001 / voice / backdated to... November 16th...

[getswhinedat]

[ Ah, the soothing sound of sarcastic and incredibly irritated southern twang? Okay, so your mileage may vary on that one, but it's too late now. ]

Well isn't this just a nice little vacation. Sure as hell am glad I didn't have anythin' better to be doing right about now. But I'd guess that's everyone's story around here, so don't expect any

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[paterelohim]

[...Can it be?
IT CAN. Oh christ they're SAVED.

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[paterelohim]

Yeah, that sounds about right. So I guess I should start at the beginning, huh.

[Hawkward. Why is his life so difficult. Time for a half-assed filter, he guesses.]

Uh... I'm a prophet whose visions come from Heaven- or, you know, the angels. In my time I've met Sam and Dean a couple times, and they've either threatened me with guns or asked for my help every time.

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[getswhinedat]

Don't worry. Happens to everyone. [ And that story is already basically really amusing him, beneath the level of "holy shit a prophet seriously". ]

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[paterelohim]

[Chuck laughs softly. Oh, Bobby, so together.]

No wonder everyone likes you.

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[getswhinedat]

You know how it is. Everyone just gets along with mean old coots.

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[paterelohim]

The whole "being reasonable" thing is a bonus.

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[getswhinedat]

Yeah, the 'being reasonable' thing is my favorite part. [ Entirely true.

Bunch of idjits who stab things the wrong number of times and can't get into a place to do their own research. It's madness. B| ]