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[ladybirdshit]

The kind Loch Ness Monster (?) drops you off once the swamp comes to an end. The ground is dry and stable again, but the eerie fog lingers still. The old trees around you are covered in heavy moss, but you can tell you'll be soon out of the forest since the weak wind carries a smell of fresh air. One last push and you'll be out of here!

[ mission: don't get lost in the forest. ]

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[sawedoff]

[join the party there's pieces of deconstructed guns surrounding him like a little private gun junkyard]

[nods and reaches over to his bag to pull out his salt reserves, tossing her a pouch]

First trick of the trade, always carry salt. Ghosts, demons, pretty much anything that wants to crawl in your body and take up the wheel can't cross it so if you're boned draw a circle around yourself and stay inside it. You can use it to barricade a secure place if you line the windows and doors, too.

[crotchbite]

[ hurrah for the gun crazies brigade. ]

[ catches the pouch and looks at it like she's expecting it to go abracadabra or some shit

listening to him and wondering at the same time if she's gone insane for you know. listening to him about this shit. but yeah. she was possessed. that wasn't fun. ]

All right, salt. Great. [ adds more pieces of gun to the pieces of gun. it's very relaxing ] What else?

[recurred]

[lets just say she appeared leaning against a tree after her convo with daniel]

[sawedoff]

[gun jigsaw. cleans pieces idly while she manhandles his salt pouch]

In general? That's all you're gonna need to buy you enough time to get away from anything that wants to wear you. If you're low on salt find something solid iron. Crowbar works, fireplace pokers, whatever you have handy. Ghost allergy only, not gonna do crap against a demon.

[theres a lot of rules,]

[rhymeswithdesign]

Or start by using your words, like a grown-up. Ghosts hang about for a reason and can often be persuaded not to. Demons can be controlled [ish.] if you know their names and sigils.

[has he been there the whole time, smoking disapprovingly? probably.]

[crotchbite]

[ looks up to see clara, before looking back to the gun at hand. i'm sure she feels safe with the gun crazies.

looks at him and frowns a little. there's demons too. great. ]

What? [ where did the brit come from. ] Christ, how many of you are there?

[sawedoff]

[glances up at clara and looks back down at his task at hand quickly]

Hear what he said? Don't do any of that. Stick around to chat with a ghost and you're either gonna get jumped or torn apart. They see what they want to see, you're not gonna be able to convince them otherwise.

[looks up at hel. you should be able to attest to that seeing as the minute you crossed the salt line their friendly neighborhood ghost was up in you like hook in ur tits]

[rhymeswithdesign]

That's not even remotely true. How long to you usually give a chat with a ghost before you shoot it in the face, Dean?

[pitches the end of the cigarette into the campfire when it starts to burn his fingers.]

Well. Carry on, I'll be sure to correct you when you need it.

[recurred]

[does she look bothered by you gun nuts? no]

Ghosts are usually bound by insufferable emotions and grudges, right? I can't imagine them being very reasonable creatures.

[i mean that last one. come on. pulled a crossbow on allsyall]

[crotchbite]

[ yeaaaah she's not going to talk to any caspers anytime soon sorry she's had one chat
he was inside her body and that's not even talking about how wrong these pronouns are.

entertained in cleaning up the gun like it's a baby rather than looking at clara because she's still in that weird place about her sry2say ]

You talk to them. If another one tries that, I'm not going to stay for a chat over tea and biscuits.

[sawedoff]

[smart ladies. just gives constantine a the lord is testing me face]

You got it. Demons are another story. Salt works, yeah, but it's kinda like getting a papercut. Stings but it ain't gonna slow em down. Holy water'll put hurt on them, give you a little time to get out of dodge.

[fitting slide back onto pistol...it's awkward mansplaining this]

Most likely you won't even know it's a demon until it's got its hands around your throat because they walk around in meatsuits. People like you and me.

[crotchbite]

[ this feels like an episode of x-files ]

That's reassuring. [ inspecting a spring ] And how are we getting holy water around these parts?

[ what even defines holy water? jesus? ]

[rhymeswithdesign]

Humans are unreasonable creatures bound by insufferable emotion and grudges. Still worthwhile to talk to them and maybe find out why they're suffering.

[gets misty-eyed at the mention of tea and biscuits, but powers through. starts rooting around in his pockets for his cigarettes.]

Most important thing to remember with demons is that exorcism usually isn't death. Unless you're unpossessable for some reason, make certain either you're in a protective circle, to keep the demon out, or it is, to keep it in.

[sawedoff]

[ONE AT A TIME]

[sawedoff]

You- [points a bore cleaner at him] -quit getting ahead of yourself. Or do you wanna take over?

[if you know everything, mr i get possessed like a doofus]

I get we're reading off different pages here with the whole different worlds crap but how about you save your comments until the end, professor.

[we havent even gotten to exorcisms yet we're still way back in holy water stop skipping chapters]

[rhymeswithdesign]

[wtf is that thing mate.]

Not at all. But things here work differently than either of our worlds, looks like. Just thought twice as much information might mean getting it right at least half of the time.

[this is constantine's serious face. lights the cigarette. possibly for dramatic effect.]

We're not just on different pages, we're reading two different books in the midst of an alien library.

[recurred]

[hunter babble]

[you guys done]

[can we get back to the interesting stuff]

[sawedoff]

[thank you constantine for alerting us of the obvious. now if you'll behave for two seconds. turns to hel again]

You can bless water yourself. Rosary, the right words, just add water.

[blasphemy is delicious]

[crotchbite]

[ she's with clara on this one. this bickering is getting ridic you two need to solve your issues ]

What, don't even need to be holding a Bible? [ kind of really amused because lol religion she can't take it seriously especially not after all of this ] That's handy.

[ looks at clara and then back at dean. what about what she was talking about ]

[rhymeswithdesign]

[shrugs.]

Doesn't work like that for me, but since "Jimmy" didn't seem like much of a priest I'd reckon whatever your system is works fine here.

If you've got time later I might be interested to learn your incantation.

[likes the idea of a demon-blooded professional blasphemer successfully blessing water.]

[recurred]

[scuse u hel i deleted]

[but i can ask it now]

What about the black blood?

[re: interrogation]

[sawedoff]

[nods at him and starts putting the cleaned and reassembled guns back into his bag]

Leviathans. Advanced class stuff. Haven't seen any rearing their uglyass heads around these parts yet so I wouldn't lose any sleep over it.

[rhymeswithdesign]

And I haven't a clue what that means, so cheers on fighting a beastie unknown to my Earth, mate.

[recurred]

[hard to lose sleep over them if you dont know wtf they are]

[crotchbite]

[ oops she had a psychic moment.

extra meticulous with the gun but with so many people around she's afraid someone might kick it so quickly puts it back together and straps it to the thigh holster

in stylized slowmo

clicks her tongue and glances at dean before tilting her head with a sort of smirk ]

You're fucked up. [ might be a compliment. might not. who knows! ]