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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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[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]

[strangename]

I'm used to keeping my head low during stuff like this. I'll be fine.

[dices]

[ looks back at dean. he could use a gun if anything Bad happens

looks again at icarus and nods ] If you say so. [ pulls the safety off and looks at what dean's doing ]

[sawedoff]

[dude has no training he'd be more likely to shoot one of us on accident. communicates this with eyebrows. you know how it goes.

tosses junk back in bag and gets ready to go when he gets a read come on ladies]

Less than a days walk from here, let's get a move on. But we're gonna need a speed advantage.

[starts heading back towards bekmek]

[strangename]

[ he didn't even want a gun and now these two are talking about how he'd probably shoot himself on accident with eyebrowspeak? not that it's not true. because it is. ]

Horses?

[dices]

[ oh my god dean if you needed horses you could have told him and he wouldn't have sold them. they'd make up some excuse. ]

Where did you get the book?

[sawedoff]

[he didn't know when he'd need them. it's not a big deal though. they can hotwire themselves some sweet rides. i mean steal a donkey.]

Clara had it.

[it's not that he wants to lie to him he just doesn't think it's necessary to out constantine as a dirty backstabbing traitor bitch if he's not going to go through with it. which is what the whole point of this excursion is, to make sure he can't go through with it. and clara did have it, before she gave it to constantine.]

[scouts a stable on the outskirts of the city that's still quiet this time of morning. they could easily get in and out. operation MI horse stealing engage]

[strangename]

Oh.

[ checks to make sure no one's nearby ]

We're clear.

[dices]

[ stops for a second and frowns. old clara, he's assuming? so he... had it the whole time and couldn't have busted out earlier? he's not going to get hung up on it, but just finds it weird. doesn't say anything though, just keeps quiet.

sneaks in the stable, making sure icarus didn't miss a stranger in the middle of the mess, and nods

come here horsie. ]

[sawedoff]

[glances at nick because he feels the questions rolling off him but he's not going to offer it up, nabbing a bridle hanging on the stall before approaching his horse.]

[we meet again, nemesis.]

[no but he's gonna lead it away from the stable toward the forest with a saddle on his arm before trying anything because the last time he tried to crawl up on a horse he felt like a whale flopping onto the beach and he needs some space for this.]

[strangename]

[ glances at nick. then at dean. and gets up on the third horse. ]

[ it's a friendly donkey. he's good with animals. ]

[dices]

[ that's
that's great kiddo.

isn't very good with horse riding either and it's still an Uncomfortable crotch time, but at least he has enough arm strength to ungracefully haul himself up the freaking beast.

whenever u ready bro ]

[sawedoff]

Man.

[whining at his horse. fuck you both. he found a stump to stand on and manages to psych himself up after mumbling a 1, 2, 3... to himself, crawling up and over onto its back with an uncertain wobble when it takes a step to the right while he's still settling]

Where's Henry Ford when you need him, right?

[uneasy smile. trying to be a big boy about this but balancing precariously on a horse isn't helping his nerves. gives it a little kick and starts off in the right direction]

[strangename]

The... car guy?

[ thinks about it. cars would be more useful than horses, but less quaint. and less friendly. ]

Which way are we going?