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Day 55: Courtyard [2nd Shift]

Mar 13, 2011 03:55

After what seemed like an eternity of being amused, irritable, bored, in pain, in excruciating pain, and any combination of those, Guybrush was met by the same soldier who had led him to the cafeteria. He wasn't offered a trip to the Sun Room to check the bulletin board, but didn't push for it anyway. That would have been more walking, and moving ( Read more... )

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thatdemonbitch March 13 2011, 09:54:41 UTC

So much for staying out of trouble. Of course, when the angel decided to get involved and start chatting her up like he knew anything about anything, it was bound to come down to blow eventually, but hindsight told her she should have watched her mouth. And her hands. And, well, her temper in general. She hadn't needed to confirm anything that dick was saying because her actions made it clear enough that he was right.

But, that didn't mean Sam or Dean needed to hear anything about it. And as the soldiers ushered them less gingerly than the nurses ever had into the courtyard, she was determined to insure that they never did. Or at least that they got it in their heads that she was the trustworthy one and the supposed angel was off his fucking gourd. This whole thing was a complication she didn't need. If Ruby had it her way, they'd just call an embargo on this stupid war until they got Sam to get the hell out of there, but she had a feeling the self-righteous didn't make those kind of concessions ( ... )

theroadsofar March 13 2011, 16:51:04 UTC

Jesus Christ it was cold out. Almost balls-freezing cold ( ... )

thatdemonbitch March 14 2011, 03:14:25 UTC

The look on Ruby's face when Dean first approached acting as amiable as could be expected out of a hunter talking to a near-stranger could only be described as confused. And a little affronted, honestly, though the recognition he was looking for was definitely there as though somehow it explained her uncertain appraisal of his approach. Conceptually, knowing he was from a earlier time period and wouldn't jump at the chance to impale her was one thing. In practice? It was down right unsettling.

But she caught herself quick enough and the look shifted into one of understanding, like she was putting things together and realizing who he was. As if that recognition hadn't been there. She was gonna have to get better at tempering those sentiments and not getting herself caught out.

"Of course he did," she tried not to say it in too much of a way that indicated the level of familiarity she really had with Sam, but with a tone that undeniably indicated an amusement level that went along with comfortable friendship. "He's just ( ... )

theroadsofar March 15 2011, 03:17:18 UTC

Okay, "Sam fingered you" were three words Dean didn't ever need to hear.

...Even if he got what Ruby was saying.

At least Ruby seemed up to speed, even if it was really friggen weird to be introducing himself to her all over again. Now he was getting a feeling of what it was like when he'd run into Yuffie. He nodded as she checked his name, reaching out to take her hand in his and shaking it. Chick had a pretty good handshake, which he figured wasn't too surprising: hunters weren't the type of folks to give limp ones. Although getting called "you boys" made him raise an eyebrow in return, ‘cause last he checked, he wasn’t part of some dude harem here. Or whatever you called the guy version of a harem. It was one of those things he somehow hadn’t thought about much ( ... )

thatdemonbitch March 15 2011, 06:11:26 UTC

Her hand drew back at the same time his did, tucking back into her pocket as she shrugged her shoulders a little to try and create some friction within her jacket to warm up. This was weird -- Twilight Zone brand weird. Shaking hands with Dean, that was something she'd never seen coming. But if it kept her from having to watch her ass waiting for him to go all racist on her and accusing her of being the Big Bad, then far be it from her to complain.

Instead, she gave a wry laugh at his comment on the memory wipes. It was a little harsher than she'd meant it to be, mostly because she couldn't quite shake that bitterness -- demons weren't supposed to be mind wipe-able. They didn't even have real, concrete memories rooted up in their skulls to wipe. Not that she was neurologist material, but she was smart enough to get that.

"So, I'm not the only one. Good to know. Kinda does something for the old ego hearing the man in charge to the drop on you, too." Actually, it didn't do anything. Dean was a human, a moron, and a million ( ... )

theroadsofar March 16 2011, 19:57:17 UTC

"That's one way of looking at it," Dean said with a snort. The whole "well, at least I'm not singled out here" thing. “So you don’t remember anything at all from before? What about before you woke up here ( ... )

thatdemonbitch March 18 2011, 21:13:18 UTC

Before she woke up. Great. And that was supposed to help him how, exactly? It was that dangerous area between smalltalk and a subtle hunter-style interrogation that she knew she should be steering clear of. It seemed like she could get away with an innocuous enough answer, though, so she tried her best to keep it from delving into what she had been doing. Y'know, like choking him out and dragging the guy she and Sam had strapped to a freaking chair to post-possession therapy at the nearest hospital. Which, for the record? Not the cleanest place around.

"I remember before I got here just fine, but all the time I was apparently kicking around the Institute between then and three days ago is wiped clean. Somebody musta got inside my head." When they were bringing me back to life. The thought was still unnerving. Not exactly the part about Sam doing it anymore -- of course he had that in him, she was having a harder and harder time bringing herself to be surprised by that fact -- but by the fact that Landel had that kinda ( ... )

theroadsofar March 27 2011, 20:40:47 UTC

Dean studied Ruby. That was kind of a non-answer, wasn't it? Still, he hadn't been expecting her life story, either, or details like if the carpets matched the drapes (he bet they did though. Just sayin'). If she wanted to withold info and play the mysterious chick, fine. Whatever. So long as it didn't get Sam or him killed, he could live with it if he had to ( ... )

thatdemonbitch March 28 2011, 10:28:33 UTC

All right, it was official. Whatever this weird dimension was, it might as well have been the Twilight Zone, because Dean sharing any semblance of his plans with her was just too messed up for her to handle. Sure, it wasn't exactly like he was laying his roadmap out on the table for getting to where Aguilar or Landel might be spending their nights, but it was still more than he'd give her on a good day back in her portion of the timeline.

Augh. Time travel. The headache itself made her grateful it was the kind of crap reserved for things way stronger than she was even when she was chalk full of demon mojo. But in this case, there wasn't much complaining she could do about it, considering just how far in her favor it'd seemed to work out.

"Intercom system means they're broadcasting from inside the building somewhere. Not that it helps, with how tight the doors around here get locked. Even if somebody found the right office, getting in, we'd need a key, and I don't know about you but considering some of the crap I've al ( ... )

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