tumbataure | 149th page

[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.]

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.

[slowly relaxes his hold on the pistol grip when they start to head off with jessica in tow. it gets a suspicious glance, but she's a capable girl and she can do what she wants, as long as it doesn't involve leaving the poor monkey activist to die bleeding out in a ditch]

[sets gun down and goes back to dismantling it to clean while they're doing nothing but waiting the night out. at least they can breathe easier now that it's all sorted out, apparently. i bet they could even score a bed in the city if they were so inclined but they're leaving in the morning anyway so no point in backtracking now.]

--Did you just say dinky?

[yeah that about sums it up but it still gets a sardonic smile, like what is your vocabulary, it's even weirder than his sometimes. shakes his head and goes back to wiping parts off with a cloth]

You mean at least it's not satan? Yeah.

[ looks at him with arched eyebrow. yeah, it's really weird and you don't even know half of it. you'll see what comes out when she's pissed and spitting out curse words. at least she's not as bad as camero, that bitch was cray and her speech was like out of r-rated juno

she wasn't actually... thinking about satan or anything in particular, but if she was, her first thought wouldn't be satan. even with the impending doom of the number of the beast in that little pager hook gave him, her mind doesn't automatically go to 666.

she's not michonne you know ]

Did you talk to Killian?

[his mind automatically goes to 666. he just doesn't voice it all the time. besides, he doesn't hold it against michonne, she's been through hell and back and she has every right to be suspicious. the rest of this group could do with being a little more suspicious sometimes. but then, it's not so bad that they aren't. they're hangin on to that optimism for dear life

looks up from gun cleaning montage and looks out over the camp reflexively when she mentions hook, it's like become second nature to him to gandalf them. do a headcount and make sure everyone's accounted for.]

Came to collect early, put a rush order on his soul. Apparently he's got 24 hours. Black eyed skank was already gone by the time I got to him, so who knows what's bullshit.

[don't rush me, satan. but for the fact that they're on the clock, he doesn't seem too rattled about it. man with a plan and all that]

[ pushes her knees up and crosses her arms over them, watching dean look over the group and following his eyes. not very worried about the fact if they're there or not. she did her gandalf part already. she owes nothing.

she's also lying to herself because in the back of her head she's definitely noticing if anyone is missing ]

Is there any left to collect? [ more of a thought said out loud than anything else, kind of amusing herself. probably. ] Happens much to you? The deal with the devil bullshit?

It's a job, pays the bills.

[quirks eyebrows at her in a clearly not taking this line of questioning seriously way, already working on reassembling the colt after a less than rigorous clean. it hasn't been fired recently, so the cleaning is more habitual than necessary]

I mean, I know popping monsters professionally isn't listed in the classifieds, but you're one to talk, ScarJo- snap any dude's necks with your thighs lately?

[clicks the slide into place and meets her with a only slightly less-than-knowing smile, because anyone with one functioning eye can see she's not exactly a desk jockey]

[ rolls her eyes at his dismissiveness but doesn't push further on the subject, instead focusing on his work with the gun while he talks. well, until he addresses her, then she looks up at him with a quirked eyebrow ]

Why? Scared I'm craving for blood and murder? [ leans back against a tree and smirks at him, sliding her hands to her thighs.

you know what she misses? fashion and cocktails. and cars. that's what she misses. she had to give up her pinup outfit for the practical pants and boots but she sure as hell misses them ]

Nah, just saying. I'm sure your life wasn't all pies and picket fences before you got here, either. I mean you know your way around an armory like you were born with a gun in your hand.

[fits pistol back into holster and starts on the shotgun, adjusting his position to lay his ankle over his knee to balance the barrel across his calf while he works]

You're not military, but you're definitely some kinda ops.

[he doesn't say it in a tell me more way, just putting it out there that he gets where she's coming from, why she is. she's the last person he's scared of here, because she's methodical, pragmatic, and it's obvious she cares despite her insistence otherwise. he'd probably back any play she made because they think a lot alike.]

What, a girl can't have her hobbies now? [ she knows he can see right through her bullshit, but doesn't mean she won't joke around it like he's wrong

sure, she is methodical and pragmatic, but she can also be selfish and hotheaded at the worst times, with a side of trust issues. that's a nice little combo she got going. welp, maybe they do think alike.

in any case, she doesn't say yes or no, simply leans her chin in her hand and tilts her head ] You're not military nor any kind of ops either, but you know your way around a gun. I'd figure ghostbusters had something more gadgety. [ not in an accusatory tone, just an observation ]

I was raised by a Marine.

[that pretty much explains it in his mind, although "a marine" is definitely not doing john justice, nor his bootcamp childhood. he raises the shotgun up to turn it over in the dim light of the camp, as if for emphasis]

It's not always hoodoo and magic words, some uglies you just gotta kick in the ass. You learn to get handy a whole lotta crap.

[a beat before he finds a place in his bag for the short barrel, tucking it away and settling back to watch her with her chinhanding]

--You're really into this ghost hunter shtick, you know there's more to the man than the job? I also happen to enjoy beachwalks and tupperware parties.

[ her eyebrows go up again at that. raised by a marine, ended up a demon slayer sort of thing. where did it go wrong? at least she has an excuse because she clearly does not get involved with demons she was just born to a covert agent and become one herself

snaps out of her nostalgia because she was kind of tuning him out when he talks about beachwalks. has to stare at him for a while before her brain replays what he said and smiles a little ]

I'm sure you do. But that's not the part I find interesting, like I'm sure the fact I like reading and whiskey is not the interesting part either.

[he may have left out a few necessary details, like how said marine's wife was killed by a demon and fell into a life of hunting and how dean and sam were subsequently raised into it. he may not have had a choice in the matter as a kid, but he grew into it, and now he can't imagine having any other life. he did try once.]

...Oh so you're a closet nerd?

[au contraire that is hilariously interesting]

[ she may not read his mind so she's still wondering. ]

[ slowly looks at him, an amused smile tugging at her lips. ] There's nothing in the closet when it comes to me. [ just a fucking pile of skeletons, shh. ]

[there's a little in the closet when it comes to him. ...yeah]

[eyebrows climb and mouth turns down, tilting his head back like he doesn't exactly know what to say to that right away. i mean, lesbians, awesome for one thing, but he's only run across a record screeching total of one in his entire personal career so the how to approach is still a little dicey. he doesn't mean to objectify you hel but come on you do it to yourself]

Yeah we- we all know. Especially hot boobscubus, right?

[he's teasing but there's a note of overprotective buddyzoned to it, because shacking up with something that survives off you is generally a slippery slope and he'd hate to have to fish her corpse out of the pussywagon]

[ yeah she knows. it's the whole being gay thing. though she has no business with it. ]

[ it's not objectifying if she wants it now is it? well okay it is but it's not bad because she knows what she's selling, she doesn't have any complexes about her appearance

tilts her head a little at him and just watches him for a moment. not about the whole deal that bo and her have their thing going on, whatever, but more about the fact that apparently he knows what she is and hasn't given her shit yet. she'd throw a pissy fight if he did, all things considered

then again she already had a Talk with her but that was because she almost sucked her life out that one time ]

Yeah, I guess. [ the question is there. like oh so you know about her whole succubus thing how does that make you feel ]

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[how do you think it makes him feel, dr phil. he's made no secrets about his monster distrust, but he's also not going to whack her on principle, just like the rest of the clawed and fanged monsterfest they have going on 24/7. in his experience, most monsters want to kill you, not be your friend. but this group seems to have found every single friendly monster in the entire universe, so as long as they keep their claws to themselves he's riding the wave]

How's that working out for you?

[there's a pause before he gets back to her with a question instead of an answer to her unspoken one, a lift of his eyebrows that communicates a general openness to the situation. it's a forced openness, like he's very not okay with it, because it's all very sam and ruby circa s4 and that ended pretty bloody for all parties involved. there's also the fact that he knows shitall about bo and her particular case of succubusness, and he wouldn't even begin to know how to put her down, so it's a good thing she's playing nice]

[ that's why she's surprised he didn't talk to her but then again he doesn't seem to have talked to the teleknisis boy either so maybe he is getting used to it. she is adapting very slowly to the situation on her own terms. she would definitely be all for shoot their knees, ask questions and kill them depending on the answers, but she's Better than that now (no)

arches eyebrows up at him with a tilt of her head and a smile ]

Do you want details? [ she got the message, but fucking with him is making her mood improve a little. so nice.

shakes her head before he pisses himself and holds a hand up ]

Don't worry about it.

[yes. yes he wants details. there's no internet connection in middle earth. what is he supposed to do for porn. he looks very receptive to this idea until she puts a hand up]

Don't worry about it even though I should, or don't worry cus there's nothing to worry about?

[he is attempting to approach this as delicately as possible because he doesn't intend to set her off. they seem to have an arrangement and an understanding, but he doesn't want to see her get taken advantage of by a sweet talking monster]

[ you know, she has kind of found out that sweet talking monsters are almost always human and she's not as worried about bo turning on her because if you're willing to admit you are a literal monster, you ought to admit you are a backstabbing bitch and bo is kind of the opposite so far ]

She's one of the good guys, regardless of her nature. So there's nothing to worry about. [ it's shit that she is though if she was a meaner motherfucker she probably wouldn't care so much ]

[nods, slow like he's accepting it, before clearing his throat as if to dismiss the topic and leaning over to tie his bag back up and pull it up with him as he rolls over onto his feet]

Okay. That's enough gossip girl. I gotta take a leak. You got first watch?

[ nods to him and gets up too, picking up her crossbow and bolts quiver, tying it to her waist ] Yeah, don't worry about it.

[ she's going to take a quick look around the opposite perimeter to check out if there's anything to be prepared for and also see if there's any signs of the other three. they better have not been captured. ]

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