demonbelthazor | The Wastelands, Saturday evening Fandom Standard Time [NFB]

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The Wastelands, Saturday evening Fandom Standard Time [NFB]

With the powers he'd gained from vanquished demons, Bel was able to fight back against the Beast. But even with those powers, he was still tired and once again wondering why he was struggling so hard to survive. He was trapped here for eternity, and he didn't want to spend that time running for his life.

[For them that know who they are. NFB due to distance.]

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Phoebe once again found herself in the red wastelands and she immediately started looking around. "Cole?"

Anders was sticking close to Phoebe. "This is the same place as before? Yikes."

Bridge is, of course, sticking close to both Anders *and* Phoebe, looking around warily. "Do you want me to try and track him, or something?" he asks.

"Nice color scheme." Blair said, looking around the area. "Very minimalist and...red."

He stood a little behind Alanna, figuring that sticking behind a girl with a big sword was a good idea.

As their surroundings solidified around them, Wilson sucked in a breath of the rank air and made a face, then he turned towards Aziraphale, his expression grim.

The angel nodded, his own face pulled into a slight scowl, and reached out to lay his hand on the young doctor's arm. It was gesture meant to comfort, not restrain, as he looked around. The spell had caused him to discorporate, and now he stood with wings unfurled, and utterly naked.

Strangely, he didn't actually seem to notice.

Luckily self preservation and the fact of being stuck in basically a demonic landscape overruled Wilson's more base instincts and he didn't completely notice his lover's nude state. At least not in the usual way he took notice of a naked angel.

Instead, he drew in a tight breath and turned to press a hard, somewhat desperate kiss to Phale's mouth, his hand reaching out to grab one of the angel's primary feathers, yanking it free of the delicate membrane beneath. Added fuel to his ability to distract, he hoped.

The kiss was a surprise, but Aziraphale returned it with equal fervor, blinking at the sudden sharp yank as the feather pulled free. "James love..." he murmured, with a worried look. "Please be careful."

Wilson gave his lover a wry smile.

"As careful as you will be." He said softly, a rueful acknowledgement that careful was not why either of them were down here.

Then he moved away, giving Phale the room he needed to summon the sword to his side and also getting into position to hopefully redirect the focus of their attackers.

With a smile to acknowledge the truth of that, Aziraphale took a step back, and summoned the sword to his hand, blue flame licking up the length of the blade.

Nadia automatically moved away from and to the side of the main group, pulling her gun in her right hand and her sword in her left and scanning the surroundings.

She kept getting stuck on one part of the scan, though.

"Holy crap, the angel's naked," she finally blurted.

Wilson paused and looked at Nadia.

"A 33" flaming sword and that's what you notice?"

And that would be when demon tongues erupted from the sands and started slithering toward the group. They seemed especially drawn to Phale, Phoebe, Alanna, and Bridge.

"Shit," Phoebe said. "Those are the things that attacked me last time I was here." She moved to the side, looking around. "They wrap around you and start dragging."

Anders had the baseball bat off his shoulder in a second, still sticking close to Phoebe. "Those are kind of ~~hot~~ gross," he said, looking at them askance. "You guys really don't want to test my slugging average, trust me."

"Course...couldn't just offer us tea." Wilson said darkly and with a deep breath, he pushed the feather into his pocket, touched the ring on his finger and started to move away from the group, out across the sand.

Aziraphale didn't like the look of the tongues one bit. Aside from the fact that they were, well...giant tongues. Which was just wrong in so many ways. Hoping that he could draw their attention away, he headed off away from the rest of the group, flaring his wings and trying to make himself into as obvious a target as possible.

Nadia spotted the tongues and tightened her grip on her gun and sword, moving to circle the group. They didn't seem to be after her yet, so she kept an eye out for anyone who might be having trouble with them.

She had no problem playing back up, just now.

A tongue slithered up to Phoebe, Anders, and Bridge. It wavered between Bridge and Phoebe for a moment, then lunged for Bridge.

One of the tongues seemed to pick up on the inherent magic in Wilson's ring and the feather he carried. It chased after him.

Okay, the tongues really liked the look of Phale. Really. Several of them wriggled after him.

One of the tongues that was heading towards Phale suddenly stopped, swiveling toward Nadia. It began to move toward her.

Bridge yelps and attempts to scramble out of the way.

Feeling a little disconcerted by being chased by a group of rather eager-looking wriggling tongue-beings, Aziraphale picked up the pace until he was a goodly way apart from the rest of the group. Then he turned to face them, focusing his attention on the nearest, and waited for it to come within striking distance.

This was just wrong on so many levels but Wilson decided to think about that later.

If he was alive.

"Yeah, that's it, come on..." He said through his teeth and he began to run. Common sense sort of dictated that rocks and more to the point the high ground they represented, might be his friend and so he quickly scrambled up on one.

Wow, those tongue things were . . . really effin' gross.

And not the best targets for guns. She quickly swapped her gun for her taser, dropping one foot back and holding her sword at ready, should the thing try to attack her.

"Hey, back the frak off, you . . . tongue-thing!" yelled Anders. He brought the bat down in a heavy overhand chop at the tongue.

The tongue, not having eyes, paused for a moment as it couldn't hear Wilson's footsteps on the sand anymore.

The tongue maintained a slow pace as it crept towards Nadia and then suddenly lashed out and tried to wrap itself around her ankle to knock her off balance.

The power emanating from this being was very attractive. One tongue started approach a frontal approach, while another snaked in from the back.

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