I'll tap into your strength and drain it dry...
[OOC: this is my post that will be open and slow timed for forever as I don't know how around I will be for awhile. I wanted a post open for anyone to tag cause I'll for sure get back to this, but will feel bad about tagging into anything new since I'm not sure how actively I can tag back in the coming week. So spam away! I can handle it.]
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If it weren't for the ten-feet tall monster she's currently chasing after with surefire determination, she'd have paid more attention to the fact Jane's coming out of the alleyway Jo's running past. The thing's fast and it's big. Must be a left over furry from the damn monster parade a week ago.
Jo does not pay much attention to the apology.
She also hasn't noticed who the woman in question is yet.
She orders a quick, "Duck," and then she's firing her shotgun again.
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Somehow it isn't surprising that it's Jo standing in front of her with a shotgun in her hand. She's more attractive with it in her hands. If there were more time, she'd wonder if this were somehow related to a penis metaphor and then hope that it wasn't.
After the gun has been fired, Jane stands again. There's a revolver inside, which she takes out. It's not as good as a shotgun, but it's easier to hide. There's a small sword in the purse as well, but she only likes working up close on something that's more human.
"Hello again," Jane says with a small smile, but that's about the whole of what she's going to say. From drinks to monsters, only in this universe.
There is a monster to deal with.
She starts after it, moving with the increased speed of a demon, but somehow managing to look poised and controlled while she does
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The one person in the past few years she's wanted to be viewed attractive by hadn't really given her the time of day. Jo's kind of reconciled with that fact.
Not to mention, something about this woman--demon-comes with a flare sign ( ... )
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She slips the revolver back into her purse and turns to look at Jo. One eyebrow raises, and an easy smile pulls across her face. Once again, it's sincere in its friendliness.
"Thank you for being aware enough to tell me to duck," Jane counters, walking over to the monster to have a closer look at the corpse. "Believe it or not, this is the first monster I've run into in Chicago. Do they all look so ugly?"
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The days feel a lot longer now that she's got something else to deal with, that being trying to control the shifting. The last really bad shift occurred after the disastrous journal network experience.
She was a cat for a full day.
Needless to say, Rachel needs coffee and Rachel smells coffee.
She smells familiar coffee and it leads her to the kitchen.
"Hey," she says, smiling at him in a bit of surprise. "What are you doing here?"
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There is a smile at seeing her. It comes automatically when it comes to Rachel Dawes, and it's fond and warm.
"What?" Robin raises his eyebrows at her, pretending to be offended and affronted. "I'm not allowed to visit?"
Yes, he just answered her question with a question.
He is a hobag after all. What more did you expect?
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When she doesn't, she lets the smile be tugged at the corners of her lips.
Rachel lifts a curious brow, leaning against the counter. The coffee really does smell good. She should play this nicely.
"Did I ever say you were not allowed?"
She'll answer his question with a question that leads back to her initial question. Ha.
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He smiles back at her. Even if she doesn't play nicely, he will give her a cup. As said before, he is feeling rather generous today.
"No, but it was implied that it's surprising to see me around," Robin says and then smirks at her. "Honestly. It's as if you think I can't be sociable."
Usually, he can't so he's walking himself in circles at this point.
"This place needs coffee, doesn't it?"
Robin pulls a mug down from a shelf, fills it with coffee, and slides it over to her.
"Would you like anything else? I'm a full-service man tonight, Rachel." And the smirk slides into a hobag of a smile as he waits, expectantly for any request that she might have.
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With three heads. One of which has smelled the angel blood and is barking crazily at it. The other two are more focused on taking down the monster. The normal dog has 42 teeth; two heads have 84 teeth, and that's quite a lot of teeth to bite off the head of a monster.
That third head is kind of a problem, though. It keeps wanting to go lick Danny because Danny's hurt, and distracting the other two heads from their task, who are determined to kill the damn monster.
So pretty much the giant puppy ends up in a tangled heap on the ground, two heads snarling and one just whimpering. It's a bit of a failed rescue, though the monster may be vulnerable to be killed now. Assuming Danny doesn't try to kill the giant three-headed dog first.
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It becomes clear kind of fast that the dog is actually helping him. This is... weird. There are few explanations for this.
The dog is actually a demon in which case, he'll have to clench down a surge of violence that comes with that knowledge. Or the dog likes him... for some weird reason. Maybe he smells good to the dog.
"Thanks, pup," he says, standing in attack mode again. Whoever it is, it pretty much saved his ass from further beating.
There's no time to worry about it at the moment. Danny picks up his sword again. His wings are spread out behind him, and he dives at the wriggling beast and shoves the sword into it. It's easier to do so when the beast is distracted by DOG.
It screeches.
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Like taking any unguarded food and running for it.
Chance is standing over Xander, hands balled up into fists, trying to gauge the situation. He hasn't noticed her yet. If she's fast, she can snatch the pizza and run. She doesn't mind eating on the way.
But stealing is wrong.
But he's clearly not eating it right now.
She makes a motion to dart in and grab the piece, but then pulls back and clenches her fists even harder, digging her nails into the palms of her hands.
She will. She won't. She will. She won't.
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"Uh..."
He sets the plate of pizza on the grass.
"Is everything okay?"
Please, let there be no impending apocalypses.
He does not want to deal with another thing just yet.
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Of course, last time, he was the one in trouble, but now seems like a pretty good time to return the favor. This monster doesn't look quite as unstoppable as the last one he and Danny took care of, but since there's a lot of - well, Dean guesses that's blood -, there's not a lot of time to think about whether the gun Dean carries with him will do a whole lot of good.
Mostly, he just points and shoots and hopes for the best. If nothing else, the sound will work as a decent distraction.
"Fancy seein' you here," Dean says over whatever noises the monster is making. Dean's sense of humor does not stop for flesh-eating monsters.
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All these monsters, he's still kicking.
The monster is making many unhappy, screeching noises. It's made more of limbs and mouth than torso.
"Yeah, fancy that," Danny agrees and smirks. He pushes himself up, keeping most of his weight on the good leg and picking up his sword.
The monster seems to be dying anyway. He shoves the sword into the mouth that bit him. "Bite on that," he says and then raises an eyebrow. "I come up with wittier shit to say to monsters when I'm not bleeding."
Loss of blood is the right excuse in this case.
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Dean grins at the lame pun; he's pretty sure if the guy can joke at all, it means he's probably not doing too bad. Except, Dean is always full of smartass remarks even when things are at their worst, so who really knows.
"I bet, man," he says, anyway and then with a look at Danny's leg he says, "Looks like that thing had you confused with snackfood." He steps over to his side in case his good leg doesn't hold up. "C'mon, let's get you out of here."
Before he returns his gun to his back pocket, he takes one more shot at the thing. You know, just in case.
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A little injury is not going to stop him.
Of course, he could be missing a limb and still would think of it as a little injury.
"Yeah, they all think I'm good to have before dinner," Danny says and then smirks triumphantly at the corpse... even if Dean is the one that was most responsible for its death. "Right about here, there'd be a witty line about causing indigestion."
He limps after Dean. There's some wincing, but not much.
"So... uh, thanks."
Danny is not the best at saying thank you. It's way too awkwardly close to real emotions for his liking, but he knows that it needs to be said, especially since he'd be dead or without a leg if Dean hadn't showed up.
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