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[curseshit]

You broke the curse! Or well, the weird spanish guy doing magic is on that right now, finishing it up, but the group should be fine. Or fine and fine.

The townsfolk is as confused as you are. Some of them have been under the spell for years. The guards are giving up their weapons as they realize they don't want to fight for this guy. It was all for the money. He used them. If you want to question him while he's still alive you better keep him safe inside the church.

[ mission: deal with the post-traumatic stress. ]

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[recurred]

[well i didnt do anything traumatic than let constantine touch me maybe once]

[she'll just focus on tracking down their gear that people haven't found just yet]

[crotchbite]

[ walks over to her with the winchester back in her hands. not the dean winchester. the gun winchester. ]

Have you found the compass yet?

[recurred]

[drops another bag of stuff along with the pile she's made]

No, but Marge is next on the list. No sign of the map, though I swore I'd have seen it in town hall. Did one of us snag it already?

[crotchbite]

[ watches the pile. this is not safe, we had grenades in the mix ]

How is a blind woman a klepto is beyond me. [ how ridiculous can a town be. you know, besides being named apfelstrudel. raises eyebrows at it and narrows her eyes, turning her head to the general direction of the town hall ] It was definitely there. I hope one of us grabbed it.

[recurred]

[its not a literal pile hel, she's not an idiot]

I guess we find the compass, we find the map anyway.

[easy peasy]

[fixes her hair back as she sits back up. ready to take on the marge]

[crotchbite]

[ u said pile i assumed pile but if its not disregard that i suck dicks

tilts her head like yep ]

Somehow I would not be surprised if she had most of our shit. [ how useless can you be as a merchant, august, god damn ] Are you okay? [ from the constantine thing and the general wackiness ]

[recurred]

[august is primarily a failure, really]

[stops briefly to consider the fact that Hel of all people is asking if she's all right. not that it's a bad thing, she's just surprised to hear it from the pin up bitch queen rather than anyone else first. i thought you weren't supposed to care. maybe that was just me.]

Yeah. [with an accompanied nod] All considering, I didn't have it as bad as some others.

[crotchbite]

[ yeah she might be caring a little bit. a TINY bit. after being exposed to these fuckheads for so long she may have started to care a little bit. it's probably the longest she has been with the same people in her adult life that aren't her superiors or whatever

don't get your panties twisted. it's just a bit. baka ]

Tell me about it. I think the fucking witch poisoned me. [ tried to kill her tho isn't accounting it for it. hers was justified ] I don't know if Killian and August can bounce back.

[ haha. bounce. ]

[recurred]

[from what i hear, they were frenemies anyway. or hook was lying to her face. could be either or both]

Are you okay? [like a 'seriously?' tone as she looks her once over. how you feelin' gurl]

[crotchbite]

[ one thing is being a frenemy the other is fucking each other. #dickstuck ]

Nothing I can't handle. [ waves her hand dismissively. she'll throw up in morrigan's hair later or something. it was a small portion since they were under the spell and she was probably aiming for a long term slow death kind of thing ]

[recurred]

[if you say so]

[rounds about to the back of marge's house, knowing she's not home she saw her rolling around the sheriff's station trying to establish town loyalty. no one cares marge]

They seemed to be really gearing for bad day telly. It's surprising no one got cancer or amnesia or nearly died.

[crotchbite]

[ steps over some creepy old down and makes a face of disgust at this shitty place ]

Don't touch anything pointy, I guess. [ might have some muppet aids. not that there are many muppets around but w/e ]

[recurred]

[oh man she was a hoarder wasn't she]

Oh this is wrong.

[just wrong]

[slowly edges over a tetris pile of unwashed pie tins to crack the window]

[crotchbite]

Out of everything, this is wrong? [ quirks up eyebrows

uses the shotgun to push aside piles of stuff and things, making sure nothing that belongs to them is under all this shit. ]

This is just ridiculous.

[recurred]

It's more like a cherry on top of a sundae of wrong.

[wades after her into the next room and breaks off a candle that's been burning for ages it's been properly fused to the table]

[crouches down to inspect a shelf of random junk picking through it as she goes]

[crotchbite]

[ expected a raccoon to leap at them but she's glad to be wrong

browsing through all the crap only because she has her leather gloves on or she wouldn't be touching any of this junk. there's more stuff than space in here ]

Lovely. [ pushes aside a dead rat with her boot ]

[recurred]

[ew.]

[pulls out an old helmet full of cellphones and picks out the ones that look more familiar]

At least there seems to be some method to her madness.

[some is really pushing it, but whatever]

[crotchbite]

[ does a doubletake and walks over her, pulling a cellphone out ]

How are there some many of these in here?

[recurred]

[shuffles them frowns]

About a dozen.

[guess they weren't the first but certainly they'd be the last]

[stuffs the others into her bag and continues combing through. gathering the puzzle box, a canteen, and a flashlight]

[sawedoff]

[kicks a stuffed rabbit that makes a sad squeaky noise out of his way and climbs under a low hanging de-constructed bedframe to get to them. makes enough noise they would hear him coming at least]

Hey ladies. [makes a face at something on his shoulder and brushes it off. don't even want to know what that was. marge you disgusting slut.] --Find anything? Other than the sad outcome of serious HSN addiction.

[recurred]

[makes a face at anther dead rat, slowly putting that box back down nope]

A few trinkets here and there, but no overwhelming success just- [oh my god what is in that jar]-horror.

[help a girl up she doesnt want to touch anything more than necessary]

[sawedoff]

[what you never seen pickled oh my god?? leans away from it with a yeesh face and shakes his head, pushing a moth-eaten curtain out of his way to help her up over pile]

I feel like I'm gonna get at least three kind of -itises just by settin foot in here. Bitch was a serious klepto.

[hey hel. how's it going.]

[inenochian]

[ this house definitely requires a good smiting. ]

[ tempted to wait outside while the humans go fish. ]

[ whatever was in that jar deserves a burial. ]

[recurred]

[tries to find some stable floor beneath papers and god knows what else and makes sure she's nice and steady before letting go of him]

I haven't even made it to the other rooms, but I'm fairly certain the compass is here somewhere. [and her mother's ring, but that's a personal quest]

[sawedoff]

[continues making god why faces as he turns in a semi circle to survey the ravaging effects of aging kleptomania. his kingdom for a sars mask. picks a direction and starts combing through crud for any sign of their stuff at her behest, calling back as he searches]

Most of our stuff was in the pawn shop before it got whored out. Did you check the sales records yet?