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[monkeycrap]

The sun rises and the forest is very quiet. No sign of the guards. Maybe Jakky and Jessica found out a way to distract them or maybe she just ate them all... you'll never know. That's good news so try not to dwell on it.

If you keep your eyes on the skyline you may notice a pack of crows flying past. When you travel the flora and fauna around you change like they should, but those damn birds are just here to stay apparently. Someone really paranoid might think they're following you, haha!

[ mission: move on. ]

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[strangename]

You look like you had a pretty bad day.

[ that's code for: can i blog about it ]

[sawedoff]

[do you need a code for no and if you do i'll bury you up to your neck in a hole in the ground]

I was working off the assumption that's pretty much every day here.

[raises eyebrows at him in an offhanded way and goes back to shoving things in his bag unceremoniously]

[dices]

Hey.

[ nods to dean and hoists his bag further up his shoulder ]

You okay, man? You look like you've seen a ghost.

[strangename]

[ checks the emf ]

... He hasn't.

[sawedoff]

[angles a look up at icarus with a raised eyebrow and an incredulous hand held out to accompany it to complete the circle of "really?"]

No, this is not my ghost face.

[gestures in a circle around his face demonstratively.]

Don't worry about it. [stuffs the last of his crap in bag and hauls it up]

[dices]

[ ... you two. it's a fucking expression. christ. he'll say the equivalent in mandarin next time

slips a hand in his pocket and tilts his head towards the group ]

You ready?

[strangename]

Are we moving on?

[sawedoff]

[straightens up and jerks his chin toward the rest of the group huddling together to get a move on]

Yeah, why don't you two go on, I gotta errand to run real quick. I'll catch up.

[dices]

[ tilts his head ]

Are you pulling another one of yours "do it alone" moments? [ we talked about this honey. ]

[strangename]

... He's not, because he won't be going alone. Not anymore.

[sawedoff]

Come on. Don't helicopter me.

[im a grownass man i'm allowed to have my sideplots. meem. adjusts bag in that restless way and gestures between them with a continuation of the really dude face]

[dices]

[ glances at icarus. that sounds like out of a dramatic adventure book, but at least he's got spirit

turns to dean and arches eyebrows. yeah really dude. ]

[strangename]

[ matches nick's eyebrow look to give dean the double effect ]

[sawedoff]

[long suffering sigh, looking between them like they're trying to get him to wear a dress or something instead of just asking to tag along]

Okay. Double mint.

[looks up at the rest of the group picking up and leaving them without care. feel the love, guys. well he was counting on that much anyway.]

Here's the deal. I got a lead on that Rumpel douchebag -- [looks at nick, because icarus has no idea] -- creepy uncle? I figure he's still got some coming to him, so I'm gonna take the shot while I have it. But he's no joke, so...

[you know, back out now or forever hold your peace. he does look at icarus now, especially, because he knows nick is usually in for a dime in for a dollar on this shit]

[dices]

[ his face drops suddenly at the mention of him and he sets his jaw, frowning. damn, dean, you were going after him without telling him? he wants to break every damn bone of his rackity old body, that sack of shit killed three of them and another guy

he turns to icarus and then looks at dean. it's not a good idea for him to tag along though ]

I thought he had left.

[strangename]

[ he's going to come. not because he's particularly fascinated by dangerous shit, or that he wants to get in a fight, but-- he wants to be of assistance. ]

How big of a deal is this guy? And why now?

[sawedoff]

[tilts head at him tiredly. he knows that face. the stubborn face of someone wanting to tag along because they have to feel useful, you know what those people get? dead. or damsel-maimed. do you want to be that guy? the damsel-maimed guy?]

Well let's just say the last time he showed his ugly mug he- [glances at nick guiltily. just for a second, before rolling his tongue against his teeth and turning back to icarus]- he did some damage to the group. Took out at least three of us, kind of a ritual sacrifice shtick. Trust me, bad news, don't wanna be there, so why don't you save us both the trouble and stick with the group?

[he doesn't mean to be snappily condescending, but worry and anxiety and a time limit on rumpels trail are a combination that makes dean a very edgy boy]

[dices]

[ he glances away, licking his lower lip when dean talks about the damage he did. he still feels guilty, deep down, about letting it happen and then going at dean like his fault was all his. but they're both in a better place now and if he can get some sort of revenge on that dick for having done that to them as a group, he will damn take it ]

He's right. [ he really would not want a kid involved in this ] You weren't even here. It's better if you don't come.

[strangename]

[ he's twenty, that's nowhere near being a kid. ]

You might need someone around who can be an impartial observer. You're both heavy hitters, and you were both affected by what this guy did. And we are wasting time debating this.

[sawedoff]

[youre practically young enough to be deans son. don't front. gives him a long look of that's a weak excuse and you know it before facing nick with a shrug, obviously reluctant but it's true that they're wasting time. he's not about to knock the little bastard out or hammerthrow him at the group, so aside from physically walking him over to the group and handcuffing him to someone else there's not much he can do to keep him from tagging along if he's going to keep insisting.]

...Fine.

[grumpy, leery, and tired all rolled into one word. he glances after the party that's long gone way down the road before dropping his bag back down, pulling rumpel's spellbook out of it and setting it on a tree stump open on the page for a tracking spell]

We got one shot.

[looks up at him in warning. they can only get the jump on him once, so if something fucks up they're all boned because of it... ie dont be the guy that screws it for everyone]

[dices]

[ they really should invest in handcuffs. next town he's going to buy shackles and chains to keep some people from marching towards their demise.

he looks at the book (it looks familiar) and nods at dean, putting his bag down next to his. he has shane's beretta tucked in his pants and keeps it there, just in case, desert eagle by his side ]

What's the plan?

[strangename]

[ icarus finally shuts up when he gets the hint that he's been allowed to stick around. he looks down at the book, wondering what exactly it could possibly say to give someone the key to killing people for power. on one hand, a book like that should be kept forever in a special library. on the other hand, it'd still be a good idea for dean to burn it when the revenge mission is done. ]

[sawedoff]

Find him, gank him. That's about as far as I got.

[pulls a what can you do face. at least they're on the same page re:book burning. speaking of pages, he rips a couple out of the back of the book to use in the spell, spreading a map of the area out on the stump next to it before running a finger down the page with the incantation, giving a shrug and starting to read aloud. he always feels like something out of the craft when he has to do this junk.]

[dices]

[ he has no idea what is going on because witchcraft is really not up his alley but he can manage the ganking part

pulls the desert eagle out and then looks at icarus ]

You have anything to protect yourself?

[sawedoff]

[are we arming everyone now, passing out guns like x at a rave. looks up mid-incantation still going to give him judgey eyebrows. the spells working, the paper he folded up is starting to drift toward a location on the map]