The Wastelands, Saturday evening Fandom Standard Time [NFB]

[demonbelthazor]

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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[sensethevisions]

"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."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

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."

[blessed_twice]

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

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge yelps and attempts to scramble out of the way.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

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

[blessed_twice]

The tongue recoiled from the blow, then reared up and tried to wrap around Anders's arm.

[sensethevisions]

"No!" Phoebe snarled, bringing her fist down hard on the tongue thing. "Cole, where are you?!"

[demonbelthazor]

Cole heard Phoebe's cry and emerged at the top of a pile of rocks some distance. "Phoebe?" he said.

The tongue switched from Anders to Phoebe and tried to wrap around her waist. Cole disappeared from the rocks and suddenly appeared at her side, grabbing hold of the tongue and wrestling it off of her. It squealed and withered in his grasp.

[sensethevisions]

Phoebe didn't care how it happened, only that he was there.

"I told you I wasn't going to give up," she said quietly, wanting to embrace him, but not wanting to touch the tongue thing. "I bought help this time, soulmate."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Holy frak, it's him," Anders said softly, resting a hand on Phoebe's arm for a brief moment -- whether it was an attempt to steady herself or him, he wasn't exactly sure. He was trying really hard not to think too much about how much awkwardness was going to ensue, once they got out of here.

"Guess you talked me into coming after you after all," he said with a shaky chuckle. "And this time we're not leaving without you."

[demonbelthazor]

Bel noticed Anders and . . . had no idea what to say. At all. "Um," he finally said. "How-how did you get here?"

[sensethevisions]

Phoebe smiled at Anders a little weakly, before looking back at Cole. "I came back to get you," she explained. "Our friends came to help. I used a spell."

[demonbelthazor]

"Phoebe, you don't belong here, none of you do!" Cole said. "You have to get out of here, now, before the Beast gets you!"

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

"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.

[blessed_twice]

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.

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

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.

[blessed_twice]

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

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

This...was either about to be really bad or would keep the tongue busy.

Wilson made note of it's hesitation as he lined himself up and with a breath, jumped off the rock aiming his heels into the fleshy tongueness, with the intent of then dashing for another rock.

[blessed_twice]

The tongue was ground into the sands as Wilson landed on it and was stunned and twitching for a moment as Wilson ran away, then started to slowly slither after him.

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Luckily, frequent sex with Aziraphale and racquetball meant that Wilson was in fairly good cardio shape. He had his next target rock in mind but kept to the sand for the time being, trying to help split the creature's attention between himself and Aziraphale.

Hopefully giving Phoebe and the others the time they needed to find Bel.

[blessed_twice]

The tongue picked up speed, then lunged forward at Wilson, trying to wrap around his ankle.

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Crap! Wilson thought as the sudden grip on his ankle tripped him and he fell hard to the sand.

Gritting his teeth, he spun and began to kick the ever living crap out of the tongue, using overhead arcs, to try to maximize the force with which he hit the beast.

[blessed_twice]

The tongue endured the kicks and started to drag Wilson back across the sands, which started to churn.

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

This, was officially not good.

Reaching down for his belt, Wilson scrabbled to undo it, snapping it quickly off from around his waist. He had a split second in which he considered grabbing a rock but he didn't imagine he'd win a conventional tug of war.

Luckily, years of working in life or death -thought usually not HIS life- situations kept his hands steady as he rolled towards the tongue and wrapping his belt around the end at the edge of his ankle. Lopping it back through the buckle, he rolled for all he was worth, till he could just barely get the other end slightly anchored around a rock.

Then he pulled for all he was worth. See if the fucker liked the idea of getting snipped in two by a mortal belt...talk about humiliation on the demonic playground.

[blessed_twice]

A gaping maw opened in the sand a few feet beyond Wilson. The tongue continued to strain against Wilson and his belt, then snapped in two. The maw roared in pain.