A Junkyard Dog ((application, Bobby Singer, Supernatural))

[junkyard_hunter]

The first thing he realized was that he had a screaming headache. It wasn’t the kind that was brought on by spending too much time drinking, or even getting cracked on the head. The second thing was that his cheek was resting on something cool and hard. Stone? What the hell?

The hunter’s eyes snapped open and he pulled himself to his feet.

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[g4llows_c]

Humans, as a rule, did not impress Terezi. This guy, however, seemed like he might actually last more than a few minutes on her home planet, which was more than she could say for just about anyone else she'd met.

Well, either that or he'd get himself killed even more quickly because he assumed he knew what he was dealing with. She supposed that was possible, as well.

Anyway, someone that looks a lot like a lanky thirteen-year-old girl with gray skin and horns approaches Bobby, grinning and showing quite a lot of very sharp teeth. "From what I've met so far, 'not useless' is kind of the exception to the rule," she comments.

[junkyard_hunter]

Bobby grunted, eyeing the.. (girl?) carefully. He had seen very dangerous things in smaller, cuter packages before. And because said packages were dangerous, he would have to be careful.

"Then why ask the question? I've met my share of damned useless people, but they were the ones that thought they were oh-so important. Like most angels," he cited, watching her for the slightest reaction. "All talk about some "great plan" but in the middle of real trouble? They won't do shit."

All but one angel, anyway.

[g4llows_c]

"Angels? Those're the big old bird-winged demons, right?" Yeah, Terezi isn't so up on human mythology, and troll culture doesn't really have an equivalent. Also most of her knowledge of comparative religion comes from talking to a Juggalo. "From what I'd heard, those were the ones the universe used when it actually wanted to get shit done."

[junkyard_hunter]

He snorted, "Something like that. The universe might want to use them to get shit done, but they don't give a damn who they destroy in the process. Most of 'em are sanctimonious bastards. You want something done right? You come to a regular ol' human."

"But you ain't exactly human, are you?"

[joachim_armster]

"Demons, ghosts, hellhounds, vampires, angels," Joachim repeated, an amused lilt colouring his vaguely European accent. "Why, that's half of the student body and faculty here-and let's not forget the dragons. I should like to see one of these hunting trips of yours."

Joachim was among that esteemed company, but was likely to be misidentified in his current form-that of a horse-sized, silver-furred Warg. He'd enjoyed playing up the 'hellhound' angle with Batiatus, and thought nothing of misleading another. Besides, a giant wolf just looked much cooler than his bat or inhumanly pretty humanoid forms did, since virtually everyone at Hogwarts was inhumanly pretty if they were bipedal. Tough crowd to stand out in these days.

He paced around the man at a fairly respectable distance, his unusually long canine teeth bared in a wolfish grin. "The odds aren't in your favour, Hunter. But don't let that discourage you..."

[junkyard_hunter]

Bobby leaned forward slightly, balancing his weight on the balls of his feet, his mind racing. It was too big to be a werewolf. The accent was European.. when in the blue fuck did they learn how to talk? None of his books mentioned the damn things talking. He returned the wolfish grin with one of his own, slowly pivoting to keep his eye on it. “Never has in the past, furball. I’ve gone up against ‘em all and I’m still standin’.”

Anything that could have penetrated the powerful warding magic on his house was enough to make Bobby worry. And when he got worried, he tended to get pissed off. He gripped the silver mirror, prepared to use it as a weapon if necessary. And what are you talking about anyway? Where am I?”

[joachim_armster]

"Furball. How dreadfully original," Joachim replied dryly. "I'll hope your skills are a bit sharper than your wits if you plan to do any hunting here." As Hogwarts threats went, Joachim was downright benevolent compared to some of the other nasties-unless provoked or very bored, in which case he knew of some pretty creative torture methods using his psionic abilities alone. Wouldn't do to get his own hands dirty, after all. But he was neither at the moment, and in fact liked when people had the fortitude to stand up to him.

"Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry," he answered, "ostensibly a school to learn magic at, in reality a 'haven' run by an enchanted, talking hat, for misfits, monsters, perverts, murderers and rapists. The human population here is certainly included in that, I'll have you know," he said with a disdainful sniff. "You'll also find it exceedingly difficult to actually exterminate anyone on school grounds, but by all means, do your worst. Livens the place up. We do have our share of resident pests, those wee

[junkyard_hunter]

He ignored the snide remark. It wouldn't do to get distracted.

"Do you even know what a Hunter does, Marmaduke? They protect people. They protect 'em from vampires that treat people like cattle, from ghosts that want to pull 'em to the other side, or from demons who want to see an end to the damned world. Any Hunter worth his salt don't go out on exterminatin' jobs just for the sake of wiping stuff out."

Bobby snorted, "'sides, I already know magic. And what do I call you? Fenrir? Skoll? Hati?" It was a crapshoot to see if he was one of the Nordic wargs, but he wanted to see if he reacted to one of the names.

[edomedpeddler]

"This one has found obsidian to be more useful as a mirror," Kusuriyuri replied. On his back was his case. He'd been intending to head to the forest to harvest more when the applicant's answers attracted his attention. He tilted his head slightly. "Though, it would depend on what responds to you and what the mirror is for." His head straightened. "Though, this one would be interested in Enochian warding. He is unfamiliar with it."

[junkyard_hunter]

Bobby shook his head, “Never had much luck with obsidian, chips too easy and my scrying sucks. A silver mirror gives a little extra punch to a warding and you can use it to smash the face of a shapeshifter or anything else that don’t like silver.”

“It’s fairly complicated, but it’ll keep out any demon or it’ll keep you off demonic and angelic radar. If you’re good enough, it’ll do all of the above. You got much experience with warding magic?” He had been pretty good with Enochian wards and that was before Castiel had given him a crash course in the seriously advanced stuff. The angel was an odd one, but Bobby wasn’t about to turn away a chance to protect himself or the boys.

[edomedpeddler]

"This one is an exorcist," Kusuriyuri replied. "He exorcises mononoke." He tilted his head slightly. "Wards are a part of that." He stepped forward a little. "These wards of yours, they would block all demons from knowing, or just some?" he asked.

[junkyard_hunter]

He blinked, "You've taken on yokai? Damn, my mistake. Yeah. Enochian wards are set to block any evil demon. Add in a well-placed devil's trap and you can make damn sure they ain't gonna cause you any trouble."

"There a problem with demons 'round here?"

[rat_bstrd]

Rat moved in carefully, unsure how the guy would take some punk kid showing up. In truth the guy reminded him of a friend of his, a tattoo artist.
"Hey" he ventured. "Good thing you got that experience. Most people who come here aren't as prepared. They freak out."

Oh yeah, he was totally going to try to mooch some holy water.

[junkyard_hunter]

Bobby had a soft spot for punk kids, especially those who had a rough time of it. Hell, that's how he fell in with the Winchesters in the first place.

"Yeah? You wanna tell me what we're up against? Ghosts? Demons? That damn Trickster?"

[rat_bstrd]

He didn't seem hostile. Good.
"There are different things here. Vampires for one. I saw them advertising for a group. Don't know if that's for real or just a bunch of fake-fang wearers trying to sucker people." Rat neglected to mention that his own sister was a vampire fangirl. "There are dragons in the woods, though."
He thought about mentioning the hat, but decided it wouldn't help his cause to sound batshit insane so early on.

"I could really use some holy water, though, just in case. Tell you what, man. If you've got any extra, I'll vote you into whatever house you want."

[junkyard_hunter]

"Dead man's blood or a swift decapitation is how you deal with vampires. Holy water just gets 'em wet and probably a little pissed."

He pulled a silver flask from his pocket, unscrewed it and took a sip before offering it to the kid. The strong tang of whisky wafted his way. Bobby cocked his head, "Extra? Hell, get me a decent holy item and I'll teach you how to sanctify your own. Every decent Hunter learns the basics before his first job."

[ringo_raver]

"HAHAAHAHHA! Oh that's a good one!" Ryuk said, laughing in midair. "He thinks the apocalypse is happening!"

[junkyard_hunter]

"I don't think it's happening, idjit," he grumbled. "I know it's happening. Last of the 66 Seals was opened, Lucifer broke out of prison.. pretty much Endgame in most people's book."

His eyes narrowed, "What the hell are you anyway?"

[ringo_raver]

"HAHAHAHAHA! Stop, stop, you'll make apple go up my nose!" Ryuk said, snorting. "Apocalypse. How silly! Then where would we get our humans?"

[junkyard_hunter]

Scowling, Bobby flicked a chunk of said apple off his shoulder.

"The Apocalypse ain't no joke, Chuckles. And I don't know of a single demon that gives a damn about humans in the first place. They just want to undo creation."