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

[magicalarchaeologist]

( That definitely gets his attention, mostly the way he's saying it. It seems quite callous, but for a new person with no emotional attachment, maybe he just doesn't care. SOB makes no sense to him, but it doesn't feel complimentary. )

That's all true, yes.

( Very informed for a newbie. )

But many people died. The majority of them were natives to this sphere. Only one of us died, although his loved ones seem certain that isn't the case. We've never really had a Summoned die here, only sent back.

( Istredd is not speaking in a personal way that implies he knows anything about Dean or whether or not he's alive, because he really doesn't. Dean has always been this figure to him far away, Lucifer's enemy who he has been scared of since the Mark. But now he's the person Castiel loves too, which is a stark contrast. He's mostly kept on the outskirts of all of that; informed, but disconnected.

It's why he has no idea who he is talking with now. No one's described Dean to him before. )

The creature that was set loose is missing in action. Its legs were the size of huge pillars, it crashed out, breaking everything in the process. It probably is the neatest story, but a mystery. I doubt it's the last time any of us will see it.

[righteously]

( His loved ones brings a tiny, barely-visible smirk to his face. It's not with joy, or any real fondness — it's hollow, it's an inside joke only he's in on. He doesn't love them. There is no love for anyone on this sphere except for himself. Their suffering brings him nothing but muted satisfaction.

It disappears only a moment later, and his expression smooths over.

At length, he pushes himself up again to head toward Istredd, to stand directly before him about a foot or so away. )

Well, that's just... that's just a crying shame. It's a good thing you guys got such powerful creatures runnin' around in this joint to deal with it, huh? Angels, I hear. Witchers. Witches. Sorcerers. What about you? Where do you fit in on the list?

[magicalarchaeologist]

A mage, sorcerer, both accurate terms.

( The Brotherhood of Sorcerers is who raised him so close enough. In Thorne he's surrounded by them and there is so much magic to draw from. An endless supply. He's never felt anything like it. There are 'normal' people here without abilities who have to learn how to have them now, but it's not him. Istredd's a master mage, probably on par with most of the professionals in Thorne, at least in his own field.

He tilts his head curiously but doesn't put space between them. He isn't used to his personal space being invaded but "Robert" is still a foot or so away. It would be rude to step back. )

And what about you?

( There is a vibe for people who don't ordinarily have gifts, who are 'normal' before they got here. "Robert" feels different. It could be the swaggering confidence of someone knowing they are powerful or just a sense he gets. )