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Sep 19, 2019 12:42 AM
Soulless Emily in Tragedy Jeanne Sunnyverse
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"I think I've gotten what I needed to out of this conversation."

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She doesn't wait to reply before vanishing.

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She goes to find the Watcher.

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She can find him, eventually, in the armory, examining a partially-disassembled sword.

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"Thank you for sending your daughter to speak to me, it was enlightening. Considering my experiences with my world's version of your organization, I felt the need to check to see if you were like my Watcher was. You aren't."

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"Your caution is laudable."

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In a blur faster than even a Slayer is supposed to be, she has him out of his chair and slammed against the wall with a hand clenched in the fabric of his shirtfront.

"My Watcher killed my sister with a vampire by accident. You did it on purpose, you monster. It's a Slayer's job to eliminate threats to humankind, and I am very dedicated to that duty. I didn't lie when I said I met a Watcher before you summoned me. My world is better off without him, and this one will be better off without you. You have no fucking idea what you put her through. Well, I do, and you will in a moment."

And then her face changes.

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When she slams him against the wall, he presses the button in his cufflink that starts transmitting to Jeanne's earpiece.

Jeanne doesn't appear.

 

When her face changes, he goes for his stake.

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She breaks his wrist.

"Ah ah ah. I've done this before, you're not going to get me that easily."

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"You'll be killed -- they'll know it was you, they'll hunt you down--"

(He's going for his other stake with his other hand.)

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"It's been tried," she says cheerfully, and breaks that wrist too.

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And then all at once there is quite a lot of lightning, nearly none of which is hitting the Watcher.

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Nearly none of it is hitting Emily, either, but she did have to let go of him to get out of its way, so there's that!

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Every pointy thing in the room flies at her at once.

(It's an armory. There are a lot of pointy things.)

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Out the window with her, then. No point in opening it first, her vampiric healing will take care of the slices the glass leaves in her skin soon enough.

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The pointy things embed themselves in the wall, silhouetting Adrien like the end of a knife-thrower's performance.

 

Even human Slayers have accelerated healing, and supplementing that with magic is more efficient than teleportation. Jeanne follows Emily out the window.

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Emily would really prefer not to call another Slayer until the Council has been disposed of; they've already broken this one, no need to give them another mind to shatter. So she could try to kill Jeanne, but then again, she could get out of dodge. That sounds much safer for her and for whatever poor soul would have been next into the meat grinder.

Besides. One man is one man. Even a monster like him is only worth so much effort, while in England there is a full pomegranate of them to pluck. Emily runs.

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...the fact that the vampire is not catching on fire is not a good sign for Jeanne's ability to slay her.

She doesn't give chase.

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Emily doesn't have a legal identity here to miraculously recover and use to get plane tickets. She stows away in the cargo hold of a plane to England.

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Apparently part of the landing procedure for planes arriving in England involves a bored airline employee waving a suspiciously crosslike detector over each piece of luggage.

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What, seriously? Damn, that's thorough. On the other hand, she's got vampiric slayer speed and reflexes. Is there anything stopping her from waiting until Detector Guy is distracted and then slipping past?

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They are apparently not that thorough. Or possibly just unprepared for vampires for whom daylight is no obstacle.

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That rather is an advantage to the Gem of Amara being one of a kind! Two of a kind now sort of? Whatever, doesn't matter.

She finds the Watchers' headquarters and scopes it out to see what she can see about defenses.

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Their standard-issue vampire defenses won't pose any problem for her, of course -- crosses subtly worked into the decor all over, practically everything within a stone's throw of the building blessed, a sprinkler system that's almost definitely filled with holy water.

There's still the security system, though, and the suspiciously crossbow-bolt-sized holes in the molding, and windows too small to fit through, and the thing in front of the door that's probably not a cattle grid, and the thing that totally is a moat that they're somehow passing off as landscaping, and the trainee Watchers who stroll along their circuits in pairs failing to act casual, and the regularly spaced bits of statuary and flowerpots and sundials that are almost certainly components of some kind of ward.

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She takes a moment to admire the moat. That is some good landscaping.

The crossbow bolts aren't a huge problem (thank you, America, land of the gun nut, for making it so easy to find Kevlar vests to steal) and she can swim, but she's worried about the ward. She doesn't see any differences from usual but she's not exactly a witch.

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