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Post by TG Barighm on Jul 1, 2022 5:44:40 GMT -5
CAMPAIGN NOTES
-This is not an official episode (obviously).
-I'm deliberately trying to avoid using many fan favourite characters. Only those I absolutely need. Sorry, no Angel romances or smart remarks from Spike. I can't write British slang anyway.
-This entirely unofficial fan fic story is set somewhere in the earlier seasons when they're still in high school.
-This is all about Buffy. None of the characters really need reference sheets.
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Post by TG Barighm on Jul 1, 2022 5:44:49 GMT -5
SUNNYDALE HIGH SCHOOL, at NightShawn stood alone before a rusted door at the back of the school. He stared at the heavy iron thing, like a door into some old torture bunker somewhere in WW2 Germany. He wondered if someone really was keeping human corpses down there. He then wondered if those old rust stains were actually blood stains. He shivered. Don't be stupid, Shawn. It's just an old iron door at the back of the school. Night had descended upon Sunnydale High School. A thick curtain of darkness had enveloped much of the grounds and brought new life to the shadows lurking in the darkest recesses of the school. The flickering lamps scattered around the rear of the grounds didn't little to fight back the darkness. Indeed, their brief flashes merely served to lead the shadows in a kind of dance that cast malicious silhouettes upon the far walls and bushes. Shawn tightened his jacket. It was a damp, cool night, the warmth of the early spring day soundly slain by a sudden cold front. It had been raining all day. An icy drop of water suddenly landed upon Shawn's neck. He shivered again and hastily fished a cigarette out of his pocket. He pressed his back against the wall. Stupid assholes. They better not leave me hanging. Shawn's gaze scanned the grounds while wafts of warm smoke caressed his face and throat. The brief comfort brought forth by the cigarette was instantly lost when Shawn spotted a figure in the distance. It was gone the moment his eyes focused on the phantom. He forgot to breath. A coughing fit followed. "Shit!" Shawn choked out between coughs. His gaze returned to the mysterious shadow in the distance. It was nowhere to be seen. "Hello?" Shawn called out. "Hey, you guys better not have brought me down here just to play a prank. I've got better things to do." The mysterious shadow stubbornly remained silent. "I'm not kidding. I'll leave!" Shawn called. He tightened his jacket again. "Ah, screw these guys." He turned towards the walkway. A figure stood in the bushes. Shawn froze. He blinked. The figure was gone. "Who's there?" Shawn called. He reached into his jacket to produce a weapon, but there was nothing there. He was unarmed. "Hey, quit fooling around. I...I have a knife!" He backed into the wall, his eyes fixed on the place the figure had stood. His was holding his breath again. He took a deep breath. Crunch. Shawn's eyes widened. From close behind him there had come the soft crunch of boots on pebbles. It was behind him. Directly behind him. Shawn balled his fists. He spun to face the mysterious figure hunting him. Shawn froze again. A dark, hooded figure stood before him. And then firm hands grabbed him from behind. Shawn yelped in fear. "Boo!" yelled the owner of the hands. "You assholes! You frickin' assholes!" Shawn threw the hands off his shoulders. He then made use of the balled fist. He punched the hooded figure in the shoulder. The hooded figure recoiled from the punch. It rubbed the shoulder gingerly. "Ow!" The figure withdrew the black hoodie to reveal the grinning face of a teenaged boy. "For a pussy you hit hard." "Oh, yeah?" Shawn grabbed the formerly hooded boy and punched him again. "Ow! Quit it! It's not my fault you're afraid of the dark." The hands that attacked from behind slapped Shawn's back. "We couldn't pass that up, man. You looked totally psyched." The hands belonged to another young man, this one wearing a bright red hooded sweater. It had seen better days. The Sunnydale logo had faded into little more than a few letters on a vaguely yellowish-red backdrop. "Give me a break. You know how this place gets at night," Shawn muttered. The hooded-boy laughed. "Oh, come on! Don't tell me you believe all that shit about vampires." "You haven't lived here these last few years." Shawn sighed. "Fine. Whatever. Let's just get on with this. Why are we here?" "For that," said red sweater'd boy, "I present...this!" He motioned towards the rusted door. The hooded boy nodded. "Wow. A door. Maybe I can bang your head into it." "It's the old service entrance," Shawn explained. "So the hell what?" "I'll show you 'what'." Red-sweater suddenly banged the upper corner of the door. He then pulled the handle, and kicked at the lower corner. The door popped open. He grinned victoriously. "You figured out how to open a door. That extra tutoring was worth it," hooded boy quipped. Red-sweater rolled his eyes. "A sealed door. This thing is so rusted you can't even turn the knob, but the other day I banged into it and it popped right open. You hit it just right..." He pushed on the door. It swung open. Shawn stared at the opened door for a moment. He slowly shook his head. "So you got the service entrance open. Why is that worth hanging around the school after dark and missing my date with Roseanna?" "I'll show you," red-sweater replied. He ducked his head through the door and disappeared into the darkness. Hooded boy wrinkled his nose. "Ugh, it stinks! We're not going to get tetanus down here, are we?" "Come on! I promise it's worth it." Shawn watched his hooded friend shrug and follow after the other boy into the old tunnel. This is stupid. This is so stupid. Why are we doing this? It's the first frickin' weekend of Spring Break and we're back at the school playing in old tunnels. "Guys, stop it. This is idiotic," Shawn called after the other two. No response. He waited for another moment before following after them. The loud clang-clang of Shawn's feet hitting the metallic steps rung out around him. Completely shrouded in darkness, Shawn reached out for something to grip, but all he found was the rough, slimy walls of the tunnel. He quickly withdrew his hands and sniffed them. Crap! Shawn slowly continued down the stairs, wary of missing a step. "Don't tell me you guys didn't bring a flashlight." "Come on, you pussy!" was the reply. "You call me that one more time...!" Shawn answered. He growled. "When you break your necks, don't expect any help from me." He hastened after the two. His feet now found hard concrete and his hands occasionally touched cool steel. Pipes? A railing? Shawn couldn't tell. The darkness never wavered. "If this isn't awesome, I swear..." Shawn called. He was getting angry, but more importantly, he had nothing else to go by but the sound of the others' voices. He couldn't even see the entrance anymore. He was alone in utter darkness. A loud clunk suddenly broke the darkness. Shawn froze in his tracks. He quickly backpedaled but hit something large and soft. He reached around behind him. It had a slimy feel. A strange red glow lit up the tunnel. Shawn gasped. "What?" red-sweater'd boy said, but in the red light, he had an odd misshapen look. Shawn blinked. "Nothing. Nothing at all." He rubbed his fingers together. The boy in the red sweater noticed the rubbing. "Yeah, it's kind of gross down here, but don't worry. It's just around the corner. Try not to hit the light switch." He disappeared around a corner. Shawn stared at the weird red light bulb nestled into the ceiling. It was held in place by a rusty wire. A brownish stain covered much of the bulb's underside. The light flickered. Shawn shook is head. "I swear, if this isn't the coolest thing ever, I'm going to pound you. I'm going to pound you both." "Right in the rear, right?" "Oh, screw you," Shawn shot back. There was a laugh. "That's what I said!" "Shut it, you two. We're here." A light flicked on. Shawn now stood in a room nestled among some concrete pillars and pipes. A couch draped in an old blanket sat in the center of the room, and a pair of chairs flanked it. Numerous books and magazines littered the couch, and an ancient looking TV sat in the corner of the space. A pile of cigarette boxes sat on one chair, and a box of tools was tucked into an elbow of the pipes. "Voila!" sweater'd boy exclaimed. "Awesome! Look at all of these cigarettes," hooded boy said. He reached for one of the magazines. Scantily clad women adorned the cover. He grinned stupidly. "Not bad for a 50 year old." "This is it?" Shawn asked. "This is what you brought us down here to see?" "Don't you get it?" sweater gestured to the space. "We can totally hide down here during school and nobody would find us. It's completely private. And look!" He tapped on a pipe. "You can totally hear the teachers talking in some of the rooms. And some of the girls, too." "We can watch TV and talk girls in my room. We don't have to hide down here," Shawn replied. "Much more sanitary, too." "But I bet you don't have this in your room," hooded boy said as he produced a strange implement from the tool box. "I don't know what it is, but it looks cool." Shawn slowly shook his head. "I don't know what you see here, but I think it sucks. And it stinks. I'm heading back to the cafe. Roseanna might still be there." Shawn turned to leave. The light went out. Shawn spun around angrily. "Will you two stop messing with me!" "We're not! The light just went out. Just give me a second..." Another loud clunking sound reverberated through the space. "What the hell is that?" "It's just the pipes. They get like that sometimes." "You know what? I'm starting to agree with Shawn. Let's ditch this place." "I'm telling you it's no big deal. It's normally quiet, and whoever built this place managed to hook up the really good channels on the TV. Okay, I think I..." The light returned to the space. Sweater grinned. "Got it! Now let me show you those channels I mentioned. Hey, where's Shawn?" Hooded boy stood alone by the tool box. He looked around. "I don't know. I thought he was standing with you." Red-sweater chuckled. "Yeah, okay. He's getting revenge on us." Hood shook his head. "No, I think he just left. And I think that I will, too." He tossed the strange tool over his shoulder. It hit the ground with a clang. "Hey, that red light went out, too." "This isn't funny, Shawn. Without that other light it's easy to get lost down here. Shawn?" Red sweater looked around. "Shawn? He's gotta be nearby. The light was only out for a minute. The pipes clunked again. A loud rumbling filled the space. "This is getting freaky," hooded boy said. "I'm leaving." He took a couple steps. And slipped. The hooded boy landed on his rear. "The hell is that?" He checked his hand. It was slick. It was slimy. And it was brown. Hooded boy crinkled his nose. "Oh, crap...I think someone shit themselves." "All right! Bad idea. We'll go," red sweater said. "But I'm telling you, give me a few days to fix up the place and..." He froze mid-tep. His eyes widened. Hooded boy responded with a puzzled look. "What?" His head slowly turned to follow sweater's gaze. His eyes widened. He scrambled to his feet. "What the...?" "No! Stop! What the hell...? Ah!" Red sweater was yanked off his feet. He dropped to the ground. He rolled onto his side and reached for the hooded boy. "It has me!" He shouted, and with a scream, was dragged into the darkness. The hooded boy backpedaled. He hit the couch. He dropped onto his rear. Naughty magazines slipped onto the floor. A shadow fell across the hooded boy. His face writhed in panic. He screamed. Something brown splashed the boy, covering him in a thick slimy liquid. Before he could respond, he was yanked off the coach and dragged away. His screams echoed throughout the tunnel.
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Post by TG Barighm on Jul 1, 2022 5:55:06 GMT -5
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Post by TG Barighm on Jul 1, 2022 21:03:30 GMT -5
SUNNYDALE HIGH SCHOOL, LIBRARY
"Silo felas, silo faeralis, sayo silo meralis," Giles read aloud. A book was nestled in the crook of his elbow and he read slowly from it as he descended the library stairs. "Silo fayo oralis," the British scholar continued, each step seemingly conjuring another exotic phrase from the ancient tome. He transferred the book to his hand. "Silo forgia ominus." He snapped the book shut. "Now, can any of you tell me what those phrases mean?" Xander yawned. He leaned back as far as possible into the library chair at the table often used as the team's strategy table. He stretched. "Look, Giles," Xander began, "I have great respect for the British. They gave us the Beetles, Queen..." Xander trailed off. His gaze drifted upwards. "The royal hierarchy," Willow interrupted. The team's resident computer expert and red head sat across from Xander at the table. A pile of open books lay before her, and a steaming mug of coffee rested next to her hand. Xander snapped his finger and pointed at Willow. "Yes, thank you!" "Shakespeare, organized education for the masses," Willow continued. "Yes, thank you, Willow. That's enough." Giles crossed his arms. "No, Willow. Please, allow Xander to tell me more about my country's history. I would very much like to hear it." Xander chuckled nervously. "My point, if you had let me to make it, is that they must not know how to take a break over there in merry old England. See, here, in the states, when we take a break, it doesn't mean coming to school at 8am in the morning during spring break," Xander put added emphasis on "break", "to learn some ancient mumbo jumbo nobody speaks anymore." "the telephone, the English language," Willow added. "Evil doesn't take a break, I'm sorry to say," Giles replied. "Yeah, but we normal people do." Giles tossed the book onto the table. "I see. Strictly speaking, it is not the 'normal' people to which I refer. Evil doesn't take breaks, so therefore the slayer doesn't take a break. Isn't that right, Buffy?" The vampire slaying blonde stirred from her spot at the end of the table. She groggily pulled her face out of the pages of the book that she had been using as a pillow. A bookmark remained stuck to her cheek. "Isn't that right, Buffy?" Giles repeated, an expectant look on his face.
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Post by samus on Jul 3, 2022 8:26:19 GMT -5
Buffy says, "Oh come on Giles, even a Slayer needs a break sometimes. Besides, Sunnydale's been pretty quiet lately," and she puts her head back down on the book
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Post by TG Barighm on Jul 3, 2022 16:44:37 GMT -5
"Famous last words," Xander muttered.
"I'm afraid that I must agree with Xander," Giles said.
Xander threw up his hands in triumph, but after a second of thought his hands dropped. "Hey!"
"We must remain ever vigilant in the war on evil. One never knows when the forces of darkness will strike." Giles reached for a rolled up newspaper sitting nearby. He transferred it to the table where it unrolled. The school's librarian pointed at it.
Xander glanced at the article. "Bat boy spotted in the forest. Didn't we kick his butt last year?"
Giles shook. "No, not that...this! Here, look!"
"Ooh! A sale on jackets at the mall," Willow said.
Giles snapped up the paper, folded it, and then presented the paper again, this time with the desired article held at the forefront.
The trio of teens squinted at the tiny box in the corner.
"Teen troublemakers caught spreading mischief in high school basement," Xander read aloud.
"It happened last night," Giles explained. "Some local boys found their way into the old service entrance. It is there that they encountered what I believe to be a foul presence."
Xander chuckled.
"That is not what I meant," Giles continued. He adjusted his glasses before holding the paper up to his face. "Police state the boys were rough housing when they struck a drainage pipe. The pipe burst and sprayed them with dirty water which caused the boys to panic and flee. School security apprehended the boys and then notified police. Quoted one of the boys 'It tried to take all of us'."
Xander shrugged. "So a couple ding dongs messed around in the basement. What does that have to do with us?"
"It tried to take all of us," Giles repeated. "Both boys were apprehended by police, and yet one of the young fellows insisted on using verbiage to imply that the two boys did not represent 'all' of them."
Giles allowed this revelation to hang in the air for a moment before continuing.
"I do believe there is another boy still lost in those tunnels," Giles finished.
Willow adopted her pouty look. "Please don't tell me we're going to spend our spring break searching smelly old tunnels."
"No, Willow. You will not." Giles pulled out a walkie-talkie from his jacket. "That burden falls upon the rest of us because we need you to guide us through the tunnels."
Willow grinned triumphantly. Xander and Buffy groaned.
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Post by TG Barighm on Jul 3, 2022 17:31:40 GMT -5
SUNNDYDALE BASEMENT, OLD MAINTENANCE TUNNELSThe murky depths of the school maintenance tunnels were just as oppressive as a night in the graveyard. Perhaps moreso to the slayer: dark, dank, stinky and a wee bit mouldy, the tight walls of the basement were far more restrictive than the open space of the cemetery. There were far more spaces for vampires to hide, too, and it was a great deal darker. The few rays of sunlight that managed to penetrate the gloom were little more than a brief reprieve from the darkness, and the tiny flashlights provided by Giles were weak weapons against the flood of night. "Willow," Gile's voice cut through the gloom, "We seem to traveled far beyond the point at which the boys must have ventured. I would hazard the guess we're about to leave school grounds. Are you sure we're going the right way?" Back in the library, a faded document had been unrolled and spread across the table. The other half of the walkie-talkie pair now held a corner of the blue print down. Willow, coffee in the other hand, studiously examined the plans laid out before her. She pushed the button on the radio. "I'm sorry! This is really hard to read. It's all faded and worn and stuff." Giles sighed. "Just focus on leading us to those points I marked." "Okay! Focusing...now," Willow replied. A girlish scream suddenly rang out. "Ah! Dead rat," Xander cried out. He instinctively reached for Buffy. A beam of light revealed the offending object. "No, that's just an old bag." "Ah! A dead rat!" Xander cried out again. "Ah! A real dead rat!" Giles groaned. He grabbed the radio again. "We have already passed that dead rat. Confound it, where are we Willow?" "Oh! I see what's wrong. I've been reading the blueprints upside down. Oops," Willow replied. Giles rubbed his forehead in frustration. "Willow, I specifically laid out those blueprints in the exact orientation necessary to read them correctly." "Oh, I know. That's what I'm talking about. You had them upside down," Willow replied. Giles stood rigid for a long moment before replying. "Yes, well, that is neither here nor there. Tell us where we need to go." "Can you find your way back to the beginning? It will be much easier if we start over," Willow replied. "Start over?" Xander cried out incredulously. After another period of bumbling around in the tunnels, the team eventually found their way back to the entrance. They then re-orientated and returned to exploring the basement at the proper heading. "Ah! Dead rat!" Giles' light fell upon a red bulb contained within a wire mesh. The beam then drifted down where it revealed a foot print in the dust. "I think we're coming upon the place where the boys encountered trouble." "I think you're right," Willow said. "There are a series of rooms just beyond that point. Ooh! One of them is beneath the girls' bathroom. I think I know why the boys were down there." "Ew," Buffy muttered. "Boys will be boys," Giles added. They continued into the gloom. More foot prints appeared in the dust and grew in number. The beams from the flash light swung around. One beam fell upon a shoe. A shoe attached to a leg. "Ah! Dead rat!" Xander yelled again. "No, I think not. Willow, I think we've discovered the missing boy," Giles said. "You're in a spoke room connecting the other tunnels to the rest," Willow explained. "It's like a hub for the piping network." But Buffy wasn't satisfied. She focused her beam on the foot and followed it up the leg. The beam revealed a waist and then an opened shirt. The beam slowed as it reached a pale neck. It rose further...a face, bleached by death. A young man's face, his eyes staring lifelessly at the ceiling. He lay upon a moldy old couch, a pile of magazines at his side. "Xander, now you can scream," Giles said. Xander shrugged. "Nah, I see dead guys all the time." A hand suddenly reached up to swat away the beam. The body stirred. Giles and Xander jumped. "Hey, would you cut that out?" the formerly lifeless corpse said. He reached up to cover his eyes. "Not cool, man, blinding a bro like that." A charred joint rolled out of his other hand. Giles raised the radio to his mouth. "It would appear we have discovered the source of our little problem. An inebriated vampire." "Wait a minute." Xander focused his light on the dead stoner lounging on the couch. "Tony? Didn't you die from an overdose in 9th grade?" "Nah, man! That was just Friday night," the vampire identified as Tony said. He rose to his feet unsteadily. "I died when some maniac dragged me into the forest and chomped my neck. But it's not all that bad. Look! Pointy teeth!" "And you chose to live out the rest of your unlife underneath the school?" Xander asked. Tony shrugged. "Better than being fried by the sun." "Is that Tony?" Willow asked over the radio. "Hi, Tony!" Tony waved. "Hi, Willow! How's your mom?" Giles rolled his eyes and released the "send" button on the radio. "Enough with these frivolities. He's not your friend, but a monster and a murderer. Get on with it." "Now, wait, if you're talking about that kid, I had nothing to do with that," Tony said. Xander shook his head. "Yeah, sure, Tony. You were a two-timing hoodlum when you were alive, I doubt anything has changed now that you're dead." "I didn't think he was so bad. His mom baked the best lemon squares," Willow said. Giles frowned at the radio in his hand. He poked it a few times until the "send" button snapped into place. "I'm inclined to believe Xander. We will do what must be done before the inspection crew arrives. Buffy, do your duty." Tony raised his hands defensively. "Oh, come on! You have to believe me. I didn't kill that kid. Buffy, is it? You believe me, right?
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Post by samus on Jul 3, 2022 20:00:22 GMT -5
Buffy says, “Well Tony, I’m still deciding........ but it seems you may know more than you’ve told us so far.” Buffy pulls out a wooden stake and points it at Tony’s chest in a threatening way, and says, “Tell us everything you know.”
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Post by TG Barighm on Jul 4, 2022 2:26:18 GMT -5
"I know that I didn't kill that kid," Tony replied. "As for anything else I know...well, I didn't kill that kid."
Giles pulled his stake from his belt. "He's lying, Buffy. You know what to do. I'll flank him from the left."
Xander grabbed a wrench from a forgotten toolbox. "And I'll wave this threateningly."
Tony rubbed his hands eagerly. "Yes! Some real action! The harmless stoner bit works but sometimes you just got to get the blood pumping, you know? And I'm looking forward to pumping your blood." Tony's face suddenly got a whole lot uglier, and his fangs a whole lot longer. "Come on, little girl! Let's see what you've got. And you, too, blondie."
Xander crossed his arms. "Hey, I'll have you know, I've killed plenty of vamps in my time. Well, a couple. Okay, this one time..."
"Buffy," Giles interrupted, "in case he is not lying, try not to slay him too quickly, yes?"
Tony the vampire roars, then charges!
COMBAT
A vampire is charging Buffy! But a boy is missing and possibly still alive. You could slay the vampire, but then, what if the vampire knows more? What does Buffy do?
EXAMPLE OF COMBAT ACTIONS:
Giles, looking to divide the vampire's attention and thus split its focus, takes a few steps to the vampire's side before lunging at it with his stake. But striking an uninjured vampire from the front can be difficult, and Giles is just a man, so the vampire has no trouble grabbing the stake mid-stab. Tony then pushes the stake back into Gile's face, bruising the librarian's cheek and throwing him backwards and into an old television set. Giles trips over the television and falls over it.
Some combat advice: As a rule of thumb, the more precise your actions, the more successful they will likely be. "I attack the vampire" is certainly well and good, sure, but "I trip the vampire by kicking him the legs" or "I blind the vampire by punching him in the eyes" can be even more effective. Not only would you do damage, but you might also cripple your target! This is especially useful when you DON'T want to kill your target, but just keep it under control.
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Post by samus on Jul 4, 2022 13:51:39 GMT -5
Buffy gets closer to the vampire and does a “low on the ground roundhouse” that trips the vampire backwards. Then she jumps on is chest and starts pounding his face in an attempt to stun him.
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Post by TG Barighm on Jul 4, 2022 18:08:54 GMT -5
I like the passion, lol.
Buffy steps threateningly closer to the vampire. The vampire lunges for her expecting an easy kill, so it is surprised when she drops and performs a leg sweep. Tony is easily tripped and he falls forwards onto her-she could score a kill here-but she instead grabs him and performs a rolling pin, rolling onto her back and over Tony and ending with him pinned to the ground.
At this point Tony the vampire tries to struggle free, but Buffy responds with a punch to the face. She follows it up with more punches to the face until Tony is soundly subdued.
(Wow, you called that perfectly. Just to show how your actions have consequences, this could have gone very differently. If Buffy had not quickly subdued the vampire, it would have ran away and the team would have had to hunt the vampire down in the tunnels)
"Okay, okay! I give up! Just...stop hitting me!" Tony cried out, his hands raised defensively. "I'll tell you whatever you want if you promise not to kill me."
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Post by samus on Jul 5, 2022 8:13:40 GMT -5
“You know I’m the Slayer, right Tony?” says Buffy, “It’s my job to hunt down and kill vampires just like you every day. And I’m very good at my job……………If you tell me everything you know I will let you live, but from now on you’re going to get your blood from Bob the butcher on Main Street – no more killing people. Deal?” Buffy tightens her grip on Tony’s collar, her gaze intensifying, then she continues, “and don’t think I won’t follow up with Bob every week about you.”
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Post by TG Barighm on Jul 5, 2022 12:22:16 GMT -5
"Slayer? What's a slayer?" Tony asked.
"Didn't they teach you anything at vamp camp?" Xander asked.
Tony gestured to himself. "Stoner. Didn't exactly make education my utmost priority."
Buffy punched Tony again.
"Okay, okay! I hear you! Bob. Sounds like a nice guy," Tony said waving his hands defensively. "Does he give discounts for midnight deliveries?"
Xander leaned close to the vamp next to Buffy. "Hey, wise guy! Shut up and..." he paused, "start talking."
Tony stared.
Xander snapped his fingers. "Andale!"
"Okay! I didn't kill the kid. Honest! He was down here with some other guys and then he disappeared."
"Yeah, because you made him disappear, didn't you?" Xander said.
The vamp shook his head. "No, honest! I'd be an idiot to kill those guys. They're the ones who keep bringing the good stuff down here. Weed, candy, magazines, movies...everything a dead guy could ever want. I do my, uh, business elsewhere."
Giles sidled up next to Buffy. "And where is the boy, now?"
Tony shrugged. "I don't know. Still down here as far as I can tell. Things have gotten pretty weird around here lately, so I haven't been around this part of the basement as much."
"And why is that?" Xander asked.
"Gotten kind of smelly. Think a sewer pipe has busted. Gets very noisy at night."
"Thus the maintenance crew arriving later," Giles said. He slowly stepped away. "It would appear we still have a job to do. If nothing else, we should be certain the poor boy isn't about to rise again as a vampire."
"And help return his body to his family, right?" Xander asked.
Giles nodded. "Oh, yes. Of course."
"Does this mean I can go, now?" Tony asked.
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Post by samus on Jul 5, 2022 14:36:25 GMT -5
Buffy looks up at Giles and says, “I think that’s everything we’re going to get.” She lets go of the vampire, stands up, and takes a few steps backwards. “Don’t forget, I’ll be keeping tabs on you, Tony,” she reminds him sternly.
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Post by TG Barighm on Jul 5, 2022 20:22:38 GMT -5
(Nice posting rate. Keep it up!)
Tony scrambled to his feet. "Yes, sure! Absolutely. Bob the butcher. I'll take it to heart and buy blood from him." Tony slowly made his way towards the exit, his back to the tunnel. "Yeah, just like you said...but I'd rather rip his heart blood from his neck. Later, sucker!" Tony spun around and turned to run, but Giles was there, stake in hand. The point of the stake ripped through the vampire's back.
"I should have stayed in my mom's basement," Tony muttered as he disintegrated into motes of ash.
The vampire vanquished, Giles wiped the blood and ash from his stake. He slowly walked towards to Buffy. "Vampires are soulless murderers. The slayer shall give them no quarter," he stated in his lecturing voice. He reached for the radio. "Willow, we have dealt with the vampire. We're returning to our search for the boy. You mentioned the pipes earlier. Is there a sewage pipe near our location?"
"Yes!" Willow replied from the library. "If you're where I think you are, it should be northeast from your location." She tilted her head a bit. She squinted at the blueprints laid out before her. "Um...that should be to your left. No, your right. No, to the left. Definitely to the left. I think?"
"Yes, thank you, Willow." Giles returned the radio to his pocket. "Stay on your guard. The vampire may have been vanquished, but we're still uncertain of the boy's fate." He pointed. "I'll go this way. Buffy, you go that way. Xander, search that area over there. You're looking for a thick, concrete pipe, or perhaps a copper pipe. If it is damaged, you need only follow the smell."
"And make the same mistake made in every horror movie? No thanks," Xander said. "If it is all the same to you, Giles, I'll stick with Buffy."
The librarian rolled his eyes. "Suit yourself." And with that, Giles set off into the direction he indicated.
Xander slapped his hands and rubbed them anxiously. "Great. Ready to dive into the darkness and be skinned alive by the horrors within?"
Buffy rolled her eyes. She advanced in the direction suggested that she search.
"You're right. We did that last Friday. Today feels more like a sliced to ribbons sort of day," Xander concluded.
I won't bore you with the details of the search, not right now anyway, but suffice it to say it took some time for Buffy and Xander to properly sweep their section of the basement. Eventually a sickly sweet smell tickled their noses.
"Ugh." Xander pinched his nose. "Warn a guy before you cut one loose like that, Buffy."
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Post by samus on Jul 6, 2022 8:43:20 GMT -5
“Heeeyyy! It wasn’t me!” Buffy says, then she sniffs the air and scrunches up her nose. “Pyew,” she says and shakes her head in response to the awful smell. “I think we might be getting closer to a sewage pipe,” she continued, “Let’s keep going this way.”
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Post by TG Barighm on Jul 6, 2022 14:47:47 GMT -5
(Enjoying the game so far?)
Buffy and Xander continued advancing. They did not have to go much further to find the source of the smell: not a pipe, but a puddle on the ground.
"Yep, that's sewage all right," Xander said through pinched nose. "Looks like the maintenance guys have their work cut out for them."
Buffy wasn't immediately convinced. It certainly smelled like sewage, but it didn't look right. For one thing, there didn't appear to be a source. The puddle was just there on the ground. For another, it had a pinkish, rainbowy hue like gasoline in water.
But Buffy didn't get a chance to think about it.
"Uwah!"
Xander pointed his flash light into the gloom. "What was that?"
Buffy followed his light's beam for the source of the groan. She saw nothing.
"Giles? Is that you?" Xander called out.
"Is that me what?" the distant voice of the librarian answered.
Xander turned around. "Voices really carry down here, so I guess what we heard is far away." He turned back to Buffy.
A creature of unfathomable horror stood behind him!
"UWAHHHHH!" It groaned threateningly.
Xander and Buffy jumped back from the creature. It had two legs and arms like a humanoid, but above the waist it was nothing more than a mass of pink, bubble-like globules. And it stunk. Oh, how it stunk.
"Ah!" Xander cried out. This left his nose free. His face immediately wrinkled up. "Ugh! Ah! Ugh, I can't not smell it."
The creature reached for Xander and slowly shambled towards them. Xander quickly backpedaled.
"Uh, Buffy? Do your thing. Please! I don't want it to touch me. Or hurt me, but definitely not touch me. AH! THIS IS A CLEAN SHIRT!"
COMBAT IN THE 33 RULES: There are no guarantees in combat. Many factors come into play determining whether or not a blow will land, so you must strategically consider your options and not engage recklessly. To determine failure, I roll a 3 sided dice (or a 6 sided one and I just half the result). A result of "1" is a failure, a result of "3" is a success. A roll of "2" is where things get complicated. It can be a success or failure depending on all sorts of factors. You don't have to worry about these rules right now. I'm just explaining this because I'm going to start demonstrating how they work.
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Post by samus on Jul 6, 2022 16:52:40 GMT -5
Yes, I'm enjoying myself! - This is pretty fun, and also easy to sneak into my work day...hehehe..........it's also really nice to be reading a new "Buffy-based" story again after the series ended so long ago
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"Thank God I didn't wear a skirt and sandals," Buffy says, just before approaching the creature and performing a roundhouse aimed at the mass of globules located where the head should be.
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Post by TG Barighm on Jul 6, 2022 21:45:13 GMT -5
Buffy walked right up to the bubbly creature and performed a roundhouse kick to its head. The creatures seems to make no effort at defending itself allowing the slayer all the time in the world to land the blow.
THE ROLLS:
-Buffy kicks the creature in the head: She rolls a 3! Success!
The creature stumbles to the side, clearly fighting to maintain its balance. The force of the blow pops numerous globules, splashing Buffy and much of the surrounding area.
Some of the pink stinky stuff lands on Xander's arm.
"AHHH!" Xander lets out a high pitched scream as he desperately tries to wipe the gook off his arm. He immediately regrets his decision when he gets a whiff of his hand.
The creature turns to face Buffy. At least, she thinks it turns to face her. A faceless mass of pink goo isn't very identifiable, but it is moving towards her. Looks like one hit isn't enough.
Some kind of logo can be seen through the mass of goo around the chest.
"Woah, hang on! Is that Shawn?" Xander said. "Wait, should we really be kicking his ass?"
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Post by samus on Jul 7, 2022 8:52:27 GMT -5
“Do you really think that’s Shawn?” Buffy says to Xander. As the creature approaches her she keeps taking backward steps in order to maintain distance, while saying, “Shawn, Shawn, is that you? Shawn, are you in there? Give us a sign if it’s you.”
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Post by TG Barighm on Jul 7, 2022 11:31:33 GMT -5
(Btw, if you ever get tired of the "tutorial" and just want to pull the kid gloves off, let me know)
"Uwaahahh!" the creature responded.
"What? Is that...is he trying to say something?" Xander asked. "Groan once for 'yes' and...look, if you don't say anything, Buffy will have to kick your ass."
"Uwah! Waaah! Uwawah!" the creature wailed wildly.
"I'll take that as a 'yes'," Xander said. "Buffy, uh, take him down. Without taking him down. Or hurting him. I guess. Assuming that really is Shawn. Um...hey, Giles! We could use your help here."
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Post by samus on Jul 7, 2022 14:51:50 GMT -5
“Ummm….Shawn, if that’s you, I’m so sorry about this…….” says Buffy just before doing a leg sweep that trips the creature onto it’s bubbly back. Buffy then runs over, turns the creature onto it’s “stomach,” firmly puts her knee on it’s back and folds both of it’s arms behind it’s back and holds them there. “Did anyone bring any rope?” Buffy calls out.
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Post by samus on Jul 7, 2022 15:06:26 GMT -5
(No, I don't mind that you're giving me a tutorial.......I need it......)
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Post by TG Barighm on Jul 7, 2022 18:03:23 GMT -5
(Loving the detailed combat actions)
Buffy drops and sweeps Shawn-blob's legs. The stinky pink bubble boy falls onto his back. Numerous globules burst when he does, splashing more stink fluid everywhere.
THE ROLLS: Buffy attempts to sweep Shawn's leg. I roll a "2". Is it a success or failure? Well, Buffy is super strong, that's a +1, and she is well trained in combat. There is another +1 (I call them "bonus factors"). The creature is making no effort to defend itself. That's a -1 (a "negative factor") . The bonuses more than outweigh the negatives. It's a success on 2!
With bubble boy on the ground, Buffy attempts to roll him onto his back and pin him.
THE ROLLS: Buffy attempts to grapple/wrestle Shawn into submission. I roll a "2". Once again, we compare Buffy's super strength and training versus Shawn's lesser strength. That is two bonus factors to no negative factors. It's a success on 2!
Buffy crossed Shawn's bubbly arms together and used her knee to pin both against the creature's back. As she does, she can't help popping more of the pinky globby things. With every pop, more of the nauseating substance splashed onto her. Fresh from the farm is even stinkier. Buffy has to fight back the urge to vomit.
THE ROLLS: Yep! Being sickened is a thing, like being poisoned, blinded, stunned, petrified, charmed, hypnotized, etc. I roll a "2". Buffy is pretty tough, so that's 1 bonus factor. That's enough, so it's a success on 2.
Buffy just barely managed to fight back her breakfast. Good thing too, because the creature took that moment to fight back against her (if Buffy had lost it, she would effectively be stunned). She pushed her knee harder into bubble boy's back ensuring he continued to kiss damp concrete.
"Rope! No, I left it with my spelunking kit," Xander sassed. He looked around for a moment before looking down at his pants. He pulled off his belt, then handed it to Buffy. His pants immediately dropped. "Of course this is the day I wear my Bugs Bunny underpants."
Buffy used the belt to bind bubble boy's arms.
"Okay, you got him! But how do we get Shawn out of...of..." he gestured to the pinkish bubbly mass. "That!"
**Note it can be reasoned that a success on 2 is "just enough" to succeed and won't be nearly successful as an outright success on 3. This is purely a game master thing as some might decide a partial success shouldn't be as good as a "true" success. This kind of decision can make a game more exciting like a person who jumps across a crevasse and scores a 3 lands on their feet and keeps running, but the person who rolls a 2 makes the jump, but loses their balance and is now precariously gripping a ledge.
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Post by samus on Jul 7, 2022 19:50:16 GMT -5
Buffy is still giggling from when Xander’s pants fell, but now she clears her throat and looks serious again. “Well,” she replies, “I have no idea at the moment. Unless Giles knows what to do.............Or if he doesn’t maybe Willow can do some research at the library and find something for us?” Then Buffy takes a deep breath and calls out, “Giiiiiles, we could really use your help over here.”
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Post by TG Barighm on Jul 7, 2022 22:49:06 GMT -5
Xander snapped his fingers when Buffy giggled.
"Focus, Buff! Bugs was funny when we were kids," Xander said.
That is when Giles arrived: Xander stood over a foul creature of bubblish monstrosity with his pants around his ankles while Buffy perched on the creature's back. Bugs Bunny grinned happily from the seat of Xander's underpants.
Giles raised a curious eyebrow. "What's up, doc?"
"Ha, ha, ha. Real fun..." Xander gagged. "Ugh! Don't make me breath. Just tell us how to help Shawn here so we can return to the land of clean air."
Giles coughed. He did his best to maintain his composure while covering his nose. "Unfortunately, I don't know how to help...Shawn. I've never seen anything like it." He pulled out the radio. "Wil...oof...Willow, will you please reference my collection for anything about a rather...repugnant creature looking similar to a bubbly mass of cotton candy."
"What do we do with him in the meantime?" Xander asked.
Giles looked down at poor Shawn.
Buffy fought off another urge to gag.
Giles slowly shook his head. "Well..."
Xander's eyes widened. "Oh, no..."
Buffy cried inside. They couldn't leave Shawn here to wander.
* * *
SUNNYDALE HIGH SCHOOL, LIBRARY
"Uwahaa!" Shawn moaned. He slammed against the bars of the library's secure cell (I'm not really sure why a library had a cell). With every slam a splash of disgusting pink goo splattered everywhere.
Giles and Xander stood quietly nearby watching Shawn struggle against the bars. As they watched, Giles produced a bottle of hand sanitizer and squirted a glob into his hands. He then handed the bottle to Xander whom did the same.
"I think I'll go use the school's showers," Xander said as he began making his way to the doors.
"I have plenty of sanitizer," Giles said.
"No, you don't," Xander said.
Poor Buffy sat in a rolling chair across from the cell, ready to intercede if Shawn managed to break out, but she had already rolled as far away from the cell as possible. As Xander passed her, Buffy held out the belt for his pants. Xander didn't look as he walked by. "Keep it." He left the library.
"Will..." Giles eye's watered. He took a deep breath through his mouth before continuing. "Willow, have you found anything?"
"Not munsch," Willow replied from her pile of books at the top of the stairs to the stacks, the farthest point in the library from the cell. A clip squished her nose and made her voice all nasally. "I schecked Causchian shtink demonsh, then everything elsh there wash on filth demons. They jusht don't come pink and bubbly." She shrugged. "Maybe he had shome bad luck with a demonic hairsh shampoosh?"
"I highly doubt this problem can be attributed to tainted cosmetic products," Giles said.
As if summoned by a relevant topic, the doors of the library opened and in walked the school's most well known fashionista and narcissist.
"Xander said you needed all the perfume and cologne I could find," Cordelia, ever stylish with her fur coat and boots and ruffled blouse, said. "And it's about time! I have everything you could ever need, for mornings to nights and every event in..." Cordelia, as if stopped by an invisible wall, came to a halt. The bag in her hand dropped to the ground. She grabbed her nose.
"Ugh! What is...ack! I can't even...open my mouth." She looked around the room for the source of the smell. She saw Shawn struggling in his cage and bits of stinky gunk spewed across the floor. Everyone else stood with their noses covered. All of the windows that could be opened were open.
Buffy opened her mouth to say something, but Corderlia rounded on her with a pointed finger.
"No!" Cordelia said curtly. "No! Whatever this is, whatever is going on...ugh," she slowly backed towards the door. "I don't...just, no! Ah! It's on my boots! Don't touch my jacket!" And with that, Corderlia stormed out of the library, the doors slamming shut behind her.
"Thank you," Giles called out after her. "I think it is safe to say Cordelia will not be joining us."
Willow shrugged. "That'sh okay. I forgot to put on deodorant today, anyway. Now I have plenty!"
"Well, if anyone else has any ideas, now would be the time to share them," Giles said.
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Post by samus on Jul 8, 2022 9:07:15 GMT -5
“Well,” says Buffy as she pinches her nose, “The only thing I can think of is to try giving him a hot shower………….and if that doesn’t work, I guess I will have to go back into the tunnels and look around for anything that might explain how Shawn ended up this way. But someone, or more than one of you, will also need to stay here and guard him if I go.........”
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Post by TG Barighm on Jul 8, 2022 22:58:35 GMT -5
(Affected by the great Rogers blackout; no internet all day long. Connection still spotty)
Meanwhile...
Xander worked his way through the quiet halls of the high school. The boys' locker room was on the other side of the school and the door was unlikely to be locked with so many football practices lined up this week. And even if it was, Xander knew a little trick to get around the door. Something he learned from his brief foray on the swimming team.
"Mr. Harris," a familiar voice said from behind Xander. A voice that made the hairs on the back of his neck stiffen as well as any vampire ever did. "Would you mind telling me what you're doing here at this hour...and what happened to your pants? Are you up to some stunt?"
"Principal Snyder!" Xander exclaimed brightly. He spun to face the principal. Although short, bald, and a little funny looking, the principal of Sunnydale High just had a way with words that could make you wish you were safely at home stuffing your face with comfort food. "How are you this morning, sir?"
"Annoyed. Because you are here during spring break, well outside school hours. Which means you're up to something. No doubt with that trouble maker Ms. Summers."
Xander stiffened. "Um...well, yes, maybe, but...I mean."
Snyder barked a laugh. "That's it, isn't it? So what are you up to, huh? And how much is it going to cost the school this time? I swear, if you don't tell me where Summers is this instant, I'll call the police and..." He sniffed. "And what is that god awful smell?"
"Mr. Snyder, please! There is nothing going on. It's just," Xander paused for a moment. "Well..."
Snyder crossed his arms. "I'm waiting, Harris."
"The truth is...we are in the school. The library! Yes, we came for some...tutoring. Yes!" Xander pointed excitedly. "And...Giles said we had to come early to avoid the work crews. And Buffy came, true, and Willow is tutoring us. And we're just here for tutoring."
"Ms. Rosenberg?" Snyder thought for a second. "Good student. You could really use the help, Mr. Harris, and so could Ms. Summers, but that doesn't explain why you're running around looking, and smelling, like that hobo we dragged out of the closet last week."
"Right." Xander grit his teeth for a moment before continuing. "The truth is, sir, I..."
"Spit it out, Harris."
"I pooped myself."
Snyder's eyes widened. "Excuse me?"
"It was early. I missed my alarm. I had to grab the first thing I found in the fridge." He shook his head. "And then...I just didn't want to embarrass myself in front of the girls." He shrugged. "And I pooped myself. All over my chair."
Snyder leaned in close to Xander. "Are you telling me you made a mess of my library?" He suddenly turned to hustle away.
Xander grabbed the principal's arm. "No, sir! You really don't want to go in there. It's, uh, pretty awful. Really nasty. Don't worry, I promise to clean it up. All of us! And every square inch of the library. I was just on my way to the janitor's closet."
Snyder got a whiff of Xander's hand. His face wrinkled. "Yes, I see. All right, Harris, cleaning filth sounds like a good way to keep you and Ms. Summers out of trouble, but you better be done before the work crews arrive."
Xander nodded. "Absolutely, sir! We will work non-stop until the library is clean. You have my word."
"Forget your word. I'll have your ass...and you'll have the cleaning bill." Snyder began walking away. "And Harris, the next time you feel the need to defile my school, use a toilet like a regular human being."
"Yes, sir. Absolutely, sir!" Xander called after the retreating principal. "And I promise to study hard and completely surpass all of your expectations. And make the school proud!" He waved. "And there goes more of my rapidly dwindling dignity."
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Back in the library...
Willow raised her hand. "I vote forsh the shower! And shoap. Lots of shoap."
"I must agree with Willow. I do not expect it will help," Giles coughed, "but it should help us."
At that moment, the doors to the library opened, and in came Xander pushing a mop bucket on wheels.
"Ah! Xander! Capital idea," Giles called out.
"Not my idea. I just ran into principal Snyder," Xander explained. "This was the only thing I could think of to get him off my case, but at least he won't be coming anywhere near the library for the next hours." He gestured to Shawn. "So, what's the plan?"
"Buffy just suggested our friend here could benefit from a nice shower," Giles replied.
"You won't get any argument from me. I'm headed back there," Xander said. "Come on, I'll hold the door open for you. Hey! Cordy came through with the perfumes." He grinned. "Bet she took one look at Shawn and ran away."
Willow nodded. "With her fursh coat between her legsh."
Will Buffy help bring Shawn to the locker room showers, or will she trust Xander and the rest of the team to handle it themselves while she searches the basement for clues?
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Post by samus on Jul 9, 2022 6:38:45 GMT -5
(.......lol........poor Xander..................and yes, I figured that you were affected by the Rogers blackout - I was lucky that at work we're on Bell.......)
“Okay, guys,” Buffy says, “I’ll go in and bind his arms again with Xander’s belt, then I’ll escort him to the showers and give him a good scrub down............ Xander, did you say you were heading back there?” she continued, as she took off her jacket and sweater to reveal her tank top underneath. Buffy also tied her hair up with an elastic from Giles' desk to keep it from getting too wet.
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Post by TG Barighm on Jul 9, 2022 7:54:35 GMT -5
"Yes!" Xander replied exuberantly. "Go on, I'll make sure the halls are clear."
"Right. Buffy, assume your position," Giles instructed.
Buffy stood before the door to the cell while Giles slowly made his way to the door, moving slowly and carefully with a cane in hand. Shawn shook and slammed the cage with every one of the librarian's steps. Giles eventually reached the cage. He fumbled with the lock, his hand outstretched as far as it could go.
"Uwah!" Shawn shouted in response.
Xander returned to the library and used the mop bucket to hold the doors open. "The coast is clear!"
"Ready!" Giles said.
Buffy nodded. She raised her hands, belt at the ready.
Giles threw the lock away. The latch popped open immediately and the door flew open.
"Uwawawah!" Shawn moaned as he stretched out his bubbly hands to reach for Buffy.
Giles stuck out his cane and the pink bubblegum monster tripped.
"Blop!" was all Shawn could get out before Buffy caught the monster by its outstretched arms and bent one behind its back. She then forced the two hands together and bound them with the belt.
*I know this is technically combat, but this is a transition scene and sometimes you just want to get on with it rather than waste time on unneeded combat.
"Okay, let's go!" Xander gestured for Buffy to follow while she fought against Shawn. She gave him a good kick in the rear and pushed him into the hall. Giles followed and the three had disappeared into the hall.
Willow, now alone in the library, watched them leave. She reached for an open book in her lap. She stopped. She adopted a puzzled look.
"I'd rather remain alone in a shtinky library than take all theshe booksh elshewhere? Is there shomething wrong with me?" After a moment of thought, she shrugged. "Nah."
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"Uwaaoooh!" Shawn groaned. "Uwahaoowoowah!"
"You sound worse than my neighbour's dog when they bathe him," Xander muttered. He pointed the hose directly at the mass one could surmise was once Shawn's "face".
Buffy, forced to endure the flow of water, closed her eyes and awaited the inevitable torrent of water.
As promised, the way to the showers was quick and painless, but finding a way to bind Shawn and keep him from getting away before anyone could get suspicious was too difficult. Between his moaning and struggling, they had to get the deed done as quickly as possible. And so Buffy was forced to stand there, right next to Shawn, while he was inundated by water from a shower head and a hose Xander found nearby.
"Uawah-wah!" Shawn groaned. The belt was slipping off the shower head again.
Buffy pushed Shawn back into place, then reached up to slide the belt back to its place. It was an imperfect solution, but one that was working. Already much of the slime and bubble-like globules had washed away.
Of course, Buffy was soaking wet. In her clothes.
"I am still struggling to identify exactly what this creature is," Giles pondered from nearby. He stood with an armful of dry towels at the ready. "It is quite unlike anything I have ever encountered."
"Yeah, well, think faster. This is already the second shower I had today. I don't have enough clothes for a third," Xander replied.
Buffy gave Xander an annoyed look.
Xander chuckled nervously. "Um...right. Okay, keep at it. This stuff is starting to peel off."
"Uwah! Uwah wah wah argh! Arggh rah!" Shawn groaned.
"Woah! Hey! I think this is working. Look! It's cracking around his head," Xander said excitedly.
Indeed, like a shell breaking open, a tear appeared in the rubbery mass of bubbly globules and began to split. Buffy, working more earnestly now, grabbed and ripped off any piece of pink mass she could sink her hands into. Like a second skin, bubbly gook slipped and fell to the ground with a wet "smack".
"Urgggh-gah!" Shawn cried out when the mask of globules were pulled away to reveal his face. Buffy ripped away the mask-like flesh and much of the remaining bubbly flesh fell away with it. Like a drowning man bursting out of the water's surface, Shawn surged forward, arms outsretched, gulping for air.
Xander and Buffy grabbed his arms and used his momentum to carry him to a nearby bench.
"Hey, Shawn! Buddy...who I don't really know but...how you doing?"
Giles gave Xander an incredulous look.
Xander shrugged. "What else are you supposed to ask upon freeing someone from their icky stink caccoon?"
REWINDING ACTIONS: Don't be shy! Rewind! Often times I have to carry a scene through, so I might skip over chances for characters to say something. For transition scenes, maybe not so much, but for other scenes if you have something you want to say or just want to inject a quip, don't be afraid to ask "I want to go back to this point where he said this" or even just say "when he says this, I say that". This can actually be very important for some actions. Sometimes a character might do or say something early in the post and THAT'S when you want to act, not later after he/she has said whatever.
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