text; un impala67

[venatoris]

i've got no idea if this place has as much of a boner for offing us as the last one, but judging from the looks of it, i'm gonna go with yeah.

that said, if you're in trouble and you need a Hunter to come help kick some ass, ping me. if i'm close, i'll come.

[ look how benevolent, this is character growth™.

and now for some private messages; ]


private to ou!sam, au!sam, and au!cas--

sam, sammy, cas - i found the cabin. it looks different, but i can tell its ours. it's up in some district called ache - the impala's here, and so's bones and mr. ed. let me know if you need a pickup.

private to wanda maximoff--

hey. can i ask you a huge favor?

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text - UN: IceCream

[threelayers]

[She could swear that she'd seen that user name running around.]

So you're signing up with the hunters too?
Safe damned bet the Murderfest thing isn't even close to over, so if you need back up?
Call me crazy, but I've been itching for something to stab.

It'd take my mind off of things.

[venatoris]

It's what I'm good at, might as well capitalize on it.

Not crazy. Gankin' freaks is a good way to let off some steam.

[threelayers]

Don't I know that feeling.
Only damned thing I'm good at in this world is stabbing shit.
Might as well lean in and admit what I am in a useful way.

You know what? Already like you.
This place is bound to have plenty for us to shank.
Name's Neopolitan.

[venatoris]

exactly.

[ He gets that it a fundamental level, lady. Like soul deep, down to his bones he understands that sentiment. He won't voice it on the network or type it out for his family to see, but yeah. All Dean's good for is killing monsters, demons, things that go bump in the night - and making everything a whole lot worse (in one way or another) for the people around him. Just ask Cas how awesome his influence is. ]

Loads to like. [ what a charming asshole he is in deed. ]

I'm thinkin' so. My house got dropped right in the middle of Ache, so I imagine we're gonna have some problems.

Dean Winchester. There was another one of me runnin' around-- [ just to head off possible confusion] but I haven't heard a peep from him since I got here. Not sure he made it.

[threelayers]

Still figuring out the locations, but I'm guessing that's vulnerable.
I'm just getting shacked up somewhere in Gaze because it's close to some other people I know.
Probably want to invest in more than a few traps if you're in monster central.

Hah. Yeah. If you'd said that a year ago?
I'd have laughed in your face, but at this point?
Sure, why the hell not have two of you?

[Hey, maybe there was a version of her out there that didn't' fuck things up as badly as she had?]

[venatoris]

Kinda, yeah. Working on perimeter work, setting up traps like you said, stuff like that. Wards, if we can.

Don't be surprised if there's three. It wouldn't shock me.

[threelayers]

I'd stock up on this incense crap the Disciples are shilling.
Try not to buy into the hype when you do.
Those guys are crazy as hell.

Not sure who'd honestly worship these monsters, but apparently some do.

Heh. Thankfully I'm one of a kind.
Not too many pink-haired murder hobos with umbrellas out there.
The world's better off keeping me to one.

[venatoris]

Incense was a big deal in Deerington, right? Think I heard that somewhere.

Pink haired murder hobo, huh?

[threelayers]

Big deal during October, and this town's like October lite, so yeah.
You can probably find some of it in Cassandra, even if I hate that place already.

Heh, well go the pink hair.
Definitely lived plenty as a bum.
And I do what I'm good at.

So Pink haired murder hobo it is.

[Honestly, only she could find it funny that she legitimately matched that description.]