slayers_desire | trying to make the pieces fit ((Buffyverse plot))

She has paint in her hair because of her terrible habit of painting with her fingers to get more direct lines (and then running her hand through her hair, forgetting), her cane is leaning against the wall away from the painting, and she's feeling pretty ecstatic herself. Something about art... it's an energy giver.

Wait until Lorne sees the actual transmutation... Ed's still holding himself ready, waiting for the ladies to finish painting the door. He usually considers Alchemy to be more science than anything else, but right at the moment... he's seeing much more of the artistic side of it, and the kind of beauty his craft might be able to create. It feels pretty damned good to think of it like that, somehow.

There is a crash from above them... Connor swears softly. "Our hideout is compromised now."

"Doesn't matter kid. This is more important." Spike vamps out, ready. "You going to try for the take out Kent?" He remembers how his son-in-law feels about killing.

Wes returns to the room, spell in hand, and starts chanting as the girls finish their painting. April gives a nod to Ed to start transmuting as soon as he is available. Lorne is on his feet now, weaving slightly, as in a trance to all the energy around him.

Clark still doesn't approve of killing, even if it's the undead, though he won't stop them from doing what they need to do. And that doesn't mean that he's just going to stand by and watch, either. "Nothing will get past me."

"Oh my God." Her hands shake as she wipes her fingers on a rag.

Please don't be zombies, please don't be zombies, please don't be zombies.

Even under ideal conditions, zombies scare the life out of her. This is not ideal. She can't physically run. Well, she can, but it'll hurt like the dickens and she wouldn't be able to get very far.

Zombies. Good heavens, she's going to die again.

She's used to being able to swallow down her fear, make it into something constructive, but she's pale now, and trembling, and trying so hard to suppress that feeling, to be tough, to stop being such a wimp, please don't be zombies, please no one notice that she's on the edge of a freak out that would be so embarrassing.

Ed hears the crash and immediately tenses up. He brings his hands together in a loud clap a split second after April gives him the nod, and plants both of his hands against the painting. There is a flash of blue light, a burst of blue static, and a brief cyclonic gust of wind that tosses Ed's coat and braid around for a moment as the painting is suffused with the same blue light. A second later, it's not a painting anymore, but an oak door with a gold Mercurial Cross set into its surface. (And yes, Ed deliberately chose to make the door out of oak; he knows the oak tree is Clark and April's symbol.)

That done, he whirls to face the same direction as the others, clapping his hands together and jerking his left hand in a sharp pass over his right arm and transmuting the cover plate of his Automail arm into a blade. He plants himself firmly between April and Victor and whatever's headed their way, but stays at their side. "If this goes FUBAR," he says to April, "do you want me to back up Clark and your dad, or stay here with you and Victor?"

Lorne and Wes both give a sharp gasp at the trasmutation. They know it wasn't magic. But the oak door... is glowing with magic. It worked. They can feel it in their bones.

April stares at the door, getting glassy-eyed for a moment. "I need all four... everyone."

There is a scrape of noise and another crash. The first thing seen is a huge demon that seems to be made out of metal. Behind him... are creatures that move slowly. They have fangs like vampires, but aren't vampires.

"Heads up," Clark calls, and the moment he gets a clear shot, lets loose with his heat vision. He doesn't know if the intruders are aware enough to be scared off by fire, but he can at least push them back with the force of it until he can see what effect it has.

She barely looks twice at the door, she's too busy thinking of zombies, biting down hard on the inside of her cheek.

She curses in a whisper when the other door opens, fingernails biting into her palms. Then she grabs for her cane, fingers curled hard around the handle.

She feels cornered... what can she do against metal? What can she do against the undead? She forces herself to take a very deep breath.

"Okay," she says, in a voice that's far higher than it usually is. "There's a door. Let's open it."

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Ed has gone into Fight Mode, too focused on the incoming threat to do his usual internal preening. He looks back at April, nods, and shouts to the others, "Clark! Spike! Connor! We need you back here!" He sees the metal demon and immediately begins trying to figure out what he might be able to transmute the thing's skin into to weaken it. He's not sure about the Zompires, but reckons decapitation might work well enough—it works against both vamps and zombies in his reality, at least.

He can hear the fear in Victor's voice. He turns toward her a bit, sees the cane in her hands, and quietly offers, "I can transmute that into a weapon for you, if you want."

April touches the door knob, she can feel a strong power behind it. She opens it and there is a glowing portal there.

"Only four can pass." She whispers. "Victor... go ahead. We will be right behind you."

The fire from Clark's powers hold back the zompires, but not the steel Demon. It charges forward, where it is greeted by Spike and Connor. Spike laughes when he hears Ed's command. "Little busy here."

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Clark backs up towards the door, using his heat vision as he goes to help the others have a better chance against the zompires. They'll have enough to deal with, facing the steel demon. At least he knows that Spike can handle himself, having fought him in ritual combat once.

"Be careful," he calls to them.

She glances over to Ed. "I don't-- can't hurt people." Though these things can't be considered properly 'people' they still fall under the people umbrella for Victor. A strange confession to make to a room full of warriors, but she uses self-defense, knowledge of the human body, trickery, and bluffing to win fights, not weaponry, not violence. Part of the reason that zombies scare her so much is that she relies so heavily on manipulation and quick wits to take care of bad situations. You can't do that with mindless killing machines.

Stepping into the unknown isn't nearly as scary as staying here.

"Catch you on the flip side." She barrels through the portal without a second thought.

Ed gives Victor a nod of understanding, then starts to back up towards the door himself. "Right," he calls back to Spike. "Good luck." He falls in step beside Clark as soon as Clark reaches his position, keeping his eyes on the metal demon and holding his blade-arm in a diagonal guard in front of his torso. He won't turn his back to it until it's time for him to go through the portal himself.

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April will wait to ensure that both Ed and Clark are through the portal first... before stepping through herself. She glances back at her father briefly. He can't see her... since he is fighting right now... but he knows that she loves him.

((ooc: okay, as your characters step through the portal, each one will see/experience something different for the first part of this quest. To make it clear, I have bolded names before their experience))

Victor: Something went wrong... Victor steps through the portal and is back in the same room. The steel Demon has killed Connor and Clark has stepped beside Spike to fight it. The Zompires are getting closer, and Ed places himself between the Zompires and Victor and April. Wes throws down the spell and joins Ed in the fight. Lorne signals to Victor and April... "Quick! This way! There is a secret entrance!"

Ed: There is a bright light that hits him when he enters the door. When the light dims, a very familiar 10-year-old boy rushes forward to hug him tightly. "Brother!" There are tears in Al's eyes. The portal has sent them all to where Al was being kept safe, to the SG1 world.

Clark and April: They are also hit with a bright light. When the light dims, they are back in the Smallville universe, along with Ed and Victor. They are just outside Watchtower. There seems to be a strange blackness to the Watchtower. It seems to be spreading to surrounding buildings...

Clark is already on alert from the invasion of the Scoobies' base, but this is not what he was expecting, and he glances behind him to see if the door is still there. It isn't. "What is that?" He's never seen anything like this, and it's already spreading... how far will it go? And how does he stop it?

"W-we need to get out of here. All of us. Our position's been compromised, we can't...." She's starting to feel lightheaded in fear, she's looking at Connor's body, that stupid, cocky young man who, really, she was fond of. Blood matting that brown hair down. Maybe if she had stayed, maybe if she had fought....

They're getting closer. They're going to eat her, and she's rummaging through her bag to get PINpoints, everyone can escape from here, everyone can live. They can find another base. "Clark, we have to PIN out!"

Ed had dashed through the door, so he has to skid to a halt, stopping in his tracks a second before he gets tackled by his little brother. Alarm bells are going off in his head already, but he reflexively hugs Al back anyway. They're in the Embarkation Room, facing away from the Stargate and still on the ramp, as though they've just stepped through the wormhole from another planet. The door's gone for him too. "Al?" he breathes out. "This is... Stargate Command? How the hell did we—?" He cuts himself off when he sees that Al's crying. He pulls away a bit and lays his left hand on the side of Al's face. "Al? What's wrong? Where's SG-1? And Teacher?"

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((another side note. There are 'fake' versions of your characters in the other experiences. If you want them reacting a certain way, please feel free to note that information in your thread. The mun is also not very familiar with SG1, but wants that experience to be realistic as possible))

Victor:Clark turns slightly to give Victor a nod, her suggestion is a great idea. April gestures for Lorne to get close to her and Victor, so they can PINpoint together. Ed moves closer to Wes, and Clark moves closer to Spike. Effectively everyone ensuring that the group PINpoints out together. However... just as they activate the portals... one of the Zompires bites Wes. It goes unseen by everyone else.

Ed:: "I am just surprised to see you coming through the Stargate." Al pulled at his brother's arms. "We couldn't believe the readings when we saw them."

Clark and April: April shivers watching the blackness move throughout the city. "It feels... ugly. I don't know what it is..." There is a scream down the street. A person gets touched by the darkness, and it basically consumes her alive. Other people nearby seeing what happened start freaking out.

"We have to stop it! Get people away." Clark starts running, towards the nearest people he can see,to warn them away. And to see if there's anything he can do to this thing.

Escape. An escape where (almost) everyone lives. The default set on her PINpoints ends up sending them to the Nexus, and Victor sinks down onto a couch and starts to shiver. "What's our next move."

((You're doing pretty well with Al so far, April-mun. :) I'll try to be as informative as I can about Stargate Command and SG-1 in my tags.))

Ed lets Al tug him forward. For a ten-year-old, Al's pretty strong. "Yeah..." Ed says slowly, "kinda... surprised I came through too..." He frowns for a moment. "Wait... what readings?"

Several things aren't adding up... He doesn't have his GDO on him—it didn't come with him to Dominion City when he gave himself up to get Al back into his body. So how did they get through the Iris? General Hammond doesn't let anyone through the metal barrier over the event horizon without a current IDC code. Ed glances behind him to check the Iris; it's closed, and the Stargate has already shut down. Air Force SFs are guarding the entrances to the Embarkation Room either side of the far end of the room, as per usual. For the most part, everything seems normal...

((thanks Ed-mun. The separation between characters is important right now. Trying my best))

Victor:: Everyone sits down to collect themselves for a moment. Even with being in the Nexus, and freedom so close, neither Lorne, Wes or Spike look happy about it. "I don't know..." Lorne whispered.

Wes held his head for a moment. He doesn't feel very well. But he is crediting that to the guilt of losing Connor, after promising Angel that he would protect him. Ed senses the other man's sorrow, so sits next to him. That will be a mistake that will cost him in a few moments... when Wes bites him.

This time the act of biting is very noticeable. And the others back away from Wes and Ed. However, April realizes the true horror of the situation. "We can't let this disease get loose into the Nexus!"

Ed: "We knew it was friendlies coming through. The Iris won't allow hostiles." Al replied. "We weren't expecting anyone. But as soon as I saw you..."

"There is so much I want to show you."

Clark and April: April moved forward when her husband started running towards other people, to warn them. Ed and Victor moved to other locations, working together to ensure that people are warned.

The blackness is moving in all directions, slowly for now. April stops in the middle of the street, and realizes... "Jonathan... we have to get Jonathan out of the apartment."

Clark looks up sharply when she says that. Their apartment isn't very far from Watchtower... she's right. "Let's go, and fast!"

"God, we can't... where can we go?" She stumbles into a standing position, limps backwards. Her breath hitches in something like a sob.

"Ed... E-Ed, it'll be okay. Just breathe, m-maybe we can fix this." Hollow words, but she manages to make it sound convincing, the way she always does when she's lying. With shaking hands, she gets a few pairs of handcuffs out of her backpack. Offers them, as subtly as she can with them jingling like sleigh-bells. She'd put them on them herself, but she doesn't trust her body to be fast enough. Clark is impervious to everything but kryptonite and magic. He'll be fine.

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