( Allison would also prefer not to be stuck, especially if the "dads (Wallace and Corsair)" could join them at any time. And they wouldn't know who they were possessing. Men, probably? Based on Spike's assessment? )
There's always something off about it. A name is wrong. A place. I was in Succession, ( Jed was taking him through it ) but, Logan and Kendall were swapped. I wondered if there was something in that, an exploit I could take advantage of. But, they mean it, here. I've died a few times. You step out of place, the entire thing turns on you. And, maybe, they were there, too. I suspected. Once.
( And it never sticks, does it?
Spike feels at least a little better they know he isn't some little tattletale of a girl called Mary. But, he still looks and sounds like her.
"Last I knew, I was taking my last non-breath in London. Then I was here. Only, like I said. Heatchliff. Catherine. Anyway, funny story. I killed my minder and all that did was transfer the power to me. I call it a power, but really it's a stain. One I'd like to rid myself of, along with my third chance at life. Just saying, you find a way out of here, I'm hitching my trailer to yours.")
[Davina weighs her options. Layers and layers of illusions could take some time to work through, before if it's this constantly renewing process. She rolls her shoulders, before turning back to the rest of the group.]
If Ben and I combine our magic, I could brute force our way out of here. But it could be risky, depending on how they built this portal world. It also could summon them down here to deal with us in order to get us to stop.
[So it's up to the group if they want to take said risk, but Davina would like to get her eyes on their captors, if nothing else.]
Not magic. ( He points out. ) But, I do carry it. ( Literally carried it, in order to empower the mortals. ) Divine blood.
("Oh, none of us are vampires," Scott says with a recognition of (4).
Allison, probably still stuck on 'Lucifer's meatsuit,' gets a (2) and no commentary whatsoever, because - right. Next moves.
"If they're summoned down here, then odds are that makes them vulnerable up there. But, we don't know the rules. If you have their magic, they probably do, too," she reasons. )
Divine blood may not be super helpful to you, but it is channelable by me. In fact, I think the witches who made this place may have tried to tap into that power, and that's already too much magic for it to sustain itself. It's probably why it's getting so confused.
[Sam rolls his shoulders before grabbing the iron poker from the fireplace and testing the weight. "Sometimes the subtle route doesn't get you anywhere. Let's see how breaking things goes."
[Davina closes her eyes, pulling gently on the magic offered to her, and then feeding back in some of her own (16). She pushes her own magic into the equation, and begins to chant, trying to see if she can push back enough to see the skeletons of the spell itself.
The first faltering seems to be the revelation of Spike: Not a little girl after all, but a full grown vampire.]
Hey now. ( he looks down at himself, dressed how he was when he'd disintegrated into dust. ) Any of the witches want to tell me how I got Little House on the Prairie'd, I wouldn't say no to the explanation. Keep it going, Davina.
( That (16) is amplified by it being Ben's divine blood she's pulling from. Ben's not weakened, only used, tilting a head at Spike. He does not look like a Mary.
The others, stand at the ready.
There's a knock at the front door.
"John, Abigail, are you alright in there?" a male voice asks.
"Don't. Stop," Ben winces out.
"John! Proctors!" From the back, a pounding starts on that door. )
[Davina doesn't stop. She doesn't lose her focus (15), and continues to keep the flow of magic, let's it batter through the walls, push against the seams, trying to break it apart as much as she can.
Sam moves to the closest window to the door, trying to peer out to see what's happening outside, before raising his voice.]
We're fine! Nothing to worry about.
[He figures that probably won't work, but worth a shot.]
( No amount of persuasion is going to help, no, there's a sudden crowd outside, a cacophony of voices. Very crazy mob storming the Beast's castle. A rock is thrown through the one window, Sam make a dex check to dodge it.
Davina is tearing apart at the magic trying to hold them in, trying to tether everyone together. Spike reverts back for a second. )
Bollocks. Bloody this again?
( Before being restored. )
Not. Funny.
( Glass shatters outside, the sky darkens, the sun turning a shade of red. Scott smells smoke - and then a fire. Not in their hearth, but right outside. Flames are visible from the opposite window.
"Does it count as smoking us out if it's not real?")
[Sam jerks to the side at the flung rock (18), feeling it whiz past him. He grits his teeth, before glancing back over his shoulder. "Davina? Move a little faster please."
The chanting trails off as the wind picks up, lifting her hair and letting it flail around her. Just as she hits the most narrow edges of the spell (16), she opens her eyes and speaks to those trying to contain her, rather than the rest of the room.]
I am the regent of New Orleans. I am the last of the Harvest Girls. I've stood against immortals much scarier than you. So if you're going to try and hold me, you're going to have to come down here and face me first.
[And then she slams a final wave of magic into the spell, hoping that she will feel it shatter.]
( In an instant, everyone's eyes open as they gasp for breath. In a cavern, they dangle with their hands chained above their heads, a tube connecting through their noses. Sam would recognize it as a Djinn-like outfit. There are runes all over the cave walls, Sam and Davina can make an arcane check to see if they recognize them.
Scott's (nat 20) has him breaking his chains immediately with a wolfy growl as he drops to his feet.
Ben's (10) is less successful, but he's been kept down here longer. He's back in his body and god or no god, his body's atrophied.
Spike (also nat 20) yanks his hands free, while Allison's (14), brings dirty and branches down with hers, but she is still chained. )
[Davina is winded from the spellwork it took to get them there (7) and is unable to break herself free, but she does try to scan the walls to see if she can make sense of them (5). Unfortunately it seems to be a bit out of scope of knowledge - or maybe it's just the way her vision is blurring.]
Okay, may have overdid it on the last one.
[Sam also stays put (3), but that's more likely because he got distracted by the runes and is trying to decipher them (12). He can't make out all of them, but there's a few he does recognize.]
( Some are ancient Sumerian, others Viking and one other rune is Celtic. The spell combines different elements. Some are about locking them in, others lock the spell in place. It's beautifully overlayed.
Scott goes to Davina (19), yanking her free and bringing her down to the ground. He lets her down lightly, nose to nose. "Hi," he says. Sam gets help from Spike (14), he has to yank a little harder, and a big patch of dirty and vines falls down on top of his head. Sorry, Sam.
Ben's second attempt (unnatural 20) has him breaking his shackles altogether with his restoring God strength.
[She smiles at him as she finds her footing again, before glancing around the rest of the room as things begin to solidify. She frowns, before pointing at one of the sigils:]
This looks like Old Norse. I think I remember it from the Mikaelson grimmoire.
["Not all of it. This is Sumerian and this is Celtic." Sam frowns as he looks it over. "It looks like they layered a lot of different spell work to make this hold." He then crouches towards the bottom and frowns. "And this might be Enochian. Might be why Cas couldn't come right to us."]
("No, we prefer angels stay out of our business," a voice comes from behind them. The woman in a camo vest speaks, standing next to one of the gunman who has his gun up and trained on all of them.
"Years and layers down the drain, thanks to the Regent of New Orleans, Sam Winchester, a god, a vampire, and two nobodies," he says.
Both voices have a second voice accompanying, as if someone is speaking through them - because they are.
"I wouldn't move if I were you. Witch-killing bullets. You understand."
He points with the gun, gesturing everyone to get closer, stay together.
"Calling us out, directly? You've got big, brass balls.")
[But beyond that, she doesn't make a sign of fighting back, moving closer to Scott accordingly, but she doesn't seem any less defiant.
Sam shrugs as he moves to stand in front of Allison instinctively, eyes narrowed with a glare. "And if you know my name, you know that calling things out is kind of what we do. Wallace and Corsair, I presume?"
He can feel the weight of his gun in his pocket still but he doesn't reach for it just yet, wanting to see how this is going to go.]
( It's no skin off Spike's back, he called himself middle management. He shrugs, eyeing the two fashion rejects.
"What is with you and possessing people?" Allison asks, fingers wanting to grab her knife and gun, but she knows better than to do that yet. She's not going to mention the 'nobodies,' comment. Scott isn't nobody. And if they knew who she was, they might look at her differently. "Allison Argent," she says, "since we're sharing names."
"That must make you, Scott McCall?," Corsair says, the lady in the vest smirking as she tilts her head. "I thought you'd be taller."
"And I thought you'd fight your own battles," he bites back. "They're people."
"They're our people. They know what they signed up for. Some people like the legacy they leave behind. And they like to name drop," Wallace says, trailing his gun across them, as if he's going to eeny, meany, miney moe. "Spike, good to meet you in person," he continues.
"Yeah. Great to be in my own skin again. Are you who I should thank for reconstituting my big pile of dust?"
She gestures. The very two.
"Unlike your two meat puppets here, I didn't sign up to uphold your legacy."
Allison observes the two figures in front of them, trying to see how they operate. Will he pull the trigger?
"Do you leave your bodies when you possess your followers?")
["Usually. You can't really manage two perceptions at once," Davina tips her head to the side as she considers. "They've probably got their real bodies tucked away somewhere safe until they're ready to go back to them."
Sam raises an eyebrow, trying to figure out how close to the chest they want to play this.]
But those aren't really your real bodies, are they? Isn't that your whole thing? Body hopping every fifty years to get a new fresh model?
("Maybe," Wallace says, 'what's it to you?' her eyebrows say. "Who wants to live forever in the same body? Why not change it up for a few decades."
"Variety is the spice of life," Corsair adds.
"Except, the bodies you take over are your own children. Their spouses. Why stay that close to home?" Allison asks, crossing her arms, careful to stay half behind Sam - for now.
"Oh, I get it. Family," Spike says, understanding.
Ben, too, narrows his eyes. "Because they gain power. Power they've always had, but their sons and daughters have their own. You've been growing in power since the seventeenth century."
"Oh, Ben. What were the chances we would land such a big fish. Sorry we couldn't keep you occupied, we know you prefer when history repeats itself. Really, we were going to curse you just how you like it. We still might," she says, smirking. )
[Sam can't help but tease things just a little bit, quietly slipping his gun from his jacket while they're focused on Ben, tucking it behind his leg (15).]
Because we're not exactly working alone. Those bodies stashed neatly away - they wouldn't happen to be on the Riverboat, would they?
[Just enough, just a tease. Just an itch that maybe their focus is in the wrong place.]
( Wallace misses the gun (10), but Corsair catches it (17) and quickly points his gun at Sam.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you," he says, eyes cold.
Allison, tries, too, to pull hers out (8), trembling more than she wants to.
"It's not a secret where we spend our free time, Sam," Wallace counters. And gets a two, missing Allison's arming. Again, Corsair catches her movement and cocks his gun.
"You two. Toss your guns away," he turns the gun and points it at Davina, "or New Orleans will be down one regent." Scott growls, stepping fully in front of her. "True Alpha Scott McCall, you do not want to know what this bullet would do to you, and there are more where it came from. Back. Off.")
[Sam doesn't release his gun, staring her down, until he sees the flicker of movement in the hall behind them. He holds up his free hand, before slowly crouching to place he gun on the ground.]
Took you long enough.
[Castiel's face appears between the two witch's shoulders, eyebrow raising. "There was interference."]
( Corsair turns to train his gun on Castiel, but Castiel gets the drop on him if he wants to make an attack right away.
"Spike, join us, won't you," Wallace says, her hand forming a fist.
"Wha -" Without meaning to, his game face forms, growling, as he lunges for Davina. (14)
Scott's attack of opportunity, sends Spike sailing against the wall.
"She's doing this!" he says, getting back to his feet.
Chris levels his own gun, pointing it down at Wallace's hand - with an unnatural (21), the pullet sails straight through that fist and she cries out in pain. Something shifts, and only one scream sounds from the girl.
[Castiel reaches for the gun hand, before slamming one hand towards Corsair's face (5), but he's trying to be conscious of Jed standing behind him, so at most all he does is send the bullet in another direction.
Sam's hand comes up with the gun and aims a shot at Corsair himself (14). Corsair also isn't the only one with witch-killing bullets, and if that hits he might find himself forcibly ejected as well.]
Ben.
[There's a large measure of relief in his voice as he peers over Castiel's shoulder at his boyfriend. He's not stupid enough to get in the way of all that gunfire though, so he's just going to hang back until things settle.
Davina stumbles back closer to Ben, trying to stay out of Spike's way, and raises a hand to gather some magic. "Spike? You good?" If not, she readies a spell to try and break the compulsion (18).]
( The bullet embeds into the wall of the cavern. Corsair is too occupied by the angel in his personal space, so he takes the bullet straight in the chest. He ejects, the body dropping to it's knees. He falls forward, head to the side, dead.
Red curls and camo holds her wrist in her hand, blood pouring from it and dropping to the ground.
She comes to, seeing she's outnumbered.
"I'm me! I'm me!" she says, hunching over, trying to protect herself. "Wallace is gone." Unaware that they revealed she is a loyalist, she tries to play up her fright. (11).
"Just - peachy," Spike says, going for Allison next, fangs bared. (14, 19), Allison sidesteps his attempt, getting him with a kick to the side, smacking him down.
Davina's spell works around her and then Spike. As he kicks back up - he freezes, blinking. Looks down at his own hands he's squeezing.
"All's right," he tells Davina.
Behind her hands, the redhead attempts a quick spell under her breath, but Chris cold-cocks her and she drops down, too.
Ben makes sure Davina is okay, sees that Spike's himself, and then walks through the fray to draw Jed in close and breathe him in.
"We found your angel," Chris tells Sam, before coming to his daughter's side and wrapping an arm around her. "You okay?"
"I wasn't worried."
"That's my girl."
She lets her dad pull her in close, catching her breath.
Spike's hands come up, defensively, too as he looks at Scott.
"All me now, see?" He gives the knocked out redhead the finger. "Couldn't do this if I wasn't, yeah?"
Scott's still seething, ready to attack if needed. He lost it, so just give him a second to come back to himself. Davina can probably help with that. )
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There's always something off about it. A name is wrong. A place. I was in Succession, ( Jed was taking him through it ) but, Logan and Kendall were swapped. I wondered if there was something in that, an exploit I could take advantage of. But, they mean it, here. I've died a few times. You step out of place, the entire thing turns on you. And, maybe, they were there, too. I suspected. Once.
( And it never sticks, does it?
Spike feels at least a little better they know he isn't some little tattletale of a girl called Mary. But, he still looks and sounds like her.
"Last I knew, I was taking my last non-breath in London. Then I was here. Only, like I said. Heatchliff. Catherine. Anyway, funny story. I killed my minder and all that did was transfer the power to me. I call it a power, but really it's a stain. One I'd like to rid myself of, along with my third chance at life. Just saying, you find a way out of here, I'm hitching my trailer to yours." )
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If Ben and I combine our magic, I could brute force our way out of here. But it could be risky, depending on how they built this portal world. It also could summon them down here to deal with us in order to get us to stop.
[So it's up to the group if they want to take said risk, but Davina would like to get her eyes on their captors, if nothing else.]
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( "Oh, none of us are vampires," Scott says with a recognition of (4).
Allison, probably still stuck on 'Lucifer's meatsuit,' gets a (2) and no commentary whatsoever, because - right. Next moves.
"If they're summoned down here, then odds are that makes them vulnerable up there. But, we don't know the rules. If you have their magic, they probably do, too," she reasons. )
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[Sam rolls his shoulders before grabbing the iron poker from the fireplace and testing the weight. "Sometimes the subtle route doesn't get you anywhere. Let's see how breaking things goes."
Davina nods before holding her hands out to Ben.]
Only if you're okay with it.
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He's not going to waste time and say his divine blood isn't helpful to him, as it usually eliminates and surpasses magic.
Allison finds the frying pan.
Scott tests that he can't wolf out, but he does move to the back of the room, in case he can get the drop on them.
Spike drops his pipe and stomps on it ceremoniously.
"Let's get this over with," he says, jumping from foot to foot, shaking his hands out. )
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The first faltering seems to be the revelation of Spike: Not a little girl after all, but a full grown vampire.]
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( That (16) is amplified by it being Ben's divine blood she's pulling from. Ben's not weakened, only used, tilting a head at Spike. He does not look like a Mary.
The others, stand at the ready.
There's a knock at the front door.
"John, Abigail, are you alright in there?" a male voice asks.
"Don't. Stop," Ben winces out.
"John! Proctors!" From the back, a pounding starts on that door. )
Think it's fighting back!
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Sam moves to the closest window to the door, trying to peer out to see what's happening outside, before raising his voice.]
We're fine! Nothing to worry about.
[He figures that probably won't work, but worth a shot.]
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Davina is tearing apart at the magic trying to hold them in, trying to tether everyone together. Spike reverts back for a second. )
Bollocks. Bloody this again?
( Before being restored. )
Not. Funny.
( Glass shatters outside, the sky darkens, the sun turning a shade of red. Scott smells smoke - and then a fire. Not in their hearth, but right outside. Flames are visible from the opposite window.
"Does it count as smoking us out if it's not real?" )
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The chanting trails off as the wind picks up, lifting her hair and letting it flail around her. Just as she hits the most narrow edges of the spell (16), she opens her eyes and speaks to those trying to contain her, rather than the rest of the room.]
I am the regent of New Orleans. I am the last of the Harvest Girls. I've stood against immortals much scarier than you. So if you're going to try and hold me, you're going to have to come down here and face me first.
[And then she slams a final wave of magic into the spell, hoping that she will feel it shatter.]
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Scott's (nat 20) has him breaking his chains immediately with a wolfy growl as he drops to his feet.
Ben's (10) is less successful, but he's been kept down here longer. He's back in his body and god or no god, his body's atrophied.
Spike (also nat 20) yanks his hands free, while Allison's (14), brings dirty and branches down with hers, but she is still chained. )
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Okay, may have overdid it on the last one.
[Sam also stays put (3), but that's more likely because he got distracted by the runes and is trying to decipher them (12). He can't make out all of them, but there's a few he does recognize.]
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Scott goes to Davina (19), yanking her free and bringing her down to the ground. He lets her down lightly, nose to nose. "Hi," he says. Sam gets help from Spike (14), he has to yank a little harder, and a big patch of dirty and vines falls down on top of his head. Sorry, Sam.
Ben's second attempt (unnatural 20) has him breaking his shackles altogether with his restoring God strength.
Carefully, he tugs at the tube attached. )
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[She smiles at him as she finds her footing again, before glancing around the rest of the room as things begin to solidify. She frowns, before pointing at one of the sigils:]
This looks like Old Norse. I think I remember it from the Mikaelson grimmoire.
["Not all of it. This is Sumerian and this is Celtic." Sam frowns as he looks it over. "It looks like they layered a lot of different spell work to make this hold." He then crouches towards the bottom and frowns. "And this might be Enochian. Might be why Cas couldn't come right to us."]
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"Years and layers down the drain, thanks to the Regent of New Orleans, Sam Winchester, a god, a vampire, and two nobodies," he says.
Both voices have a second voice accompanying, as if someone is speaking through them - because they are.
"I wouldn't move if I were you. Witch-killing bullets. You understand."
He points with the gun, gesturing everyone to get closer, stay together.
"Calling us out, directly? You've got big, brass balls." )
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[She glances over her shoulder.]
No offense, Spike.
[But beyond that, she doesn't make a sign of fighting back, moving closer to Scott accordingly, but she doesn't seem any less defiant.
Sam shrugs as he moves to stand in front of Allison instinctively, eyes narrowed with a glare. "And if you know my name, you know that calling things out is kind of what we do. Wallace and Corsair, I presume?"
He can feel the weight of his gun in his pocket still but he doesn't reach for it just yet, wanting to see how this is going to go.]
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"What is with you and possessing people?" Allison asks, fingers wanting to grab her knife and gun, but she knows better than to do that yet. She's not going to mention the 'nobodies,' comment. Scott isn't nobody. And if they knew who she was, they might look at her differently. "Allison Argent," she says, "since we're sharing names."
"That must make you, Scott McCall?," Corsair says, the lady in the vest smirking as she tilts her head. "I thought you'd be taller."
"And I thought you'd fight your own battles," he bites back. "They're people."
"They're our people. They know what they signed up for. Some people like the legacy they leave behind. And they like to name drop," Wallace says, trailing his gun across them, as if he's going to eeny, meany, miney moe. "Spike, good to meet you in person," he continues.
"Yeah. Great to be in my own skin again. Are you who I should thank for reconstituting my big pile of dust?"
She gestures. The very two.
"Unlike your two meat puppets here, I didn't sign up to uphold your legacy."
Allison observes the two figures in front of them, trying to see how they operate. Will he pull the trigger?
"Do you leave your bodies when you possess your followers?" )
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Sam raises an eyebrow, trying to figure out how close to the chest they want to play this.]
But those aren't really your real bodies, are they? Isn't that your whole thing? Body hopping every fifty years to get a new fresh model?
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"Variety is the spice of life," Corsair adds.
"Except, the bodies you take over are your own children. Their spouses. Why stay that close to home?" Allison asks, crossing her arms, careful to stay half behind Sam - for now.
"Oh, I get it. Family," Spike says, understanding.
Ben, too, narrows his eyes. "Because they gain power. Power they've always had, but their sons and daughters have their own. You've been growing in power since the seventeenth century."
"Oh, Ben. What were the chances we would land such a big fish. Sorry we couldn't keep you occupied, we know you prefer when history repeats itself. Really, we were going to curse you just how you like it. We still might," she says, smirking. )
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[Sam can't help but tease things just a little bit, quietly slipping his gun from his jacket while they're focused on Ben, tucking it behind his leg (15).]
Because we're not exactly working alone. Those bodies stashed neatly away - they wouldn't happen to be on the Riverboat, would they?
[Just enough, just a tease. Just an itch that maybe their focus is in the wrong place.]
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"I wouldn't do that if I were you," he says, eyes cold.
Allison, tries, too, to pull hers out (8), trembling more than she wants to.
"It's not a secret where we spend our free time, Sam," Wallace counters. And gets a two, missing Allison's arming. Again, Corsair catches her movement and cocks his gun.
"You two. Toss your guns away," he turns the gun and points it at Davina, "or New Orleans will be down one regent." Scott growls, stepping fully in front of her. "True Alpha Scott McCall, you do not want to know what this bullet would do to you, and there are more where it came from. Back. Off." )
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Took you long enough.
[Castiel's face appears between the two witch's shoulders, eyebrow raising. "There was interference."]
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"Spike, join us, won't you," Wallace says, her hand forming a fist.
"Wha -" Without meaning to, his game face forms, growling, as he lunges for Davina. (14)
Scott's attack of opportunity, sends Spike sailing against the wall.
"She's doing this!" he says, getting back to his feet.
Chris levels his own gun, pointing it down at Wallace's hand - with an unnatural (21), the pullet sails straight through that fist and she cries out in pain. Something shifts, and only one scream sounds from the girl.
Ben spots: "Jed?" )
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Sam's hand comes up with the gun and aims a shot at Corsair himself (14). Corsair also isn't the only one with witch-killing bullets, and if that hits he might find himself forcibly ejected as well.]
Ben.
[There's a large measure of relief in his voice as he peers over Castiel's shoulder at his boyfriend. He's not stupid enough to get in the way of all that gunfire though, so he's just going to hang back until things settle.
Davina stumbles back closer to Ben, trying to stay out of Spike's way, and raises a hand to gather some magic. "Spike? You good?" If not, she readies a spell to try and break the compulsion (18).]
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Red curls and camo holds her wrist in her hand, blood pouring from it and dropping to the ground.
She comes to, seeing she's outnumbered.
"I'm me! I'm me!" she says, hunching over, trying to protect herself. "Wallace is gone." Unaware that they revealed she is a loyalist, she tries to play up her fright. (11).
"Just - peachy," Spike says, going for Allison next, fangs bared. (14, 19), Allison sidesteps his attempt, getting him with a kick to the side, smacking him down.
Davina's spell works around her and then Spike. As he kicks back up - he freezes, blinking. Looks down at his own hands he's squeezing.
"All's right," he tells Davina.
Behind her hands, the redhead attempts a quick spell under her breath, but Chris cold-cocks her and she drops down, too.
Ben makes sure Davina is okay, sees that Spike's himself, and then walks through the fray to draw Jed in close and breathe him in.
"We found your angel," Chris tells Sam, before coming to his daughter's side and wrapping an arm around her. "You okay?"
"I wasn't worried."
"That's my girl."
She lets her dad pull her in close, catching her breath.
Spike's hands come up, defensively, too as he looks at Scott.
"All me now, see?" He gives the knocked out redhead the finger. "Couldn't do this if I wasn't, yeah?"
Scott's still seething, ready to attack if needed. He lost it, so just give him a second to come back to himself. Davina can probably help with that. )
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