𝐼𝑛 𝐻𝑒𝑙𝑙, 𝐼'𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑎𝑛𝑦 ( open )

[righteously]

Who: Dean Winchester & Open.
When: April 1 - early May.
Where: Aquila; Cadens; The Horizon;
What: Demon shenanigans part 1 — featuring hobo'ing through the Horizon, hiding out in Aquila, and then returning to the Free Cities.
Warnings: Rated R for sexual content, demonic violence, psychological abuse, and suicidal ideation.

𝐻𝑒𝑙𝑙'𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑠, 𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑠-𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑠, 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑐𝑘𝑠 𝑚𝑒 𝑜𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑠
𝐼𝑡 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛'𝑡 ℎ𝑢𝑟𝑡, 𝑓𝑙𝑖𝑟𝑡, 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑠𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑟𝑡, 𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑑 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑟𝑡, ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑒 𝑜𝑛 𝑎 𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑒
𝐴𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝐼 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑒𝑒 𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑠, 𝑖𝑛 𝐻𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝐼'𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑎𝑛𝑦
𝐷𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝑔𝑜 𝑛𝑜 𝑓𝑢𝑟𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟
𝑃𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑑 𝑜𝑓, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑔𝑢𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑟
𝑃𝑢𝑠ℎ, 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑣𝑒, 𝑎 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑏𝑟𝑢𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑
𝑂ℎ 𝐿𝑜𝑟𝑑, 𝐼 𝑎𝑖𝑛'𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢
𝑀𝑦 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒'𝑠 𝑎 𝑏𝑖𝑡 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑒𝑟
𝐷𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑓𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼 𝑡𝑜𝑙𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑟
𝐵𝑟𝑎𝑠𝑠 𝑘𝑛𝑖𝑓𝑒 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑘𝑠 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑦 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑𝑒𝑟
𝑂ℎ 𝑏𝑎𝑏𝑒, 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝐼'𝑚 𝑔𝑜𝑛𝑛𝑎 𝑑𝑜

Comments

[supersoldier]

[He's quiet again. Still. He stands too much at a distance to catch the minutiae of this man's expression to caution him, but perhaps Sephiroth is the sort of person who would entertain any stranger in a cool, vaguely distant manner.

His brows do knit together dimly, though.]

Trek?

[tfw you're a final fantasy and don't get these references]

It doesn't matter what you think. It isn't suited for visitors. And I'm not much of a host. Did you need something?

[righteously]

( Of course the guy doesn't know Trek. He'd be tempted to sigh, if he were still human. Now, like this, he's a little bit less invested in pop culture. The knowledge is there, but the passion is missing.

What he does have a passion for right now?

Chaos.

He's tempted as all hell to needle, to push — and he does so by draping himself lazily upon the stairs, legs sprawled out, elbow posted up on a higher step. Settling in, no intention of going anywhere. )

Just getting to know the neighbors. Don't think I caught your name?

[supersoldier]

[He watches him as he sprawls out across the stairs, keen to make himself at home despite Sephiroth's less-than-host-worthy attitude. Again, there's a stretch of silence, and then the SOLDIER's bootsteps resound throughout the emptiness of his Horizon domain, drawing closer.]

I didn't give it.

[Plainly spoken, perhaps bordering on rude. But so is invading this space and lazing across the steps like an indolent cat.

But, perhaps in a show of growth he'd not show if he were newly plucked from his Planet as opposed to existing in Abraxas for some time, now, he gives this stranger the benefit of the doubt and offers-]

Sephiroth. And this is the Shinra building. Not very neighborly.

[righteously]

Sephiroth.

( He echoes flatly, dubiously.

Dean Winchester has not, unfortunately, played very many video games. It's hard to lug around a gaming console from motel room to motel room as a youth when your father allots half of the trunk space to an arsenal and the other half to all the clothes and worldly possessions of three entire men.

He does, however, exist as a nerd with internet access and a particularly keen love of hentai. He's heard the name. He's heard of the character. He's referenced the character.

Now, he squints studiously at the guy for a long moment. )

...On a scale of one to ten, how anime would you say you are?

[supersoldier]

[He isn't sure what to make of his own name reflected back at him in such a dubious manner, like he's somehow lied to the man. Like there's some familiarity there, misplaced and not quite slotting together as it should.

Of course this makes his brows knit together, a line creasing and causing a shadow across stoic features.]

What?

[Sorry, he has no idea what even to make of that question. What is that even supposed to mean?]

[righteously]

So, like a solid seven, seven and a half?

( He volunteers, hoisting himself up off the stairs, so he can steadily plod forward to get a better look at the guy up close and personal. )

Here, let me put this another way: do you happen to... say... carry around a big ass sword almost as tall as you are that may or may not double as a friggin' gun?