#pylypanomaly

Ariadne: Both she and Pylyp had left the station with only a couple of stops along the way. One was for Ariadne to grab a couple of things she promised were necessary. The other was when Pylyp recognised a girl along the way. Lydia. She was a banshee? Ariadne figured that that could come in handy when you were trying to find a beast from purgatory. Technically it was undead, after all. They pulled up at the preserve and exited the vehicle and she guided them around to the back, popping the trunk to show them what she'd promised Pylyp was necessary. "Ladies and gentlemen, we're making you both a molotov cocktail. Self igniting. I hope your aim is good. You throw, we light the beast on fire and I will intensify that." She said as confidently as she could.

Papa Stilinski: Pylyp wasn't entirely for bringing along Lydia. The sheriff in him wanted to minimalise casualties, but his authority as a sheriff had no role in the supernatural. Besides, if she helps get rid of the plant of angry lust, than it's better she is there. When Ariadne opened the trunk and mentioned molotov cocktails, Pylyp raised his eyebrows. This was definitely not what he had expected. Then again, he wasn't expecting a plant either. "Well this is definitely going to be interesting," Pylyp said. Truth be told, he was terrified but there was no way he was going to let anyone know that.

lydia: Lydia was never all too sure how useful she could exactly be. It's not like being a banshee was the most straight forward thing. She still had learning to do, but nonetheless she couldn't sit idly by and do nothing. She has to help her friends..or at least try. Looking over at Sheriff and then Ariadne she raised her brows. "Well that'll definitely be...impressionable." She said a bit skeptical.

Ariadne: Already putting the ingredients together as necessary, she smiled a little at Lydia and her skepticism. "It's a plant. Fire seems like the best way to deal with it, with the lack of a specific spell." She handed each person what they needed. "Let's go. Let us know if you feel anything?" She said to Lydia. Before they left, Ariadne tugged off her sling and tossed it in the trunk before pushing it shut. Her shoulder wasn't at 100% but she was determined not to show any weakness, nodding at both before leading the way in.

Papa Stilinski: Pylyp tightly gripped onto the molotov cocktail. Silently, he was praying that he wouldn't drop it because that would just be the most anti-climactic mission ever. And he would potentially die. "I still don't know why we can't just use a super-sized lawn mower," he muttered to himself. He still wasn't pleased about this. He probably never would be. But a job had to be done so Pylyp was going to make sure it got done. He swallowed his doubt and followed Ariadne's lead. She was the person in charge of this operation.

lydia: "Seems simple considering...which is a bit of a relief," She said momentarily thinking about the previous track record. The petite strawberry blonde followed the two with one of the cocktails in hand, "Never took you for much of a gardener, though in this case I'm not sure that would do us much good."

Ariadne: "Maybe if I owned a super-sized lawn mower." She half teased. Ariadne was a little nervous, knowing what would happen if they didn't get this done but she was in relatively good spirits thanks to finally knowing what they were up against. Her shoulder twinged a little but she wasn't too worried about it, watching where she put her feet. Without any real idea of where they were going, she just kept them going. There was a heaviness in the air - she followed it.

Papa Stilinski: "So, um... It's not going to try and eat us, is it? I mean, you said it wants to eat the werewolves, but we obviously weren't affected by it, so we're not going to end up being its fertiliser, are we?" Pylyp asked. It was probably a stupid question, but the supernatural stuff just stressed him out. It also didn't help that he had no idea what this thing looked like or where it was. It could be the shrub on the right for all he knew. "Do you feel anything, Lydia?"

lydia: Lydia let out a chuckle though soon enough a discomforting feeling began to set in, partly attributed to not fully knowing what she was getting herself into but then again..when did they ever? "Well I would presume not but I guess well find out soon enough wont we?" She said with her typical humor that was always laced in sarcasm. "No-" She said before cutting herself off, her head immediately snapping to the left. "Did you hear that?"

Ariadne: "Um.. Well I don't think it can lure us in but I would advise you to avoid the mouth." She said, "Maybe aim a cocktail there. I won't let you get eaten, boss." She promised, offering him an affectionate smile. When he mentioned Lydia, she glanced over at her as well, though she was fairly sure that they were on the right path. Then Lydia asked if they heard something, looking to their left. "No.." But there was a low sound that followed and she took the lead again and led them past a couple of trees, stopping in her tracks when she saw it. It was bigger than she had expected and the smell made her stomach turn. "Throw them. Now!"

Papa Stilinski: "A mouth..." Pylyp said weakly. It made sense that this carnivorous plant from Purgatory would have a mouth, how else would it eat the werewolves? Still, the mental image sent shivers through Pylyp. "No," Pylyp said at the same time as Ariadne. But then within a few more seconds, he could hear something. It was like a combination of a grumble and a growl. And the smell... The smell was horrific. It took a lot of focus to not gag and throw up. The size of the thing was... well, it definitely wasn't the size of a shrub. The thing was big, disgusting and alive. Pylyp launched his molotov cocktail at the plant. Smash! Flames exploded outward, right on the mouth (or what he assumed was a mouth).

lydia: Lydia became wary as she knew she was hearing something but she wasn't all quite sure what when they walked forward a bit, it finally revealed itself and it quite honestly wasn't what she was expecting. "Talk about overgrown weed," she remarked looking at it in the most disturbing of ways. Using her best of aim she threw the cocktail, laughing it towards the plant.

Ariadne: Taking a deep breath, she stared the plant down and focused on the flames - fire was her specialty and she hardly had to think to make the flames burn more intensely. The plant screeched and it made her wince from the sheet volume. It was getting hot for them too but she made sure to protect them from the flame. Ariadne could feel it draining her, putting one hand to her injured shoulder as it throbbed. She could see it starting to wilt, starting to fall but she didn't let up, not yet. Not until it started turning to ash, and then she knew she had to reduce the flame. It faded and she sidestepped, stumbling and falling into Pylyp.

Papa Stilinski: Pylyp thought the thing was alive before, but that was nothing compared to when it was on fire, especially Ariadne's fire. Tendrils weren't just snaking around of their own accord, they were vining around wildly. The plant was literally screaming. It was... it was downright disgusting. The plant began to char before it started crumbling into a pile of ash. When the flame died down or Ariadne slowed it or whatever had happened, Pylyp caught his falling deputy. "Are you okay?" he asked, lowering her gently to the forest floor.

lydia: Lydia's attention seemed to be spit two different ways. On one hand she was watching the plant deteriorate before her and on the other she started taking a notice in Ariadne who looked as if it was all taking a visible toll on her. It wasn't til she collapsed that she rushed over to Pylyps side and looking down at the other girl. "Is she alright? Maybe we should get her out of here."

Ariadne: "I'm okay." She rushed to say, although she wasn't going anywhere without help. "Just tired.." And she sounded it. Glancing at her shoulder, she was aware the wound had started bleeding again. That was okay, she could do more to help herself later. "It's dead. The werewolves.. they should be themselves now. They'll probably be tired but.. they're not in danger from it anymore. Let's.. let's get out of here."

Papa Stilinski: "Good riddance," Pylyp said. But he was concerned about his deputy, especially given that she was bleeding again. She looked exhausted. "Lydia, I'm going to need you to help me get her out of here. Do you remember the way back?" Pylyp hoisted Ariadne up with Lydia's help and took most of the deputy's weight. "You did good, deputy," Pylyp said softly to her.

lydia: Lydia nodded over at him, "Yeah I believe so," She said before helping him to pick her up as they made there way back, leaving the remnants of the sinister plant behind.