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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. ]

Comments

[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! ]

[sawedoff]

[lol thanks.]

I'd say victim of circumstance but that might be giving circumstance too much credit.

[finishes packing it all away neatly and zips duffel up]

[rhymeswithdesign]

[a moment of silence for the Supernatural universe? all right. no questions from the class? all right.]

Don't make any promises to a demon you can't avoid keeping. Preferably don't make any promises, and certainly don't make any deals. Don't break any promises to a ghost, especially if it's predisposed to be vengeful.

[smoke ring.]

Do not fuck about with angels.

[recurred]

[this is all very christian]

Common sense.

[that sounds a lot like common sense]

[crotchbite]

[ why would you ever make a deal with a demon that just screams bad idea but well. maybe the price matches the reward or some shit.

whatever. halloween crap. ]

Anything else from preventing the holy ghost possession? [ that's what she's interested in to be fair ]

[sawedoff]

[dont fuck with angels is probably a good one to remember.]

Ghosts don't ride people much. Kind of a fluke thing. Have to be pretty pissed to get the juice to pull it off. If you're worried about somethin takin up residence again it's more likely gonna be a demon, in which case-

[makes an i really don't want to do this face but hooks fingers over his collar and tugs it down to show off the anti-possession ink on his chest]

We can get matchies. Demon free zone if you're sporting it.

[rhymeswithdesign]

Sometimes holy trinkets and saints' medallions repel ghosts, and sometimes, obviously, they don't. I find it helps to have an inside so unpleasant no bugger wants to share it.

[eyes dean's chest covetously, but not like most people eye dean's chest covetously.]

That really works? It's that simple? No wonder you don't bother with containment anymore.

[but what if i need to give something a lift? hm, maybe i could put one half on each forearm so it's only a complete symbol when i want it to be.]

[oh no wait that'd make me look like an arse.]

[recurred]

[kinda looks like you picked that out of a booklet but okay]

Does it have to be a tattoo?

[sawedoff]

[its functional not fashionable]

Tattoo, amulet, whichever you can get your hands on. Yeah, it works. Demon free since 2007.

[pulls jacket back up. all these little beady eyes on him.]

[rhymeswithdesign]

[well it's definitely not fashionable. still...]

I know what I'm doing when I get home, then.

[wait, dean's from the future? weird.]

[recurred]

[yeah ill pass]

So we got demons, ghosts, angels, and apparently leviathans. Any other nasties lurking about worth mentioning?

[like whats up with the redhead]

[sawedoff]

Got a pen? Cus that's a hell of a long list.

[things that pens are also good for, jailhouse tattoos. i can hook you up constantine. say the word.]

As far as this place goes? Werewolves. Vampires. Sirens. Siren, I should say. She bit the big one.

[you bit her big one actually but let's not]

I think that hot chick is a succubus. I guess when you say it like that it makes sense. Throw in some zombies and witches. Then remember most of those are the people we're kicking back with and you start to realize why the pirates are the least of my concern.

[rhymeswithdesign]

You forgot "humans," which are unfortunately less easily dealt with than ghosts.

[hackles back up, not in a punny way.]

I've yet to meet a werewolf or a vampire here who was a danger to me, though the humans have proven to be lethal enough to them. As for counting the succubus amongst the "nasties," Dean?

[blows streams of smoke out his nose like you do when you want to look like a dragon.]

I wouldn't.

[recurred]

[expression drop at the mention of the siren. kind of like she just got slapped in the face]

[glazes out of the conversation for a moment to just think about what Michonne said]

[sawedoff]

[jesus christ michonne can you not keep anything to yourself. for someone who doesn't talk a lot you sure can run your freaking mouth]

Hey.

[yeah man i got it people are the real enemies monsters are good monsters are friends lets all hold hands. ignores the frothing and watches her with her zoney outey face]

You okay? Maybe that's enough spooky campfire stories for the night.

[rhymeswithdesign]

[sticks around for about five more seconds before it becomes apparent this is not even remotely about the lines drawn between monsters and hunters anymore.]

[stalks away whilst dean is making doe eyes at clara making ptsd eyes.]

[recurred]

[doesnt snap out of it until constantine saunters off]

[shifts folded arms and edges a finger at the corner of her eye]

What? I'm not the one getting all fussy.

[im good. its just allergies]

[sawedoff]

[watches her for too long with a dubious look that says he's not buying it and if he did he'd want his money back. draws tongue over his bottom lip after a few and tilts chin up in a half-nod. you can have your ptsd moment this time but you do it again he's gonna be all over it like white on rice]

What, him? We're not allowed to talk about the monster mash. It's a touchy subject.

[around here. apparently. look at all the fucks he gives.]

[recurred]

[yeah its weak but she's glad he's not gonna push it]

[adjusts her place and settles down on a tree root and refolds arms over her knees to in turn watch him]

You don't seem too bothered. Keeping hands off.

[traveling with the enemy]

[sawedoff]

We kind of operate on a live and let live agreement. Meaning, they don't monster up on anyone, I let them live. Hasn't exactly scored me the most popular girl in school title with this bunch.

[how does it feel 2 be mixin it up with the loser kid]

[recurred]

[looks out to the rest of the camp. you and your little hermit corner]

I noticed, but I figured it was more of a personal choice.

[kind of teasing kind of not. you're broody as fuck and i dont want to take all the credit]