welcome to the hellmouth

[trenchcoatbrigade]

The locating spell pulls at his hip uncomfortably. The sensation was really grating at his nerves. He'd been following it for nearly two hours and his hangover wasn't making things easier.

The neighborhood around him was... nice. A bit too domestic for his tastes, really, but some people went for that sort of thing, he guessed.

Finally, finally, the magical pulling sensation grows to near painful levels, telling him that he was really bloody close. John pulls the taxi to the side of the road and gets out.

He was in Sunnydale. Great. Home of the bloody Hellmouth. Just a well that he would find the Slayer here. Just. His. Luck.

He walks over to the closest house and is rewarded with a sharp stab to his hip. Yup. Slayer was here.

John throws his smoke down on the perfectly manicured lawn and walks up to the door.

He knocks.

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[abodyinmotion]

"Powers That Be what?"

[superego_medico]

"What kind of powers the Slayer gets?"

[trenchcoatbrigade]

"The Powers That Be are old powerful higher beings that like to mess shit up an' upkeep the "balance" of good and evil in this dimension.

"Slayers get superhuman strength, as you so helpfully demonstrated, greater agility and better reflexes. They're harder to hurt than normal humans, an' when they do get hurt they heal real fast.

"They eventually are able to learn how to sense the presence of great evil, and demons in general.

"And then there's the dreams." He turns to Arya. "You've had them already?"

[abodyinmotion]

"No dreams yet, but... well..." Arya says turning to Ezra.

[superego_medico]

"I... am having them like crazy," Ezra says alarmed "nightmares every time I close my eyes, about past Slayers and monsters... There is an ancient looking Slayer that keeps saying things that could be threats or omens... or both."

[trenchcoatbrigade]

John frowns. "That's odd. Usually I would say you're a seer, or a clairvoyant, but if you're dreaming 'bout Slayers..." He pauses and looks between them. "How are you related exactly?"

[abodyinmotion]

"We are twins," They say in unison

[trenchcoatbrigade]

"That so? Well I suppose that the TPB got confused and shoved the dreams at the wrong person. Hell if I know, I'll have to do some divinin' to figure it out."

He winces and clutches his hip. "Right. Speakin' of magic." The locating spell continues to pulse in pain. He takes out a small vial of deep red and black liquid.

"Bottoms up." He drinks it all and makes a face.

[superego_medico]

"How... How do you shove dream powers in the wrong person?!"

[abodyinmotion]

"Well... Ezra, they are the higher powers, they are very high up so it is hard for them to see us here all the way down."

[trenchcoatbrigade]

"Maybe they did it on purpose, I won't know till I do a bit of magic, an' can't do that here without the proper ingredients. An' I don't rightly know how my magic will react with the Hellmouth this close. Last spell I did was outside town."

[superego_medico]

"What is the Hellmouth? Also explain better why are you here?"

[trenchcoatbrigade]

"Its a place where the barriers between the hell dimensions and this dimension is particularly weak. You get a load of otherworldly dark magicks and demons comin' through. It's nasty an' not a place that you want to be for a long period of time, messes you right up.

"I'm a part of the Watchers Council. We're a group of people that have taken upon ourselves to help the Slayer, train her an' aid her with killin' demons."

[abodyinmotion]

"Cool, I feel like Batman, except people come to train me instead of me going around the world... which would be much cooler."

[superego_medico]

Ezra just stares at his sister, completely speechless.

[trenchcoatbrigade]

"That's the spirit. Now how 'bout you tell me 'bout yourselves? Figure I've gotta earn my mentor cred an' know a bit 'bout yous. Been living by the mouth of hell long?"

[superego_medico]

"No, no, no. That is insane," Ezra says "Arya, you didn't even ask what kind of dark powers there is out there?"

[abodyinmotion]

"We just moved in, like, less than a week ago" Arya answers to John before turning to Ezra "The whole thing sounds like the type of Chosen One destiny that you can't walk away from and I hate the whole Chosen Emo thing, better skip it."

[trenchcoatbrigade]

"Only way to walk away is to die, so best skip that, yeah."

He says to Ezra, "More than one type of dark powers. This world is overrun with them, makes it hard to keep track of them all. But the Watchers Council does a fair job, an' once I get settled in here they'll start sending me a whole bunch of books and magical objects, so you can start reading about them then, if you want."

[superego_medico]

"At least tell me that they are dark powers that can be solved by punching? No fire-breathing or mind control. Specially mind-control."

[trenchcoatbrigade]

"Most of them can be solved with punching, but there's a fair lot that are into mind control an' I know of at least three types of demons that can breath fire. Plus Dragons, but there's only one or two of those left in this dimension."

[abodyinmotion]

Arya gives Ezra a concerned look when John confirms mind control, it is quick.

"There are ways to defend against those things? Also, is there a book on how to train your dragon?"

[trenchcoatbrigade]

"Suppose if you had a strong enough will, an' some well-placed magicks, you could build yourself a reasonable defence against mind control.

"Don' know about any books, off hand. Might be, some people are crazy enough to try."

[abodyinmotion]

"That was mostly a joke, the dragon thing, it is a movie."

[superego_medico]

"How old are you?"