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[monkeycrap]

The night falls and the guards still haven't found you. Lucky! Try to keep it that way.

The people who went to the city should be back soon and then you can hit the road in the morning. That's the plan, right?

[ mission: keep quiet. ]

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[recurred]

[oh hey look its another post where I can't really do anything.]







[fun]

[mercyless]

[ finishing the horse selling montage before going to look for bo. ]

[dices]

[ pockets some of the money too and puts the bag over his shoulder, walking next to her

lets go find bo ]

[foodporn]

[flirting with a bride to be in an alleyway]

[dices]

[





definitely doesn't want to interrupt that ]

[mercyless]

[ seriously? ]

[ it's not like we have anything better to do. ]

[foodporn]

[hey she already found emma she was just waiting for you guys]

[spots them over her persian goddess' shoulder and excuses herself to wave them over]

[armedarchaeologist]

[there's.

nothing to do.




out here.]

Oh my God I'm actually nostalgic about Ninurta's forest how sad is that.

[lying on his back staring up at alien stars. don't believe any idiot who tells you it never gets old. it gets old. it's old now.]

[fairyvagina]

[she's been trying to sleep. it's been ineffective with all the goddamn restlessness rummaging through camp]

You got a death with or somethin'?

[armedarchaeologist]

N—

[there's a long and blurry train of thought where it sounds like he's arguing with himself and trying to talk over himself. basically what he's like out loud.]

OK, I can't prove it with actions or past history or anything, but no.


Good point, the temple was awful.

[fairyvagina]

[yeah she didn't need to be there to get a feel of the trauma train when you all got back]

[rolls onto her back and scratches at her temple for a moment]

I guess it has been tame considerin'. Though I wish we didn't have to fuck up our next shot at gettin' a bed.

[armedarchaeologist]

Yeah, that... Would have been nice. I mean, I've slept less comfortable places than the back of a wagon, but most of them were legitimately places of detention and at the very least the threat of torture, so...

[actually as flippant about that as he sounds.]

[shifts his hips and shoulderblades against the dry and very rocky ground, but it's just not working out for him. he might actually be getting too old for this shit... whatever umbrella "this shit" falls under. camping?]

At least nobody died. That's always good.

[fairyvagina]

[well aren't you special]

We still got people in the city.

[not to be a debbie downer, but it's not over until the loose ends make their way back to camp]

[sawedoff]

[after an anticlimactic not-resolution to satan jumping hook in the woods]

[he sees brokeback india over there and he has his gun ready but he's not going to get involved in this monkey business any more than he has to. handle it daniel.]

[crotchbite]

[ yeah it spat in her sunglasses the little shit can die for all she cares

sharpening the silver dagger in silence next to him. they probably do this a lot. sit and do weapons. ]

[sawedoff]

[they do. weapon cleaning montage bros for life. he's not occupying himself with busywork because he needs his gun in one piece in case swedish royalty takes a wrong step. kind of on edge, because of everything else going on with demons and witches]

[crotchbite]

[ it's very relaxing to focus on weapons before going out and about and killing and shooting and shit.

glances at the commotion over there and shakes her head, back to sharpening. scooby dos. all of them. ]

[sawedoff]

[i don't know about relaxing what with everything going on, but yeah it's the closest thing he's got to a zen meditation ritual. looks up when she shakes her head and smiles to himself with a quiet huff of a laugh]

I know. Can't walk two feet without getting caught up in someone's crap.

[daniel seems to be taking care of it though. good on him.]

[crotchbite]

I would call it fate if I believed in that crap.

[ turns the blade around her hand, wiping it off against her pants ] But it sure as hell seems to be our motto around here. [ one last look to appreciate her sharpening work and then slides it to the holster near her knee ] At least it's just some dinky monkey activists shit.

[wears]

[tick tock, tick tock.

reference fully intended.]

[sawedoff]

[what's up satan. dean found a little dilapidated woodshed in the woods not too far out from the camp while he was traipsing around looking for hook the damsel yesterday, so after he dismisses himself from girltalk with hel he heads back out to it and pulls the beeper out of his pocket, turning it over like how do i work this. presses buttons. doesn't give a fuck]

[wears]

[you just press 666 dean it's not that hard jeez

whatever she shows up all pretty and perky because sweet finally he's going to ask for the last wi--]

... You're not Killian.

[sawedoff]

Thank god for small blessings, right?

[takes a step back now that she's shown her perky little ass, stuffing the thing back in his pocket to free his hands up]

Dean. Pleasure.

[leans down to the bag he dropped to bust out the holy water you know the drill it's satan slapping time]

[wears]

God? God has nothing to do with thi--

[holy water. Ew. Ow.]

What in the world are you doing?

[YOU'LL RUIN HER HAIR]

[sawedoff]

I would be ganking you, but I left my tools at home.

[makes a face and uncaps the bottle as he walks to the edge of the painted circle and stops]

So I guess sending you packing is gonna have to cut it.