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Post by Valhalla Erikson on Jun 29, 2024 19:37:43 GMT
The Bronze
Every summer, it was tradition: a cross-country road trip for Thomas Frost and Izumi Miyazaki—or Izzy, as her friends called her. July was the month when Izzy’s older sister, Nagi, didn't need them, granting the pair a rare window of freedom. Shepard had been quiet lately, giving David a chance to spend time with his mom and sister. But for the Black Throne Duo, the open road beckoned. This year, their journey had led them to Sunnydale and The Bronze, a club Izzy had been dying to check out. She'd heard it was a hotspot for good music, and being a fae, she couldn't resist.
They'd heard the tales of The Slayer, and Thomas had always itched to test his mettle against her. But a promise was a promise: Nagi had made them vow to keep a low profile while in Sunnydale.
"Hush" by Deep Purple thumped through the speakers, and Izzy was in her element, dancing in the center of the floor. Rainbow-colored lights danced over her as she moved, her gothic attire stark against the kaleidoscope of colors. She was barefoot, a trait of hers, a usual no-no, but Thomas had a connection. The manager owed him a favor from some visits back in Shepard and had a soft spot for Izzy’s company. So, the rule was bent, and Izzy was free to dance as she pleased.
Thomas leaned against the bar, lifting his drink in a silent salute to his dancing partner. Watching her, he couldn’t help but feel a surge of protectiveness. Izzy could handle herself—she was more than capable. But he wasn't about to let some unfortunate soul spoil her night. His eyes scanned the room, always vigilant, always ready.
The music swelled, and Izzy spun, her eyes catching Thomas's. She grinned a flash of mischief in her gaze. Thomas smirked back, shaking his head slightly. She was trouble-wrapped in enchantment, but she was his trouble, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.
The night was still young, and in Sunnydale, you never knew what—or who—might come through the door next. But for now, Thomas enjoyed the simple pleasure of watching Izzy dance, knowing they had each other’s backs.
Note: Timeline wise I say this takes place around season 3 of Buffy where the gang are still teenagers. Given that this is a completely alternate take of the Buffy mythos some liberties will be taken.
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Post by superkamiguy1 on Jun 29, 2024 21:21:04 GMT
The BronzeEvery summer, it was tradition: a cross-country road trip for Thomas Frost and Izumi Miyazaki—or Izzy, as her friends called her. July was the month when Izzy’s older sister, Nagi, didn't need them, granting the pair a rare window of freedom. Shepard had been quiet lately, giving David a chance to spend time with his mom and sister. But for the Black Throne Duo, the open road beckoned. This year, their journey had led them to Sunnydale and The Bronze, a club Izzy had been dying to check out. She'd heard it was a hotspot for good music, and being a fae, she couldn't resist. They'd heard the tales of The Slayer, and Thomas had always itched to test his mettle against her. But a promise was a promise: Nagi had made them vow to keep a low profile while in Sunnydale. "Hush" by Deep Purple thumped through the speakers, and Izzy was in her element, dancing in the center of the floor. Rainbow-colored lights danced over her as she moved, her gothic attire stark against the kaleidoscope of colors. She was barefoot, a trait of hers, a usual no-no, but Thomas had a connection. The manager owed him a favor from some visits back in Shepard and had a soft spot for Izzy’s company. So, the rule was bent, and Izzy was free to dance as she pleased. Thomas leaned against the bar, lifting his drink in a silent salute to his dancing partner. Watching her, he couldn’t help but feel a surge of protectiveness. Izzy could handle herself—she was more than capable. But he wasn't about to let some unfortunate soul spoil her night. His eyes scanned the room, always vigilant, always ready. The music swelled, and Izzy spun, her eyes catching Thomas's. She grinned a flash of mischief in her gaze. Thomas smirked back, shaking his head slightly. She was trouble-wrapped in enchantment, but she was his trouble, and he wouldn’t have it any other way. The night was still young, and in Sunnydale, you never knew what—or who—might come through the door next. But for now, Thomas enjoyed the simple pleasure of watching Izzy dance, knowing they had each other’s backs. Note: Timeline wise I say this takes place around season 3 of Buffy where the gang are still teenagers. Given that this is a completely alternate take of the Buffy mythos some liberties will be taken. Calling it right now: Thomas is going to end up throwing hands with Spike!  Solid introduction to the story! Nice to see the two of them kicking back and having fun and a somewhat softer side to Thomas while Izzy-bean is having the time of her life and she completely deserves it! They both do. Let them have some fun going out clubbing and exploring the big wild world outside of Shepard! Looking forward to the two of them interacting with The Scoobies! |
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Post by Valhalla Erikson on Jun 29, 2024 21:57:51 GMT
"Are you an assassin?" Thomas glanced to his side, finding a woman seated next to him. She looked to be in her mid to late 20s, but his daemon told him otherwise. He didn't need to ask; her eyes revealed the truth. Beneath that crazed beauty lay something dark and unnatural. Her smile confirmed it. "Hello," she greeted, her voice laced with a dreamy, unsettling quality. "Hey." Thomas returned her smile, a charming one of his own. She might be older, but why pass up an interesting encounter?  "What makes you say that?" Thomas asked, leaning in slightly. "You look much too suave to be a Huntsman. Far too clever to work for some dreary government agency. And those stylish clothes? My dear, they scream sophistication. Naturally, I concluded you must be an assassin. Can’t blame you. With my list of sins, it was only a matter of time before someone came knocking." Her voice had a singsong cadence, each word dripping with a disquieting sweetness. The bartender approached. "Another round. And give the lovely lady here what she's having." Thomas requested "And who says chivalry is dead," she chuckled, a madness lurking behind her laugh. "I aim to please, love. Thomas Frost," he said, offering his hand. She took it with a delicate grip. "Drusilla." The name echoed through Thomas's mind, a faint warning bell. Drusilla is a vampire known for her madness and unpredictability. This night just got a whole lot more interesting. |
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Post by superkamiguy1 on Jun 29, 2024 22:15:30 GMT
"Are you an assassin?" Thomas glanced to his side, finding a woman seated next to him. She looked to be in her mid to late 20s, but his daemon told him otherwise. He didn't need to ask; her eyes revealed the truth. Beneath that crazed beauty lay something dark and unnatural. Her smile confirmed it. "Hello," she greeted, her voice laced with a dreamy, unsettling quality. "Hey." Thomas returned her smile, a charming one of his own. She might be older, but why pass up an interesting encounter? "What makes you say that?" Thomas asked, leaning in slightly. "You look much too suave to be a Huntsman. Far too clever to work for some dreary government agency. And those stylish clothes? My dear, they scream sophistication. Naturally, I concluded you must be an assassin. Can’t blame you. With my list of sins, it was only a matter of time before someone came knocking." Her voice had a singsong cadence, each word dripping with a disquieting sweetness. The bartender approached. "Another round. And give the lovely lady here what she's having." Thomas requested "And who says chivalry is dead," she chuckled, a madness lurking behind her laugh. "I aim to please, love. Thomas Frost," he said, offering his hand. She took it with a delicate grip. "Drusilla." The name echoed through Thomas's mind, a faint warning bell. Drusilla is a vampire known for her madness and unpredictability. This night just got a whole lot more interesting. Just arrived in town and already meeting a celebrity! Talk about some good luck! This just got even more interesting! Be careful you two! I know you're obviously used to insanity, especially with how amazing Shepard is and living the Supernatural lifestyle, but while Drusilla's insane she's no less dangerous for it. Remember: This chick still killed a Slayer! |
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Post by Valhalla Erikson on Jun 29, 2024 23:27:12 GMT
Drusilla's gaze lingered on Izzy as she danced, her words weaving a subtle web around Thomas. "Lovely, isn't she? I can hear it flow in her. Funny thing how a Fae's blood moves differently. It's like a symphony." Thomas sipped his drink, his mind sharp as he sensed the undercurrents in her words. He leaned back casually, meeting Drusilla's gaze with a knowing smile. "Fae are fascinating like that," he replied, his voice smooth, masking his own thoughts. Drusilla chuckled softly, her eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and something darker. "Oh, Thomas Frost," she murmured, her tone almost playful. "You dance well around my words. But tell me, what intrigues you more: the fae's magic or the dancer herself?" Thomas tilted his head slightly, considering her question carefully. "Both have their allure," he admitted, his gaze flickering briefly towards Izzy before returning to Drusilla. "But there's a certain mystery in the fae, wouldn't you agree? They hold secrets older than time." Drusilla's smile widened, her fangs catching the light in a tantalizing glint. "Secrets indeed," she murmured, her finger tracing a slow circle around the rim of her glass. "And you, Thomas Frost, what secrets do you hold? A man who walks the shadows, yet dances with the angels." Thomas met her gaze, his eyes shimmering with an electric blue hue—a telltale sign of his vampire bloodline. "I may dance with the angels, love," he replied, his voice tinged with a hint of mystery, "but don't think for one moment I am one of them." Note: Nice Sherlock shout out! And since he mentioned it.  "HA! Damn straight you aren't! You have a better chance of joining Charlie's Happyness Hotel!" Adam said "Shhh." Lute says as she eats her popcorn, enjoying the show. "If he doesn't fuck her before he leaves Sunnydale I'd be disappointed," Adam says before joining Lute as they eat popcorn together. Emily gave those two a 'really  ' look. "What? Look he's going to hell anyway and if he's lucky, one of the lesser ones. Might as well have a moment in paradise before that happens" Adam shrugs "Speaking of, how much you want to bet Alastor is scouting him right now?" Lute comments
Drusilla leaned closer, her breath warm against his ear. "Welcome to Sunnydale," she whispered, her voice like honey and danger intertwined. With a graceful motion, she rose from her seat, finishing her drink in a single smooth gulp. Her eyes lingered on Izzy, who was winding down her dance on the floor. Dru's smile softened as she blew a playful kiss in the fae's direction before she left, vanishing within the crowd till she was gone completely. |
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Post by superkamiguy1 on Jun 30, 2024 1:16:27 GMT
Drusilla's gaze lingered on Izzy as she danced, her words weaving a subtle web around Thomas. "Lovely, isn't she? I can hear it flow in her. Funny thing how a Fae's blood moves differently. It's like a symphony." Thomas sipped his drink, his mind sharp as he sensed the undercurrents in her words. He leaned back casually, meeting Drusilla's gaze with a knowing smile. "Fae are fascinating like that," he replied, his voice smooth, masking his own thoughts. Drusilla chuckled softly, her eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and something darker. "Oh, Thomas Frost," she murmured, her tone almost playful. "You dance well around my words. But tell me, what intrigues you more: the fae's magic or the dancer herself?" Thomas tilted his head slightly, considering her question carefully. "Both have their allure," he admitted, his gaze flickering briefly towards Izzy before returning to Drusilla. "But there's a certain mystery in the fae, wouldn't you agree? They hold secrets older than time." Drusilla's smile widened, her fangs catching the light in a tantalizing glint. "Secrets indeed," she murmured, her finger tracing a slow circle around the rim of her glass. "And you, Thomas Frost, what secrets do you hold? A man who walks the shadows, yet dances with the angels." Thomas met her gaze, his eyes shimmering with an electric blue hue—a telltale sign of his vampire bloodline. "I may dance with the angels, love," he replied, his voice tinged with a hint of mystery, "but don't think for one moment I am one of them." Note: Nice Sherlock shout out! And since he mentioned it. "HA! Damn straight you aren't! You have a better chance of joining Charlie's Happyness Hotel!" Adam said "Shhh." Lute says as she eats her popcorn, enjoying the show. "If he doesn't fuck her before he leaves Sunnydale I'd be disappointed," Adam says before joining Lute as they eat popcorn together. Emily gave those two a 'really ' look. "What? Look he's going to hell anyway and if he's lucky, one of the lesser ones. Might as well have a moment in paradise before that happens" Adam shrugs "Speaking of, how much you want to bet Alastor is scouting him right now?" Lute comments
Drusilla leaned closer, her breath warm against his ear. "Welcome to Sunnydale," she whispered, her voice like honey and danger intertwined. With a graceful motion, she rose from her seat, finishing her drink in a single smooth gulp. Her eyes lingered on Izzy, who was winding down her dance on the floor. Dru's smile softened as she blew a playful kiss in the fae's direction before she left, vanishing within the crowd till she was gone completely. "Huh, now that you mention it? I wouldn't be surprised if he did, but how would The Radio go about doing that?" Emily pondered. "I know Vox uses TV's and stuff but how would Alastor do it? Is he using audio devices?" "You'll have to ask Radiohead when you see him. All I know is that it's way more antiquated than Vox's methods. If you ask me? He's the one we need to be worried about." "They're both problematic and honestly? We should exterminate him along with The Vees just to be sure." Lute responded casually. "But we can discuss that after the show. This is getting good." - And the mystery deepens! Drusilla definitely has some kind of plan in mind with how they're interacting together and it'll be interesting to see how it unfolds! Side note, Drusilla and Priscilla would get along famously.  |
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Post by Valhalla Erikson on Jun 30, 2024 1:30:17 GMT
As dangerous as Dru is gotta give Thomas props in matching her in a verbal game of chess. Heck earning Dru’s respect might earn Thomas some brownie points in the vampire community
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Post by superkamiguy1 on Jun 30, 2024 1:42:40 GMT
As dangerous as Dru is gotta give Thomas props in matching her in a verbal game of chess. Heck earning Dru’s respect might earn Thomas some brownie points in the vampire community Oh yeah! It's even more impressive with this version of Drusilla being more together and more clever than her canon series counterpart. The stage is set for what's likely to be a speedchess game between him and Drusilla and one can only wonder how the rest of the cast are going to factor into the story! Considering this is Buffy we're talking about though you can expect her to be the spanner in the works she usually is. |
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Post by Valhalla Erikson on Jun 30, 2024 2:15:16 GMT
"Is that who I think it was" Izzy approached Thomas who finished his drink and paid the bartender. "Yup. So much for keeping a low profile" "Mmm I don't know about that. We haven't committed our usual brand of chaos after all. Given that we've just got here I say that's a improvement" Thomas could hear his Daemon hanging for him to go and scout the older vampire out. Though Thomas was doing his best to suppress the urge, when he and Izzy heard some commotion and turned to see a scrawny dark-haired man in a brown leather jacket shove another man who was taller and bulkier shove across the floor. Warren turned to another man throwing a punch at him caught his fist and broke his hand as the man fell before the third man tried to smash a stool at him, only for it to break upon impact and Warren backhanded the man, sending him falling over the counter. Thomas and Izzy narrowed their eyes with piqued interest. No demon or vampire or any other supernatural monster, at least who had been around for a while and had some experience already as a supernatural being, would be so stupid to show off in public. So either this was a freshly turned monster or there was something more supernatural at hand of a human playing with forces he does not understand. "O.K. we are out of Shepard. We should have a trouble-free card. I know we are in Sunnydale but still" Izzy shook her head in disbelief "Oh fuck, don't tell me we've borrowed King's heroic complex," Thomas says rubbing his forehead. "Hey, don't diss that trait of Davey Jones. That has helped us out in more ways. Remember that haunted manor" "I still question how he managed to achieve that" The Black Thorne Duo looked at each other. Clearly some unfortunate soul needed to be taught a lesson. "Rock, Paper, Scissors?" Thomas offered. "Hmmm. Tempting but a raincheck. Besides, I know your roommate is itching and this is the proverbial scratch it needs."
"Let's party!" Warren cheered as he swaggered up to the counter. Thomas smirked, his eyes narrowing with a predatory gleam. He approached Warren, whistling sharply to get his attention. As Warren turned, annoyance etched into his features, Thomas kept his tone casual, almost friendly. "You wanna dance? Mind if I join?" Warren’s irritation flared, clearly seeing Thomas as just another obstacle. "Who do you think you are? Got any idea who you're messing with?" he taunted, trying to assert dominance. Thomas’s smirk widened. "Buddy, you think you look strong? You're just a cheap knockoff," he said, his words slicing through the tension like a blade. "Boys!" The bartender's voice cut through the escalating confrontation, sharp and authoritative. Both men turned to face him. "Take your problems outside. We don't need this here." "Fine by me," Warren grumbled, his eyes still locked on Thomas. "Whatever," Thomas replied, his tone dismissive as he turned towards the door.
Meanwhile in Heaven Lute and Adam laugh their asses off at the scrub who challenged Thomas. "Oh damn, I'll give the young man this, he's not boring" Lute laughed "I'd never admit this personally but I'm so rooting for the demon" Adam laughed so hard he fell over his seat.
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Post by superkamiguy1 on Jun 30, 2024 2:49:01 GMT
"Is that who I think it was" Izzy approached Thomas who finished his drink and paid the bartender. "Yup. So much for keeping a low profile" "Mmm I don't know about that. We haven't committed our usual brand of chaos after all. Given that we've just got here I say that's a improvement" Thomas could hear his Daemon hanging for him to go and scout the older vampire out. Though Thomas was doing his best to suppress the urge, when he and Izzy heard some commotion and turned to see a scrawny dark-haired man in a brown leather jacket shove another man who was taller and bulkier shove across the floor. Warren turned to another man throwing a punch at him caught his fist and broke his hand as the man fell before the third man tried to smash a stool at him, only for it to break upon impact and Warren backhanded the man, sending him falling over the counter. Thomas and Izzy narrowed their eyes with piqued interest. No demon or vampire or any other supernatural monster, at least who had been around for a while and had some experience already as a supernatural being, would be so stupid to show off in public. So either this was a freshly turned monster or there was something more supernatural at hand of a human playing with forces he does not understand. "O.K. we are out of Shepard. We should have a trouble-free card. I know we are in Sunnydale but still" Izzy shook her head in disbelief "Oh fuck, don't tell me we've borrowed King's heroic complex," Thomas says rubbing his forehead. "Hey, don't diss that trait of Davey Jones. That has helped us out in more ways. Remember that haunted manor" "I still question how he managed to achieve that" The Black Thorne Duo looked at each other. Clearly some unfortunate soul needed to be taught a lesson. "Rock, Paper, Scissors?" Thomas offered. "Hmmm. Tempting but a raincheck. Besides, I know your roommate is itching and this is the proverbial scratch it needs."
"Let's party!" Warren cheered as he swaggered up to the counter. Thomas smirked, his eyes narrowing with a predatory gleam. He approached Warren, whistling sharply to get his attention. As Warren turned, annoyance etched into his features, Thomas kept his tone casual, almost friendly. "You wanna dance? Mind if I join?" Warren’s irritation flared, clearly seeing Thomas as just another obstacle. "Who do you think you are? Got any idea who you're messing with?" he taunted, trying to assert dominance. Thomas’s smirk widened. "Buddy, you think you look strong? You're just a cheap knockoff," he said, his words slicing through the tension like a blade. "Boys!" The bartender's voice cut through the escalating confrontation, sharp and authoritative. Both men turned to face him. "Take your problems outside. We don't need this here." "Fine by me," Warren grumbled, his eyes still locked on Thomas. "Whatever," Thomas replied, his tone dismissive as he turned towards the door.
Meanwhile in Heaven Lute and Adam laugh their asses off at the scrub who challenged Thomas. "Oh damn, I'll give the young man this, he's not boring" Lute laughed "I'd never admit this personally but I'm so rooting for the demon" Adam laughed so hard he fell over his seat.
To those curious who Warren is A nice and easy warm up match before Thomas's inevitable throwdown with Spike IIRC, Warren used magic spheres to get super powers in the canon series, right? So is it safe to say that his balls dropped early? Pity then that Thomas is going to have to break them.  This is going to be an absolute beatdown! IC! Emily looked down from Heaven and watched the scene down on Earth play out. Her eyes shined as she studied Warren specifically. A few glowing spheres were illuminated on his person. She smiled. "Oh so that's it. It's a parlor trick." Her eyes returned to normal and she relaxed in her seat. "Yeah, the Vampire's got this." "Ohhh? Is the Teacher's Pet rooting for the monsters now?" Lute teased her. "I'm rooting against a bully. Say what you want about Thomas but he doesn't quite fall into that category. Besides, Warren brought this on himself. Beyond the fact that he's done more than enough to earn this? He could've used his natural Lord Given talents for good. Now look where he is: About to slapped the fluff up!" "You know you can say slapped the fuck up right? We're not going to fucking care. We're all adults here." Adam reminded her. "Mom doesn't want us to swear." Emily admitted. - Izzy and Drusilla walked outside with Thomas and Warren to watch the beatdown. "This should be fun. I haven't seen Thomas hand out a smackdown like this in a while." Izzy joked. |
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Post by Valhalla Erikson on Jun 30, 2024 3:16:05 GMT
"Is that who I think it was" Izzy approached Thomas who finished his drink and paid the bartender. "Yup. So much for keeping a low profile" "Mmm I don't know about that. We haven't committed our usual brand of chaos after all. Given that we've just got here I say that's a improvement" Thomas could hear his Daemon hanging for him to go and scout the older vampire out. Though Thomas was doing his best to suppress the urge, when he and Izzy heard some commotion and turned to see a scrawny dark-haired man in a brown leather jacket shove another man who was taller and bulkier shove across the floor. Warren turned to another man throwing a punch at him caught his fist and broke his hand as the man fell before the third man tried to smash a stool at him, only for it to break upon impact and Warren backhanded the man, sending him falling over the counter. Thomas and Izzy narrowed their eyes with piqued interest. No demon or vampire or any other supernatural monster, at least who had been around for a while and had some experience already as a supernatural being, would be so stupid to show off in public. So either this was a freshly turned monster or there was something more supernatural at hand of a human playing with forces he does not understand. "O.K. we are out of Shepard. We should have a trouble-free card. I know we are in Sunnydale but still" Izzy shook her head in disbelief "Oh fuck, don't tell me we've borrowed King's heroic complex," Thomas says rubbing his forehead. "Hey, don't diss that trait of Davey Jones. That has helped us out in more ways. Remember that haunted manor" "I still question how he managed to achieve that" The Black Thorne Duo looked at each other. Clearly some unfortunate soul needed to be taught a lesson. "Rock, Paper, Scissors?" Thomas offered. "Hmmm. Tempting but a raincheck. Besides, I know your roommate is itching and this is the proverbial scratch it needs."
"Let's party!" Warren cheered as he swaggered up to the counter. Thomas smirked, his eyes narrowing with a predatory gleam. He approached Warren, whistling sharply to get his attention. As Warren turned, annoyance etched into his features, Thomas kept his tone casual, almost friendly. "You wanna dance? Mind if I join?" Warren’s irritation flared, clearly seeing Thomas as just another obstacle. "Who do you think you are? Got any idea who you're messing with?" he taunted, trying to assert dominance. Thomas’s smirk widened. "Buddy, you think you look strong? You're just a cheap knockoff," he said, his words slicing through the tension like a blade. "Boys!" The bartender's voice cut through the escalating confrontation, sharp and authoritative. Both men turned to face him. "Take your problems outside. We don't need this here." "Fine by me," Warren grumbled, his eyes still locked on Thomas. "Whatever," Thomas replied, his tone dismissive as he turned towards the door.
Meanwhile in Heaven Lute and Adam laugh their asses off at the scrub who challenged Thomas. "Oh damn, I'll give the young man this, he's not boring" Lute laughed "I'd never admit this personally but I'm so rooting for the demon" Adam laughed so hard he fell over his seat.
To those curious who Warren is A nice and easy warm up match before Thomas's inevitable throwdown with Spike IIRC, Warren used magic spheres to get super powers in the canon series, right? So is it safe to say that his balls dropped early? Pity then that Thomas is going to have to break them. This is going to be an absolute beatdown! IC! Emily looked down from Heaven and watched the scene down on Earth play out. Her eyes shined as she studied Warren specifically. A few glowing spheres were illuminated on his person. She smiled. "Oh so that's it. It's a parlor trick." Her eyes returned to normal and she relaxed in her seat. "Yeah, the Vampire's got this." "Ohhh? Is the Teacher's Pet rooting for the monsters now?" Lute teased her. "I'm rooting against a bully. Say what you want about Thomas but he doesn't quite fall into that category. Besides, Warren brought this on himself. Beyond the fact that he's done more than enough to earn this? He could've used his natural Lord Given talents for good. Now look where he is: About to slapped the fluff up!" "You know you can say slapped the fuck up right? We're not going to fucking care. We're all adults here." Adam reminded her. "Mom doesn't want us to swear." Emily admitted. - Izzy and Drusilla walked outside with Thomas and Warren to watch the beatdown. "This should be fun. I haven't seen Thomas hand out a smackdown like this in a while." Izzy joked. Warning: Possible Homophobic Language because Warren is a Cunt. They walked into the back alley, the air thick with the promise of violence. Thomas shrugged off his coat. "If he tries to attack me from behind, make him suffer." Izzy saluted, a wicked grin on her face. "May I?" Drusilla's voice, smooth as silk, drew his attention. She waved, that dark, familiar sensation curling in his gut. Thomas approached her, his eyes never leaving hers. Offering his coat to her. "Take care of this," he said, his voice a low murmur. Drusilla beamed a dreamy expression on her face and bopped his nose. Warren's laugh cut through the tension. "Hey, ladies. Once I’m done kicking this Nancy's ass, what do you say to an all-night marathon with a real man?" Drusilla tilted her head, confusion marring her features. "Real man? I'm not sure you qualify." Izzy threw up an L sign at Warren. "HA!" Normally, Thomas would've toyed with the fool before thoroughly embarrassing him. But tonight, with Dru here and Warren's unflattering remarks, Thomas decided to make an example out of him. His eyes locked onto Warren, cold and unyielding. "Are you done? Because I have just one thing to say to you." Warren scoffed, puffing up his chest. "What's that, S**** Boy?" Thomas's eyes flared electric blue, a dangerous glint that sent shivers down Warren's spine. "Pray for death."
"Soooo. If this asshole dies then should we give this action from Thomas a one time only pass?" Lute asked the others Adam shrugs. "Honestly, we would've killed him or those IMP fuckers would. Blondie better make him scream through" "Once again, rooting against bullies" Emily say |
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Post by superkamiguy1 on Jun 30, 2024 3:41:53 GMT
IIRC, Warren used magic spheres to get super powers in the canon series, right? So is it safe to say that his balls dropped early? Pity then that Thomas is going to have to break them. This is going to be an absolute beatdown! IC! Emily looked down from Heaven and watched the scene down on Earth play out. Her eyes shined as she studied Warren specifically. A few glowing spheres were illuminated on his person. She smiled. "Oh so that's it. It's a parlor trick." Her eyes returned to normal and she relaxed in her seat. "Yeah, the Vampire's got this." "Ohhh? Is the Teacher's Pet rooting for the monsters now?" Lute teased her. "I'm rooting against a bully. Say what you want about Thomas but he doesn't quite fall into that category. Besides, Warren brought this on himself. Beyond the fact that he's done more than enough to earn this? He could've used his natural Lord Given talents for good. Now look where he is: About to slapped the fluff up!" "You know you can say slapped the fuck up right? We're not going to fucking care. We're all adults here." Adam reminded her. "Mom doesn't want us to swear." Emily admitted. - Izzy and Drusilla walked outside with Thomas and Warren to watch the beatdown. "This should be fun. I haven't seen Thomas hand out a smackdown like this in a while." Izzy joked. Warning: Possible Homophobic Language because Warren is a Cunt. They walked into the back alley, the air thick with the promise of violence. Thomas shrugged off his coat. "If he tries to attack me from behind, make him suffer." Izzy saluted, a wicked grin on her face. "May I?" Drusilla's voice, smooth as silk, drew his attention. She waved, that dark, familiar sensation curling in his gut. Thomas approached her, his eyes never leaving hers. Offering his coat to her. "Take care of this," he said, his voice a low murmur. Drusilla beamed a dreamy expression on her face and bopped his nose. Warren's laugh cut through the tension. "Hey, ladies. Once I’m done kicking this Nancy's ass, what do you say to an all-night marathon with a real man?" Drusilla tilted her head, confusion marring her features. "Real man? I'm not sure you qualify." Izzy threw up an L sign at Warren. "HA!" Normally, Thomas would've toyed with the fool before thoroughly embarrassing him. But tonight, with Dru here and Warren's unflattering remarks, Thomas decided to make an example out of him. His eyes locked onto Warren, cold and unyielding. "Are you done? Because I have just one thing to say to you." Warren scoffed, puffing up his chest. "What's that, S**** Boy?" Thomas's eyes flared electric blue, a dangerous glint that sent shivers down Warren's spine. "Pray for death."
"Soooo. If this asshole dies then should we give this action from Thomas a one time only pass?" Lute asked the others Adam shrugs. "Honestly, we would've killed him or those IMP fuckers would. Blondie better make him scream through" "Once again, rooting against bullies" Emily say Ohhhh Warren. Warren, Warren, Warren. You're a dumbass in every universe and much like The Darth Rosenberg fiasco, you brought this on yourself. Izzy and Drusilla could barely hold in their laughter. This was going to be a slaughter. Drusilla could only hope for the splatter as well and she was certain that Thomas already sensed her intentions. - Lute shrugged. "Fair enough, sir, we can always exterminate him later anyway." "Sooooo....on a scale of 1 to 10? How bad of a beatdown is this about to be?" Emily asked curiously. "To 11 and beyond like when Lute exterminates demon ass." |
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Post by Valhalla Erikson on Jun 30, 2024 3:59:08 GMT
The humiliation of Warren concludes tomorrow! 😎😴
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Post by Valhalla Erikson on Jun 30, 2024 22:32:35 GMT
Warren, fuming, spat at Thomas. "Fuck you, Boy George! You know who you're fucking with?! I am the Motherfucking Dick Master of Sunnydale!" He lunged at the young vampire.
They moved deeper into the back alley. As soon as Warren saw an opening, he whirled around and threw a punch. Thomas dodged, having anticipated the move, then backhanded Warren, sending him sprawling onto the pavement.
"That's all you got?" Thomas taunted, his tone dripping with contempt.
Warren scrambled to his feet, roaring in rage. He threw a flurry of punches, but Thomas lazily retreated, effortlessly avoiding and deflecting each blow. Yet, there was a strain in Thomas's movements. He's calculating something. Thomas's sharp eyes caught the leather pouch strapped to Warren's belt, the likely source of his enhanced strength.
In a swift motion, Thomas backhanded Warren across the face, sending him crashing to the ground, screaming in pain. Chunks of flesh from Warren's WHOLE FUCKING FACE splattered against the brick wall.
"Your moves lack coordination, and you have the fighting skill of a drunk chimpanzee," Thomas mocked, glancing at his hand now coated with Warren's blood. "I'm new to this town and all, but from what I’m seeing, you’re not as badass as you think you are."
In Heaven
"SLAP HIM THE FUCK UP!!" Adam and Lute hi-five.
"And newsflash, BITCH. There's only ONE Dick Master up in here!" Adam boasted
Note: A slight Baki shout-out with that one!
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Post by superkamiguy1 on Jun 30, 2024 23:29:28 GMT
Warren, fuming, spat at Thomas. "Fuck you, Boy George! You know who you're fucking with?! I am the Motherfucking Dick Master of Sunnydale!" He lunged at the young vampire. They moved deeper into the back alley. As soon as Warren saw an opening, he whirled around and threw a punch. Thomas dodged, having anticipated the move, then backhanded Warren, sending him sprawling onto the pavement. "That's all you got?" Thomas taunted, his tone dripping with contempt. Warren scrambled to his feet, roaring in rage. He threw a flurry of punches, but Thomas lazily retreated, effortlessly avoiding and deflecting each blow. Yet, there was a strain in Thomas's movements. He's calculating something. Thomas's sharp eyes caught the leather pouch strapped to Warren's belt, the likely source of his enhanced strength. In a swift motion, Thomas backhanded Warren across the face, sending him crashing to the ground, screaming in pain. Chunks of flesh from Warren's WHOLE FUCKING FACE splattered against the brick wall. "Your moves lack coordination, and you have the fighting skill of a drunk chimpanzee," Thomas mocked, glancing at his hand now coated with Warren's blood. "I'm new to this town and all, but from what I’m seeing, you’re not as badass as you think you are."
In Heaven "SLAP HIM THE FUCK UP!!" Adam and Lute hi-five. "And newsflash, BITCH. There's only ONE Dick Master up in here!" Adam boasted Note: A slight Baki shout-out with that one!  Seriously though, this goes to show exactly why he's such a badass! Even roiding yourself out with a couple of magical orbs isn't enough to put you on his level! Especially if you don't even know how to fight! Warren walked right into this beatdown and he has nobody to blame but himself! IC! Drusilla laughed and applauded the entire scene! "Yes! Yes! This is wonderful! I'm loving the splatter!" Izzy burst out laughing. "I saw this coming and it's still comedy gold! You're a genius, Thomas!" Thomas paused to take a bow while tossing the bag up into the air and catching it coming down while Warren screamed and cried in agony on the ground. "Thank you, thank you, I aim to please my lovely lady friends!" He told them. |
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