2nd Release * Voice

[cry_reaper]

P-please tell me, is there anywhere in this City where people a-aren't killing each other?

All this d-death over and over and over is overwhelming me. I just saw the same person k-killed twice in less than twenty m-minutes and he just got up again. All those minds being forced in and out of my head...

...Is this what you people mean by curses?

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voice;

[shutupsammy]

That's what a curse is, ain't it? Some kind of appeal to some supernatural power or whatever to inflict pure goddamn evil on someone or something.

I think I can help you. I can't make no guarantees though. Your mind, I mean.

Re: voice;

[cry_reaper]

I have to be away from this...assault. I can feel the death and I'm absorbing...

I need this to cease!

voice;

[shutupsammy]

Believe me, I understand your...whatever. More than you probably imagine I do. This is not the first time I've met somebody with a psychic whammy laid on them.

But what's your opinion on, you know, magic?

Re: voice;

[cry_reaper]

If it stops me from having to fight for my own sanity, I don't care if it's drugs, magic, or a gun to my temple.

voice;

[shutupsammy]

Lady, I am not going to put a bullet in your head.

But I might be able to come over and make a room for you so that all of that can't get in, and into your head. If you can trust someone who doesn't have any respect for someone of your station.

Let me talk to my people and see if I'm right about this.

Re: voice;

[cry_reaper]

T-Talk quickly and you m-might get an apology after th-this.

voice;

[shutupsammy]

It's voodoo, baby. If we can keep Death out for a few minutes, I figure we can keep, you know, death out for a day.

It should work. After all, what's happening to you isn't part of the curse. It's all peripheral. So it should be able to be counteracted. Am I right?

Re: voice;

[cry_reaper]

You're asking me like I'd know? Until I arrived here I though magic was for fairy tales!

voice;

[shutupsammy]

Then if you don't know and I don't know, we're back to trusting me, okay?

I'll get my stuff. You give me an address. I can't say we'll get perfect results but...I know what I'm doin' by now.

Re: voice;

[cry_reaper]

[address sent]

It's the empty apart-apartment across from the one I'm in. I don't want to d-disturd Thomas' things.

voice;

[shutupsammy]

I'll be there. I gotta grab some things from a friend of mine.

[ooc: going to the grocer, but will be back soon if you'd like to log and not just assume. either is okay by me!]

Re: voice;

[cry_reaper]

Hurry.

[ooc: about to go to a meeting, but logging this could be interesting.]

action;

[shutupsammy]

Dean arrives shortly with a dufflebag thrown over his shoulder, full of, for once, very few weapons. Most of the contents are bags and jars and bladders and whatever else full of the things he thinks he'll need. Books with information, spells and other forms of protection. Some of it's his and Sam's own, some he's 'liberated' in a hurry from Bobby Singer or Ruby. In short, it's heavy, and makes a heavy noise when he drops it on the floor and reaches forward to knock on the door of the apartment he was shown the address to.

"It's Winchester. I'm here to...help or something. Anybody home?"

action;

[cry_reaper]

Mara managed to drag herself over to the empty apartment before she completely collapsed in its living area. Every death flooded her mind with memories, and every resurrection seemed to rip them back out. She'd never felt such mental agony. Talking on the device she'd been given helped her focus on what was hers, but it was slipping. She was no longer afraid of becoming someone else, she was afraid of becoming nothing.

The knock at the door pulled her out a bit, but she was so exhausted she couldn't move to open it. Weakly she called out.

"S'open."

action;

[shutupsammy]

The duffel is thrown back on his shoulder and Dean enters the apartment, squinting and taking in the sight of her, disheveled and clearly in pain, the kind of pain that wasn't quite physical enough to be agony. Despair, maybe. He's familiar with both.

He shuts the door well behind him and tilts his head to her.

"Anything we should do before I get started? Because if there's not...you look like I should get this offer with before you turn into a puddle of misery over there."

action;

[cry_reaper]

She looks up, her vision a bit blurry and winces as another set of memories rip through her mind. She hisses in frustration. The tension in her mind is incredible, she'd never, in her entire life, been exposed to this much death.

"No. Just d-do whatever it is you c-can do. I'm losing."