I've painted up my lips and rolled and curled my tinted hair

[pigeonsblood]

It hurts. Not that Ruby didn't expect it to; she made that knife herself, and she made it to hurt. She'd also entirely expected Dean to turn it on her as soon as he got through that door, but she didn't flinch. She'd done what she had set out to do; if Lilith could engineer her own death out of loyalty, her most loyal handmaiden could hardly do

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[precognitioning]

Yep. Because no one else is getting there first. Oh no.

Sam is...not on an even keel, far from it, anything but, and yet, and yet. Things have been...better-ish, and he's pretty sure Dean doesn't hate him irretrievably and forever, and you know, that's good? If he would just pick up his fucking clothes, though, seriously. Hands in his pockets and eyes angled downwards, he's wandering downstairs, actually considering getting some food for himself, and probably thinking about nice things (Guinevere, Dean, not dead-minced-murder-victims) but he definitely registers someone in the kitchen. And stops. Dead.

For a moment, his expression is just surprised. For a moment.

Then it goes cold-dead-flat and this is Sam from zero to homicidal in two point five and sure it's cliched but he doesn't have anything to say but "You."

[pigeonsblood]

For a moment, Ruby is every bit as surprised; she won't admit to scared and in any case she's had a bit more practise than Sam at not letting it show. She's suddenly really glad that knife is there; but she's not going to be first to draw it, oh no.

The expression that spreads over her face is one of sheer amused delight; there's even some real, rueful amusement behind it, because really? She's dead and there are STILL Winchesters all up in her business? Someone's idea of a grand cosmic black joke, for sure. Perhaps this is Lucifer's doing after all. Time will tell.
"Well spotted, Captain Obvious," she smiles, and as quick as if it were an actual attack, she reaches not for the knife but for a second drumstick. This she throws to him.
"Hungry?"

[precognitioning]

Oh fuck. Oh fuck fuck fuck. This is so much bad, for so many reasons, and Sam isn't going to think if there's something to her question that he doesn't want to be there because no of course not and why why can't one fucking problem just -stay dead because if she can be here maybe it's only a matter of time until-

(So that's Sam's headspace. His expression, however, remains blank. Except for a slight tightening of his jaw as he catches the drumstick and then lets it fall.)

"No. Get out. Actually."

He wonders if an exorcism would work here. It's definitely worth a try. "Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas-"

[pigeonsblood]

(THIS IS TRICKY BECAUSE SHE'S STUCK IN HER BODY HERE, BUT I DON'T WANT HER TO BE ACTUALLY COMPLETELY IMMUNE EITHER)

It doesn't exactly work; but it doesn't exactly not work, either. It floods up into her eyes and rises in her throat - it feels like the knife twisting, like the familiar sensation of being pulled out of her body; except it's like pulling on endless elastic. It's not coming free, and it's going to hurt even worse when he lets go; with luck, it'll snap back on him as well as her.

"Out to where, exactly?" she grinds out between the strands of pain; deep down, she's laughing at herself, at him: offer Sam a chance to expound and see if he takes it. Oh, we were well trained.
"Stop that before you break something, you moron." Whether she means herself or him even she's not certain.

[in_summer_leaf]

If Ruby happens to return to the kitchen later on, she will find Hisoka there.

When he comes in, he is still in his winter jacket. He stomped his boots at the back door, but they likely still have snow on them. He drops his satchel on a chair and starts to brew coffee. The scents of cordite and spruce wood linger about him, as he stopped at "the range" (a spot in the woods where many people target shoot) on his way home from his boatbuilding shed. He is whistling one of his soulful sea chanties while he works.

And he wouldn't mind company, demonic or otherwise.

[pigeonsblood]

Oh man, Ruby could really use some coffee after awkward encounter with the ex up there. She's always drawn to kitchens in any case, not to mention cute young men who smell nice and brew decent coffee.
"Man, that smells good," she says, with a soft little smile and a creditable shot at winsome.
"Got enough for a little one?"

[in_summer_leaf]

"Sure," says Hisoka, turning around to see an attractive woman as short as he is giving him a sweet, slightly manipulative smile. But the smile's okay. He's partial to people of either sex who have spirit.

"Please, sit down," he adds. He pours her a cup of the fragrant brew. "You're new here?"

[And I forgot to mention he's carrying around all his previous game history, so he is a shinigami and a reborn soul and a naga (merman, with a bit of Lake God), and his exact energies vary from day to day. Today, he's radiating all three. What he picks up from Ruby, if anything, depends on what you want to do.]

[pigeonsblood]

She holds the cup almost reverentially, breathing the velvety acrid steam - partly out of pure sensuous pleasure, and partly to give herself thinking room. This isn't the ordinary young man she took him for at first glance, and her second glance is both keener and less calculated.

"I am," she says, and sips her coffee. "Thank you. So - what is this place, exactly?"

[sandman_slim]

Stark isn't one for much company, unless he's actively seeking it out, but he's not about to hide away in his room or the bar. Had enough of that, thanks.

The half-angel monster killer is currently smoking a vile cigarette on the porch, a bottle of beer resting on the porch railing beside him. Not a bad day really. Maybe he could go for a walk or something. Wonder what Brienne's up to...

To someone who knows or can sense such things (and we're thinking a demon would be around the top of the list of those that can), Stark is ... Something Else. Just enough human to overlay the angel and the smell of Hell that still clings to him no matter what he does to try to get rid of it. The Key and the Na'at still being in his possession probably don't help.

In his own canon, Stark is the monster under the bed for demons and Fallen. Even Lucifer is a bit wigged out by him. Up to you though how you want Ruby to react. ^^

[pigeonsblood]

The scent that drew Ruby out here certainly isn't that of the smoke, though she couldn't have put a name to it before seeing him. Even now she's not sure exactly what it is she's seeing; only that if she were a ferret her tail would be bottlebrushing right about now.

She doesn't take a step back, rest her hand on her knife for reassurance or any of the things her gut wants her to. She's here, and this creature is here, and maybe they can be useful to each other; she's certainly going to work on that assumption to start with, anyhow. She leans on the porch railings, only just close enough for conversation, and doesn't stare.
"Hey there," she says, with backing it up with a confident, friendly smile. "...Do I know you from somewhere?"

[sandman_slim]

Stark glances at her and, despite mentally being on sudden high alert, the only sign of his caution is to straighten up a bit and take another drag on the smoke.

"Depends." He returns the smile, though the scars on his face make it look a bit less than friendly. "How long have you been topside?" He can smell it on her, in a round about way, though he doesn't recognize her personally.

Then again, with demons, putting a name and a face together is a lot harder when the face is human.

[pigeonsblood]

Ah, so we're not going to pretend to be human; Ruby can work with that. Might be a nice change. She grins; it's prettier than Stark's smile, though not necessarily any friendlier.
"Few years. Mostly. Working," she says, which is as much detail as she's going into before knowing where he stands. "You?"

[cute_shinigami]

If she ventures upstairs, she might find an attractive young man with violet eyes, carrying a rug along a hallway, possibly not quite looking where he's going. "Whoops! Sorry about that! I think I got a little lost in my own thoughts," he says, stepping aside.

(In canon, Tsuzuki is a somewhat like a Reaper, but a kindly one. And there's hints in canon that he might be partly descended from a demon or a fallen angel. Headcanon has him pegged as part Watcher angel.)

[pigeonsblood]

By this time someone's probably told Ruby how she can pick out a bedroom, so she's upstairs being nosey looking for a nice unoccupied one. She's still on high alert herself - it's like Old Home Week in here with demons and Winchesters and whatnot, and she fully expects someone to jump her any minute, if not necessarily with a rug. So she avoids actually being walloped with it.

Irritation flickers across her face, but oh so briefly; Ruby's on best behaviour here, so her watch it, dipshit remains unspoken. Instead she laughs and helps, if necessary, to steady the young man's unwieldy burden.
"No harm, no foul." She considers making a crack about how convenient a rolled-up rug is for hiding the bodies, but decides against it; for all she knows, the violet-eyed man is doing just that, and calling him on it would just be awkward. She grins and substitutes something more graceful. "Penny for them?"

[cute_shinigami]

"Ahh, I'm furnishing an office and I was thinking about some of the cases we'd been covering recently," he says. "Thanks for the help: I'm Asato Tsuzuki. You new here? I'd recognize a pretty face like yours." He miiight sound a little flirtatious on that bit, but there's a boyish awkwardness about it.

[pigeonsblood]

Flirting she knows what to do with; her lips twitch into a gentle, almost shy version of her best demure smile. Ruby can do demure like nobody's business.
"I just arrived today, yes. Everyone's been so kind." This is even more or less true, and she follows it up breathlessly with a question.
"Office? Cases? What is it you do?"

[scalpedsociety]

Aramat always has time for pretty ladies. (Yes, that means exactly what you think it means.) She'll just reading now in the main room, reading (ironically enough) 'Paradise Lost' by this fellow named John Milton. She's a tiny little thing with messy brown hair and empty hazel eyes. But perhaps Ruby might sense a growing hint of something else.

Something familiar.

Aramat is a human but is a familiar of sorts to a highly powerful demonic witch in her world and has been to hell. She also happens to hear the thoughts of this witch nearly all time. Just giving some background here. ^_^

[pigeonsblood]

Ruby is curious as a cat about everyone here right now, but it's not only that that draws her to the waifish girl with the ponderous-looking book. Her first, visual impression suggests the kind of unbalanced, hungry vulnerability that's like free candy to demons, so of course she comes close enough to check out the book for conversational openers.

It's the book that gives her her first double-take; because she knows it, of course she knows it. Paradise Lost came out long after Ruby's human lifetime was over, but it was a sensation among those consigned to the Pit. Like Twilight, only much, much better. Her sudden smile of enthusiastic pleasure is entirely unfeigned; the whiff of ...something else that hangs about the girl makes it just a shade wider.
"Ooh, I haven't read that in years. You liking it?"

(The typist knew of Paradise Lost but had not actually read it, and is now skimming reading it in another tab because her character fangirled it with such enthusiasm. THANKS.)

[scalpedsociety]

If there's anything Ruby's canon has taught this typist is that the Supernatural loves insane people. (Or loves making people cray, it's a mutual affair.) Aramat is no exception here.

Of course Demons like Paradise Lost, one recommended it to her. She looks up at Ruby, a pretty woman with a full, kissable mouth? Lets talk now.

“I do... I though I wouldn't like it, but I do.” Isolde may be a total bitch, but she has good taste in literature.

I always wanted to read it myself. And Paradise Lost=Demonic Twilight is the best fanon I've ever heard. XD Is it?

[pigeonsblood]

"I've heard that before." And not always about Milton, but Ruby doesn't specify that. For now she only leans in closer and quotes, softly.

"All is not lost; the unconquerable Will,
And study of revenge, immortal hate,
And courage never to submit or yield:
And what is else not to be overcome?"