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[ladyistcrap]

Night blankets the villages south of the wall. While the pacifistic Gagarians are huddling around what may be the last bowls they'll ever smoke, the Hildnr are preparing to march and ride out in force come the dawn. Thankfully, you're far enough north that the nights are a hell of a lot longer than normal. Looks like you have about fourteen hours to kill.

You'll probably want to make a stop at the armory to get equipped, at some point, but there's also a fair amount of feasting happening where a bard is telling tales of the Hildnr's victorious history. The Blood Queen is in attendance, accepting oaths and blessing the warriors.

Of course, if what you'd rather do is train, the training yards are open, and there's a small barracks hall that's been outfittedwith clean furs and a roaring fire so you can rest before unleashing your bloodlust. Thoughtful!

Just don't forget: you still gotta find the blood champion, save the helpless stoner fratboys, and make it over that fuckhuge wall before lunchtime tomorrow.

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[foodporn]

[pretty gross stuff you got going on in those brackets. pulls her hands away when she sees that he's at least not in immediate danger of passing out and/or dying, but she's still doing the concerned citizen hover]

What was that about?

[ladyjohannaii]

Nothing, love. Thirty pack a day habit. Been meaning to cut back.

[also dangerous habits hasn't happened yet.]

Definitely not catching.

[foodporn]

Right...

[settles back into her chair and gives him the googly eyes of that's not what i was asking about]

So you didn't just almost asphyxiate on your own laughter when I brought up that Dean guy?

[ladyjohannaii]

Nope.

[oh actually he did think that's what that was about.]

Dean's in over his head and hasn't realized yet he's drowning. And there are sharks. And he's bleeding. From a missing leg.

[friends don't let friends hunt demons.]

[foodporn]

Thanks for the cheery imagery.

[ladyjohannaii]

It's a nasty business. Occult detective...ry. Don't muck about with the occult.

[advised the pot to the kettle about the third traditionally wrought-iron kitchen device.]

[foodporn]

Then why do you?

[she may not be involved in the occult per se, but substitute occult for general weirdness and she's basically right there with him]

[ladyjohannaii]

I'm a creature of habit. It pays the bills. Got to clean up my old messes.

[shrugs and reaches across the table for the abandoned drink.]

Pick one.

[foodporn]

You just sound like a masochist to me.

[the only manpain she gives a crap about is dyson's. sorry. but you can have the drink back as long as you promise not to choke on it]

[ladyjohannaii]

Generally not, but for the right person...

[suggestive eyebrow raise, mead sip. oh god that helps.]

Besides, we're not exactly in the same line of work. He said he's a hunter, while I'm more of a... Detective. Someone asks, I solve. I don't go looking for the damn things, for God's sake.

["serial apocalypse-averter" looks weird on the cv.]

[foodporn]

Hey, I'll have you know- I'm a detective too, and I go looking for the "damn things".

Most of the time. Some of the time.

[ladyjohannaii]

You're a demon hunter?

[oh no, bo, you seemed so nice. and smart. constantine regards her incredulously, then leans back on the bench and looks unhappy.]

Surely you're taking the mickey. Why is this place kidnapping all of the world's bloody morons?

[foodporn]

Who said anything about demons? And who are you calling a moron? Watch it.

[wags a threatening finger at him]

[ladyjohannaii]

Demon hunters are morons. Universally. You have to be a moron to get into it, and you have to be a moron to stay in it because it eats everyone you love alive. End of story.

[drains the rest of the horn of mead and starts casting about for a pitcher.]

[foodporn]

My god, you're like the saddest person I've ever met. And I know a lot of really sad people. Have you tried a support group?

[i mean sorry to hear about your career choice and all but suck it up, kiddo.]

Sorry. That was rude. Are all...demon hunters so passionate?

[about being miserable]

[ladyjohannaii]

[yes he tried a support group. they got eaten by demons.]

I'm not a fucking demon hunter.

[remember when he was laughing about things? that was nice.]

[constantine pushes back from the table and wobbles towards the door.]

[foodporn]

...So retired then...?

[turns to watch him wobble his drunk ass away with what just happened arms]