BtVS by Whedon and Mutant Enemy. Marvel U by the parent company and its many artists/writers.
Katamari Damacy, produced by Namco, loosely translates as 'Spirit of Clutter'. The closest I can get to that in Latin is 'Soul of Covering', so here you go.
Deep down below Remy's feet, two people sat, trapped in separate cages.
This is the best night of my life, wrote the younger of the two prisoners. Not only have I found the path to becoming a great summoner, even greater than my brother, I have seen true magic first hand. I have also met a man who surely must be a master of the dark arts. He will either be my Yoda, or the first Obi-Wan I crush under my heel as I move towards the goal of towering dark power.
"Bloody Hell," announced his neighbor, quite interrupting the narrative flow. "This night is bad enough without you humming the Star Wars theme song... What are you writing anyway?"
"Oh, just updating my journal," the younger man said, lifting up the notebook. He made sure as he did so that his thumb covered the words 'Property of Andrew Wells' on the cover. "So, what happens next, Mr. Warlock? How long do I have to wait before I walk out of here with my crystal?"
"Oh, for the last time," came the frustrated reply. "I am not a warlock. My name is Rupert Giles and I am a formally trained member of the International Council of Watchers. I came down to this place on official business, not as a simple dabbler in the dark arts, and you have ruined something that should otherwise have gone quite smoothly."
"Ah," said Andrew as he crossed out the word 'Yoda' in his journal. "I see."
"Well, frankly," Giles said, adjusting his glasses. "We have until sunrise to escape. I'm not exactly sure what would happen if we're still here at that time, but I expect we'd be trapped, body and soul, in one of those blank crystals along that wall."
"Ah," repeated Andrew as he looked in the direction that Giles was pointing. "Dibs on the sapphire blue one."
Wlllow touched the floating rock gently with one finger. When it started spinning in mid-air she chanted the words 'Contine, anima theca'.
The rock glowed purple and fell to the ground with a thunk. The first monkey spider it bumped into started glowing purple as well and found itself quite stuck to the still rolling rock.
Within a few seconds the rock was hidden beneath a covering of annoyed monkey spiders. A few seconds later, the first layer of monkey spiders was hidden beneath a second layer.
Xander stepped back from his attempt to clean his sword and cheered, until the ball grabbed ahold of the monkey spider corpse impaled on the weapon and rolled off, taking the blade with it.
"Hey," he said, frowning. "My sword! Oh well, at least it's fun to watch," he conceded. "They should so totally make a game out of that."
Having gathered up the spiders on the grass, the somewhat lopsided ball, with the sword still sticking out the side, spun in place until it blurred with speed.
Suddenly the ball launched itself forward and hit the wall with enough force that some of its collected spiders went flying.
It kept on spinning right up the wall until it was high enough to collect the spiders still trying to web the hole shut, before sinking back down to the grass.
The monkey spiders that had been knocked off the ball lay on their backs, twitching, still glowing faintly purple. The ball collected them before they had a chance to recover.
Lacking any further targets, the ball just sat there twitching.
"Well," Xander asked Willow. "Can I get it back now?"
"Sure," she replied. "The ball's not big enough to get a firm grip on the sword or you, yet. So you should just be able to pull it out."
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Xander walked forward and, using one foot to compress some of the struggling spiders, pulled the sword out cleanly.
With a wide grin, he backed away from the ball.
"Wait," he said as he turned to face Willow, his feeling of triumph short-lived. "What do you mean, yet?"
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"Please tell me those things aren't normal 'round these parts or I'll be even more worried for your sanity," Remy said, spotting a lull in the action. "More important, the one thing dat Gambit really wants to know is, given you're here because your friend's trapped, what was he doing down there in the first place?"
"This is the crypt," Willow said. "Of, well, either a single powerful witch named Maddox, or the tomb of the Maddox clan of crystal witches. The records were kinda vague on that part."
Buffy entered the hole first with Remy on her heels, although the taller man had to duck.
"Giles came down here to plea for help during the one time in a decade that the place is open for business," Buffy said as she descended the narrow staircase. "Careful, it's steep."
"There someone here giving things away," Remy asked. He paused mid-step, feeling the back of his neck tingle. "There a particular reason you're pointing that sword at my neck, or is just how you treat all the strange men you find in graveyards?"
"You're superpowered," Xander said, holding the sword in place. "Yet you look mostly human. You have a full name, yet you keep calling yourself Gambit. It just occurred to me how much that sounds like... Glory."
"I hear what you say," Remy said, examining his position half in and half out of the hole and determined it not good with Buffy on the stairs in front of him. "Dat supposed to mean something?"
"Oh," Willow said, looking over Xander's shoulder. "I see where he's going with this. You said something about being in town for your sister? Well, we've been receiving death threats from a strong blonde in high heels and we're natually jumpy because they could be the same person."
"How am I supposed to know if Tara has a codename," Remy asked rhetorically. "I haven't met her yet."
"Good point," Xander said and lowered the sword. "Wait... What?"
Several blocks away, in front of the building where Remy had first thought to look for his sister, a young blonde woman stepped out of a car.
"Hey, Tara," called the driver. "Get some rest. Remember you're on stage tomorrow."
"Yeah," chuckled someone from the back seat. "Break a leg."
Smiling, Tara waved as she entered the dorm.
She was happy she'd been able to carpool from Grant High, where the high school's drama club was putting on a small joint production with Sunnydale U.
The college students mainly helped out in the areas of costume creation and set design, including lighting effects, but she was one of the few this year to be acting alongside the younger generation. If only for a few lines, near the end of the play.
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Once she was at the right floor, she walked to her dorm room.
When her hand was on the knob, the feeling that something had changed froze her in place.
Turning around she saw what it was. The light leaking out from under a door across the hall from her was gone, as if someone inside had flipped the switch as soon as her back was turned.
After picturing someone standing inside, in the dark, staring at her through the peephole, she shivered and quickly entered her own room, locking the door behind her.
After turning to face the people who had been threatening him a few seconds before, Remy grinned at their reactions.
Xander hadn't said much past the initial question and was staring at the mutant with a slightly lopsided expression on his face.
"Great," Willow said. "It's like someone just handed me a present without a nametag and I have to decide whether to keep it, or pass it around, or unwrap it to see whose it is."
"Ah," said Remy. "So you do know ma soeur. Finally, I was having the feeling this trip would be for nothing. Other than helping my new 'friend' save the world, of course," he hastily amended as he heard Buffy ascend the stairs behind him.
Since she'd spoke, Willow's face had been progressively getting redder and redder.
"What's going on," asked Buffy. "Did-"
"Not that there'd be any unwrapping on my part, no, sir," Willow exclaimed suddenly. "I mean, not me unwrapping you... Or me! Unless I was unwrapping myself in front of your sister!"
"What?" asked a startled Remy.
Xander shook himself back to alertness and stood with his shoulders straight.
"Dawn? Why," Buffy started to ask, before Xander mouthed Tara's name and pointed at Remy. "Oh... Ah. Oh?"
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"Breathe, Willow," Xander said, with a light touch on the witch's shoulders. "Just breathe."