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[witches_hammer]

"I'm leaving. Anyone want to stop me?"

The crowd parts, black eyes and smirks… you're dead, bitch, and she files past them all, dagger at the ready, heels clicking on asphalt. This is the way the world ends, she thinks. But they had it all wrong, this is the way the world ends, with a bang, not a whimper, every last soul sucked into hell, and she'

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[weary_head]

There'd been a moment when Dean had wondered, watching her drag herself out of the sea and onto land, shaky as a newborn foal - there'd been a moment he'd wondered if it was really Ruby and not just a girl who looked like her.

And then she opened her mouth, her familiar smirking drawl cutting too close to home for her to be anybody but what she was, ex-witch and now, ex-demon.

"You're telling me, sweetheart," Dean said, pulling out his .45.

[witches_hammer]

"So, you've moved onto sweetheart now? How cute," she muttered, picking seaweed out of her hair and letting it plop to the sand and squish under her boot. It was a little slow to come to her, thoughts jumbled up in a way she wasn't used to, couldn't quite put her finger on it -- weird sort of interference -- but when it did, her lips stretched into a slow, bemused grin, "Didn't I just leave you two knuckle-heads for dead back there? Neat trick."

[weary_head]

"Me? Check out early and waste this fine packaging?"

Beneath his easy smile Dean was wondering from where and when Ruby had come, but if Bela had taught him anything beyond a new aversion to French perfume, it was to keep his cards close to his chest. "How's that saltwater tasting?"

[witches_hammer]

"It's not half bad. You should try some."

Lately, her whole world might've revolved around the Winchesters, but right then her patience with the whole witty banter thing was wearing a little thin. She was already trudging past him, eyes flickering to the gun in his hand before she turned to peer into the darkness of the jungle.

"You can put your little toy away now. I mean, don't you get tired of the same song over and over? You call me a damn demon, you wave a gun in my face, I save your life... on a loop."

Was that a parrot?

[loaded_wolf]

Angua knew from experience how painful it was to almost drown in that damn ocean, so her expression was solemnly sympathetic as she crossed her way over to the other girl.

It was the blood that made gave her pause. As far as Angua could tell, there wasn't a serious wound on her.

"Are you hurt?" she asked, the small hairs on the back of her neck standing on end.

[witches_hammer]

Ruby chose her interactions carefully. She spoke only to those she needed to, flitting in and out of the Winchester's lives as she saw fit, keeping her contacts to a select few. The most important. Most useful.

This situation was a little new.

"No. It's just a little scratch," she said, wiping at the grace on her brow, dried blood smearing down her temple.

[loaded_wolf]

Angua's head cocked to the side, just a little, assessing.

She was probably new, and Angua replied while running on that theory, "My name's Angua. This is probably not where you want to be right now. This being a magical island outside of time and space."

[witches_hammer]

There was a long moment where Ruby was silent. Unblinking, mirroring the other woman's calculating stare.

The laughter started in her chest, rolling up in low, husky waves, breaking free unguarded. It wasn't that the woman's story was so fantastical, she just couldn't believe she'd been stupid enough to loose herself so completely.

"Oh, that's perfect. Really. Cherry on top of a truly swell day, thank you."

[itrynottolisten]

So that's what it looked like when someone almost drowned. No wonder everybody looked so terrified when she almost did. At least this chick was able to save herself, unlike Lois.

"Jesus, are you okay?" Lois asked as she quickly jogged over to the blonde girl. She hoped she was okay. Lois's medical skills weren't too sharp.

[witches_hammer]

"Jesus doesn't have anything to do with it," she said, spitting salt water at her feet and picking a blob of seaweed from her hair, a bubble of manic laughter catching behind her teeth. "Really not involved. Trust me."

[itrynottolisten]

Lois grinned. She didn't know what was so funny but laughter was always good. "Good, your sense of humor is in tact. That means you're okay. Or you have a concussion. You don't think you have a concussion do you?"

[witches_hammer]

"Well, I'm hallucinating. That can't be good," she muttered, rubbing the side of her head and trudging toward drier sand.

"I'm fine. I just... took a wrong turn somehow."

[steel_singer]

When Bobby'd seen the girl comin' outta the ocean, coughing and sputtering, he'd rushed forward to help her - and then stopped when he drew closer and realized who it was. That one could take care of herself just fine.

The Colt was a familiar weight tucked into the back of his jeans, and Bobby remembered the last time he'd seen her, just before he'd come to the island. "Well lookee here," he said dryly, the faintest of smiles playing at the corners of his mouth. "If it ain't a demon in paradise."

[witches_hammer]

Arms hanging at her sides, she knew she could draw faster than he could, if it came down to it. She knew it wouldn't. She may have been a demon but she wasn't an idiot. Now wasn't the time to make his trigger finger itch.

"What, you think we don't get vacation hours too?"

Ugh, there was something swimming inside her left boot.

[steel_singer]

"Don't think you've ever had a vacation like this, Ruby," Bobby answered, keeping his eyes on her and his hands where she could see them. "Welcome to Tabula Rasa."

[witches_hammer]

"You're kidding, right?" she said, hands going to her hips and her brow arching, hair still hanging limp, soaked to the bone and she still managed a smirk. "The Blank Slate? That's a little cheesy, don't you think?"