirts. Steering clear of Jacen and those with abilities that would make the demons even more of a threat, Xander dodged Spike zipping by on his motorcycle and pulled out a pair of waterguns. He walked forward, lifting each of the multi-colored waterguns at his sides, located a demon that didn't seem to be wearing the face of one of his fellow comrades, and began to squirt holy water right at it's face. Right on cue, the demon began to scream in agony as the water burned at it's flesh. Xander reached into his pocket and yanked out a crumpled sheet of paper. It was the exorcism. Well, some of it. Xander had been working on memorizing the damn thing - he was almost there - and he needed a little leverage on the ending.

He wasn't stupid enough to focus on reading the exorcism out in the middle of the field though. Not without making sure that he wasn't going to be attacked in the middle of his reading. Xander fired a bit more holy water at another incoming demon, threw a few more shots at the one that he'd hit at first, and began chanting quickly as he kept his eyes trained on the surrounding area and the demon he was trying to send back to the pit it had crawled out from.

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Xander - Babs ; Cara (later)

alwaysabat
2010-07-25 05:06 am UTC (link)

It wasn't like Barbara was generally one these days to go headfirst into a fight, but the fact of the matter was that they were really out of options. Everyone she had was out in the field or alternatively fighting her other people! She'd tried to contact others for reinforcements but everyone was busy and there was little that could be done. Was it foolish? Yes! But she hadn't seen any other options, not after what she'd seen. Leaving Rory in charge had been her call and she'd made her way out. It was the right thing to do, she kept telling herself that, especially as she saw something coming up on Xander's back. He was changing, focusing, and he needed cover. And that was the reason the Escrima sticks came out.

She'd worked for months on modifying the weapons so they might be of some use in a demon attack and now? Now they got their trial run. She managed to hit the human-bodied demon across the back with her stick and stunned it for a bit, trying to get it out of commission even for a little bit before she pulled out a squirt bottle! The issue being that she needed one hand to steer herself around, she reminded herself. She needed to keep her wits about her. And try to make sure he finished. She tried not to distract him. That would be bad... saying only, "whatever you do, Xand, do not stop reading." and she continued the fight.

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Lawrence Clinic just after the call goes out: Demon!Simon and River (later Mal?)

mysisterisaship
2010-07-25 06:30 pm UTC (link)

[[Yeah I'm that annoying person who writes super long intros.]]

Andras had worn humans before, scores and scores, he'd lost count. Timelessness, losing track of exact numbers, of the clarity of memories, it was one of the things he hated about existing as a demon. His numerous climbs from The Pit were now blended into one indistinguishable journey he couldn't remember, not really, not as anything more than the smell of searing flesh and blood and mud and dead and weakly buzzing, dying flies crusting into his every orifice, the only air sulfuric and burning so that what made it past the aforementioned substances was almost unwelcome. He shouldn't have needed air, he shouldn't have had any orifices, not as a demon, but in Hell logic didn't matter, 'possible' was irrelevant, and whatever was worst was what was real. The climb was horrible (everything in Hell was horrible) but when he emerged, when he claimed a host, it was all worth it because he could sink into their memories, fill up every crevice of their minds, and slide into their perceptions: he could perceive time again, he could remember.

If he had been wise, he would reflect (when he could reflect), he would have just stayed in his first host until its death and then hopped to the next one and the next, lived out life after life. But you didn't get to be a demon by yearning merely for a normal life, meals and memories and love. He didn't remember his life as a human, years and years ago, so far into the past that most demons would have considered him old. He didn't remember his human life but he suspected, though not consciously and not often, that his crime against God had been fear. He had heard someone say once “fear is a lack of faith in God” and he had raised the hand of the host he was wearing at the time to strike without knowing why. Perhaps he really had only wanted a simple life but had been afraid he was somehow unworthy, had been foolish enough to make a deal, to take by force what he could have had freely.

Maybe that was why he sat now in this mind that was everything he'd wanted, held every quality he'd chosen the young doctor for, and thought only of leaving it. Simon Tam's mind was a paragon of order. Every sense was sharp, every mental faculty regularly exercised, and flicking through his memories held the thrill of using a state of the art computer after a tired old system that took a day to so much as boot up. He fought, of course, he argued and hurled the weight of his consciousness against Andras' control, when the demon had lured his sister into conversation on the network he had even tried to make a deal. Leave her where it's safe and I won't fight you the words had whispered up into his awareness, and when they were ignored, I can tell you things faster than you can find them in my memories, just leave her alone and then, finally, please and a picture, a memory, of a little girl knee deep in a koi pond reaching for the shining, flitting, fish.

Yet even Simon's struggling and arguing and deal making was predictable. Each step followed the last as logically as brick upon brick. Andras put him to sleep and turned his hopes on the sister whose mind was chaos but who had power, such power. If he could tame that mind, rebuild it to his purposes, no one would ever send him down below again. Even if the apocalypse failed he would never have to go back, never have to make the climb again. So he had put Simon's mind into a deep sleep and shut down the computer, walked to a chair by the window in exam room three, and sat down to wait. His associate was in the next room, waiting for the right moment to enter and claim Simon for herself after River arrived and Andras took her as a host. Then it would be time to join the fight raging outside in the downtown area, hopefully in time to see Lucifer rise and to be counted amongst the faithful those to be rewarded.

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mysisterisaship
2010-07-25 06:31 pm UTC (link)

First things first he thought as he heard the door behind him open, confident of who it would be with the clinic deserted, the humans having been taken over or disposed of long ago. He relaxed his hold on Simon's consciousness enough to wake him, to feel him throw himself frantically but completely ineffectually at the trap he was bound in.

“Hello River,” Andras said as he turned, “we've been waiting for you.”

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Ron and demon!Steph! - Fighting, bad exorcisms, and accidental fires!

weasleyisrking
2010-07-25 09:25 pm UTC (link)

For the first time since he had gotten here, Ron felt he was more at home than ever. The chaos, the bloodshed, the sheer madness of everything that was going on right outside of the complex walls; Ron couldn't pretend that every single bit of it didn't remind him of the battle he had left behind at home. It was far from a friendly reminder, but it was indeed a reminder all the same. It left Ron with that wonky feeling in his stomach. The one that made him constantly feel like he was going to hurl, though his body downright refused to let him. It was a constant, never-ending wave of sick and it was only going to get worse and worse as the insanity wore on. They were at war. Their enemies were literally pounding at their front doors and all they could do was fight back. Surely, if they refused, they would die. Ron was a funny sort of Gryffindor. He was both brave and cowardly all at once. Running from his frustrations and fears, yet turning right back around and fighting it all with everything he had because he knew that it would keep his family and friends safe. He didn't know if that genuinely counted as bravery - it wasn't like he was Harry or anything - but it certainly had been good enough for the Sorting Hat. And it was going to have to do for now with the demons attacking. He couldn't say that he'd make much of a difference out there, but Ron was going to give it all that he had. Insane or not, this battle was his to fight. He had been brought here, he had people he cared for out there, and even though the idea of running out there downright terrified him, Ron knew that it was what he had to do.

That didn't mean he had to like it.

Wand at the ready, Ron broke out into the field. Er, street, if one wanted to be all specific and technical-like. He cast a somewhat effective stunning hex at a demon in passing, then froze on the spot when he noticed Stephanie standing up ahead with that Jacen fellow. The one who had been trying to blast their doors in, that was. Was she in trouble? She certainly didn't look like she was in trouble. No, not at first. Yet when Ron forced himself closer, he noticed that there was something terribly off about her behavior.

All kinds of pain and screaming for our entertainment.

Ron forced his wand in front of him. Steph was possessed. She was possessed! And that meant that he had to save her. He, Ron Weasley, and not anyone else. Because he was the only one standing there and aware of how terribly wrong Stephanie Brown was right now.

"Bloody hell," Ron squealed, "we're screwed."

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Ron and demon!Steph! - Fighting, bad exorcisms, and accidental fires!

stephaniebrown
2010-07-26 12:41 am UTC (link)

The demon's head turned quickly when she heard a particular British accent. It wasn't one she'd heard in person before, but it was a pretty common one in Stephanie's recent memories. And there he was, standing there, clearly freaking out, in all his ginger... what was the opposite of glory?

"I'm glad someone realizes that. Seems like the rest of your little group thinks you guys have a chance." She turned then, breaking off from Mr. Lightning and Friend and moved a couple of steps closer to Ron, smirking wickedly the entire time.

"Gotta say though, I was hoping you would show up. You seem like a fun one to break. And put your wand down already," as she said that last part she rolled her eyes, then let them go back to Stephanie's normal color, even adding in a sweet smile instead of the smirk that she'd had since arriving at the complex. And why shouldn't she? The demon figured that looking like Stephanie would be the best way to get to him. "You wouldn't want to hurt your wife, would you?"

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weasleyisrking, 2010-07-27 06:33 pm UTC

Demon!Dick

onatightrope
2010-07-26 07:01 am UTC (link)

Finally! Finally it was time to play. Zypher didn't have to pretend to be a pathetic meat sack who wouldn't even kill anymore. He had about enough of Meg and her orders, and the others with their threatening. It really wasn't nice. He wanted to show them that he wasn't really as impulsively ridiculous as they all believed. That he wouldn't go back to the rack. But now they didn't matter. He got the call like the others and headed toward the complex. Dick was loud and obnoxious and every now and then his thoughts got in the way. A stray 'let go', 'stop it', or attempt to regain control made it difficult at times to move the body as freely as he'd like. And the ear piece on his ear was irritating. He supposed it could have been worse, he could have had to wear that ridiculous Kevlar and pretend to be a hero. As he walked toward the building he pulled it off his ear and crushed it under his foot. The item crackled and went offline. A twisted smirk curved into the corners of his lips.

"Come out come out wherever you are." He chimed in a soft sing song voice and waited, watching his brothers gather. He was wearing the cool, calm, and collected face of Dick Grayson. But on the inside he was screaming to get out and bring the terror. He'd forgotten how long he'd been waiting for this day but it didn't matter anymore. It was there and he was ready. He played his part and now he wanted his reward.

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