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( damon salvatore | dark woods )
As much as Damon wanted to keep himself zeroed in on the goal -- get in, get out, get on with his life and get Katherine out of that fucking tomb, he had to admit. The doctor seemed fun, and there was no shortage of people worth looking into in this wood. So, instead of persisting further wasted hours in the library or around that useless arch, he'd taken to helping.
If only Stefan could see, how proud he'd be. Well, less proud when he realized Damon was still feeding on the locals, but the point remained. In fact …
It had been a while. He could feel it in his legs when he ran and in his mind when he tried to work those extrasensory abilities of his. He needed a new target -- one that wasn't going to scream in the journals as he'd heard Elle doing over whatever ridiculous injury she'd encountered. Honestly, he'd dealt with the drama, and in the end, when there were other options, it wasn't worth it for a meal.
Maybe it would have been smarter to feed before leaving to scour the deeper parts of the wood for the little lost moron that Meredith had lost track of. Hell, maybe he should have realized that as the woods around him grew darker, something was also very wrong in them.
But, he was Damon Salvatore. He could handle whatever was out there. He'd shown that much in saving Sam's ass, hadn't he?
( dean winchester | north wall )
There was one thing and one thing only on Dean's mind as he stepped out of the barracks' gate and began to follow the wall up to the northern end, and that was getting his hands on one of those goddamn fae. Not only were they, by all accounts and anything Dean and Des' combined vast experience could tell, entirely responsible for their presence there on a whole, but the bastards had gone Peter Pan on Castiel and as creepy as it was still for Dean to process that the angel had been sleeping at all, he'd wholeheartedly prefer to wake up to him being passed out than wake up to him being gone entirely.
Which was why he was going to do everything in his power to get his hands on one of those fairies and get him back. Well, preferably not everything in his power if he could help it -- the wounds of his round with Alastair were fresh enough in his mind that he couldn't help wondering if it might come to that. Did he even know how to torture a fairy? No. Not really. But, it couldn't be all that different from the basics, and he had that down to a tee.
It was pretty heavy shit to consider, drawing his expression into a heavy frown as he stomped his way over the roots and dirt of the uneven forest floor outside the barracks.
[ooc; both are OTA, but be warned that Dean will be trying to shut down every conversation that's not with Desmond or Jo down as quickly as possible since he's going to ... try and burn the forest down to lure out some Fae.]
( claire bennet | her cabin | locked to peter )
It wasn't that Claire wanted to tell Peter that Sylar was in the forest -- it would worry him and make him freak out and probably encourage him to decide that he needed to protect her, even though she was the only one of them with an ability these days -- but she needed to do it, and that was no secret. She'd put it off as long as possible, really, and after her chat with Ruby, she felt it was probably pretty important that she talk to him about it.
So, that was what made her decide to corner him after their makeshift excuse for breakfast. The storehouse was getting to that point again where it was low, and Claire was, quite honestly, not exactly that enthusiastic to begin with about it. It appeared that she was pretty capable of surviving without eating much, which was exactly what she'd begun to do, eating only when she was around Peter and he was too, just to make sure that he didn't realize she wasn't.
"If I tell you something, will you promise not to get mad?" She said it innocuously enough, seated on the floor of the supposed living room of their shared cabin, chewing on her bottom lip.
As much as Damon wanted to keep himself zeroed in on the goal -- get in, get out, get on with his life and get Katherine out of that fucking tomb, he had to admit. The doctor seemed fun, and there was no shortage of people worth looking into in this wood. So, instead of persisting further wasted hours in the library or around that useless arch, he'd taken to helping.
If only Stefan could see, how proud he'd be. Well, less proud when he realized Damon was still feeding on the locals, but the point remained. In fact …
It had been a while. He could feel it in his legs when he ran and in his mind when he tried to work those extrasensory abilities of his. He needed a new target -- one that wasn't going to scream in the journals as he'd heard Elle doing over whatever ridiculous injury she'd encountered. Honestly, he'd dealt with the drama, and in the end, when there were other options, it wasn't worth it for a meal.
Maybe it would have been smarter to feed before leaving to scour the deeper parts of the wood for the little lost moron that Meredith had lost track of. Hell, maybe he should have realized that as the woods around him grew darker, something was also very wrong in them.
But, he was Damon Salvatore. He could handle whatever was out there. He'd shown that much in saving Sam's ass, hadn't he?
( dean winchester | north wall )
There was one thing and one thing only on Dean's mind as he stepped out of the barracks' gate and began to follow the wall up to the northern end, and that was getting his hands on one of those goddamn fae. Not only were they, by all accounts and anything Dean and Des' combined vast experience could tell, entirely responsible for their presence there on a whole, but the bastards had gone Peter Pan on Castiel and as creepy as it was still for Dean to process that the angel had been sleeping at all, he'd wholeheartedly prefer to wake up to him being passed out than wake up to him being gone entirely.
Which was why he was going to do everything in his power to get his hands on one of those fairies and get him back. Well, preferably not everything in his power if he could help it -- the wounds of his round with Alastair were fresh enough in his mind that he couldn't help wondering if it might come to that. Did he even know how to torture a fairy? No. Not really. But, it couldn't be all that different from the basics, and he had that down to a tee.
It was pretty heavy shit to consider, drawing his expression into a heavy frown as he stomped his way over the roots and dirt of the uneven forest floor outside the barracks.
[ooc; both are OTA, but be warned that Dean will be trying to shut down every conversation that's not with Desmond or Jo down as quickly as possible since he's going to ... try and burn the forest down to lure out some Fae.]
( claire bennet | her cabin | locked to peter )
It wasn't that Claire wanted to tell Peter that Sylar was in the forest -- it would worry him and make him freak out and probably encourage him to decide that he needed to protect her, even though she was the only one of them with an ability these days -- but she needed to do it, and that was no secret. She'd put it off as long as possible, really, and after her chat with Ruby, she felt it was probably pretty important that she talk to him about it.
So, that was what made her decide to corner him after their makeshift excuse for breakfast. The storehouse was getting to that point again where it was low, and Claire was, quite honestly, not exactly that enthusiastic to begin with about it. It appeared that she was pretty capable of surviving without eating much, which was exactly what she'd begun to do, eating only when she was around Peter and he was too, just to make sure that he didn't realize she wasn't.
"If I tell you something, will you promise not to get mad?" She said it innocuously enough, seated on the floor of the supposed living room of their shared cabin, chewing on her bottom lip.