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9 February 1999
Tuesday, 6:25 PM, Early Evening

It's a comfortably cool night. There's a light breeze. The temperatures are ranging between 13 and 15.5°C | 58 and 60°F.

 



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 Ballroom (Front Entrance), Ground Floor
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Posted: Sep 30 2006, 04:03 PM


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{The ballroom of the Secluded Mansion. It leads in from the terrace. Every room in the Secluded Mansion can be reached here by foot.}
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Demon
Posted: Dec 26 2010, 01:47 AM


Power Level: Intermediate
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*CLANK!*

The full weight of the large door slams into the wall as Mandor busts through the front entrance, trying his best to escape certain death. As he makes his way pass the threshold, he tumbles forward from the brutal force of bursting through the door. “#%^$#$@!” A guttural, unintelligible curse stumbles out of Mandor’s mouth in his natural demonic tongue. Picking himself up from the floor, his red eyes scan the room he has chosen as his safe haven. Quickly he notices that it is minimally furnished. Someone must live here. Panicked eyes scan the room, quickly trying to catch sight of anything that can be used as a weapon against his aggressive attacker.
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Faith Lehane
Posted: Dec 26 2010, 02:13 AM


Power Level: Intermediate
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Joined: 28-August 06



Faith is quick on the demon’s heels as she enters the ballroom through its front entrance. She skids to a stop as she catches sight of the panic ridden creature ransacking the abandoned home.

“Gotcha, you fugly lookin' bastard!” The Slayer declares with a cocky smirk.

The amped up huntress bolts forward, wasting little time on smart aleck quips or witty pop culture references. This bastard had her chasing him all across town for nearly twenty minutes. She’s more than ready to give him the beating of his life.

Faith throws the full brunt of her body weight against the demon, attempting to knock him down to the ground. Once down, she plans to use her strength to pin him beneath her and pulverize his head into a pile of green mush.
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Demon
Posted: Jan 7 2011, 12:43 AM


Power Level: Intermediate
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“Gotcha, you fugly lookin' bastard!”

Startled, the demon tumbles to the ground from the attack. Rolling away from the girl to put distance between them, Mandor stands up and glares at the Slayer. He had known that the Slayer had been in Sunnydale for a number of years, but heard her described as a lithe creature who abandoned town after the fall of Angelus. A sprite of a warrior who fought with vigor, and not unbridled lust.

This she-beast before him is not the girl that had been described to him. She is absolutely maniacal when on her prowl. (Did the other one kick it along with Angelus? Then again, I heard there were two of them now...)

“You’re one to talk bitch! Who could stand creatures with such smooth skin?” Realizing that it's now fight or die, the demon decides to go out with some cojones. With astounding agility, he bounds across the ballroom; snapping out a jumping kick towards the Slayer’s face.
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Faith Lehane
Posted: Jan 14 2011, 01:49 AM


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The demon’s foot snaps outward, heading for her face and Faith intuitively steps to her right. She avoids the blow by mere nano-seconds; this is in thanks to her swift slayer reflexes. Watching the demon rebound from the missed attack, she is aware that her window to get the one up on him is very slim. Her next move is gonna be risky, and it may back fire on her. Despite knowing all this, Faith isn't afraid to try and pull it off anyway.

(Jump in the fire and let it burn, baby!)

Faith smirks devilishly as she jumps on the demon’s back and attempts to wrap her arms around the demon’s head. Fueling her next move with undaunted slayer strength, Faith attempts to forcefully twist Mandor’s head; effectively snapping his neck and ending his life in one fluid motion.

“Say goodnight Papa Sinclair.” Faith quips, slyly referencing the popular 90’s sitcom about dinosaurs.
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