ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ʜᴜʀʀɪᴄᴀɴᴇ ɢᴇᴛꜱ ɪᴛꜱ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴀ ɢɪʀʟ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ

[tobeclosetohim]

Who: Jo Harvelle
When: June
Where: Cadens, Libertas, Nocwich, Bad Lands, Horizon
What: June Catch-All
Warnings: Drinking, Swearing, Flirting



𝒮𝒽𝑒'𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒞𝒶𝓉 𝟧 𝓀𝒾𝓃𝒹
𝒦𝑒𝑒𝓅𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓊𝓅 𝒶𝓉 𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉
𝐻𝒶𝓃𝑔𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑒𝒹𝑔𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝒶 𝓀𝒾𝓈𝓈

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ꜰʀᴇᴇ ᴄɪᴛɪᴇꜱ | ᴄᴀᴅᴇɴꜱ, ʙᴀᴅ ʟᴀɴᴅꜱ, ʟɪʙᴇʀᴛᴀꜱ

[tobeclosetohim]

The Hunter House continues to stand, and time continues to pass. Everything is a little quieter and more solemn about these parts this month, with both the return of Dean to himself and the new absence of Jack. (At least Cas is better.) Jo can regularly be found outside of the house practicing her sword forms—and even more so, the blossoming bladed magic she can do with it.

She still takes some shifts at Caden's Hospital while they are still seeing to the long-term native injuries, and she drops into Mag's Tavern. Jo returns to this month to balancing, some time in Libertas, working with all the contacts she’s made there, and with taking up contracts in The Bad Lands guarding caravans and travelers, clearing out roads where monsters have been terrorizing the region.

ɴᴏᴄᴡɪᴄʜ | ꜰᴏʀᴇꜱᴛ, ᴛᴀᴠᴇʀɴꜱ, ɢᴀᴍʙʟɪɴɢ, ꜱʜᴏᴘᴘɪɴ

[tobeclosetohim]

Jo returns to Nocwich the first weekday of the three they are open and only the first day.

But none of this one comes with the professional ease of the two months and so many others earlier. She’s a resigned alert all the time now, very broadly aware of who happens to be within eyesight of her position, choosing positions in stores and stops where she can always see the door. Doing her best to avoid a specific person while being too exhausted to put too much effort into it.

She makes a vested effort to touch base with all of her contacts in The Markets/Shops, especially to relay some apologies for those she was too sharp with during May’s stress and winding gyre of tracking down and curing Dean from his Demon Ways. Along with that, she makes a circuit of the normal places hitting up people who will talk: the forest, the taverns, the gambling halls.

After that one day, with her business contacts restored up, she returns back quickly to her still healing family trio of boys.

ʜᴏʀɪᴢᴏɴ | ʀᴏᴀᴅʜᴏᴜꜱᴇ, ʙᴜɴᴋᴇʀ, ᴇᴛᴄ

[tobeclosetohim]

Harvelle's Roadhouse keeps its doors open per usual so long as Jo or Dean (even Cas or Sam) happens to be upstairs and inside the bar at the time. Ready and willing for those looking for a drink, a place to meet with people, shoot the shit, hang out, play a round of pool or knife chess, take in some music, or watch some tv/movies on that big screen (Dean installed that Jo's just left unchanged).

The Bunker is still off-limits to all but those who belong downstairs.

[wasalmostdaphne]

Bay's first creation in the Horizon is her choice of vehicle, The Thing. And she's a little stuck to roads to move around. And mostly the sunk cost of she's driven this deep into the creepy woods, turning around would be a waste of that time. Still, she gets to the end of the road and parks at a- marginally less creepy roadhouse.

But everything here is made by someone. Someone decided on this so she'll just- explore. It's opened and she walks in. Her eyes pan around the room to see if anyone is in here, the door was open and it looks nice enough on the inside. Her attention immediately drawn to the pool table and starts walking that way. "Hello, anybody home?"

Of course, if anyone responded to her calling out she can't hear it and maybe she should have thought of that before announcing herself.

ʜᴜɴᴛᴇʀ ʜᴏᴜꜱᴇ Qᴜᴇꜱᴛ

[tobeclosetohim]

Backdated to June...

[aquilus]

Altaïr never saw himself as a teacher. He'd been an adept student himself and set as an example more than once, but it had stopped at being a training partner. It was only in his final hours in Masyaf before being Summoned that he'd been able to consider what it might mean to become the Mentor and take his master's place, and even then, teaching hadn't been among his top concerns.

So he's been surprised by how much he's enjoyed tutoring Jo in the way of the blade. It helps that she's an adept student herself, certainly eager. He'd wondered in recent weeks whether she'd had enough of it, but it seems as though other matters have diverted her attention for a time. Now, it seems she's ready to continue — and he's ready to try expanding her learning.

"Look that way," he says as they stand atop a Cadens rooftop. "That tower in the distance — how easily do you think we could make it from here?"

At a glance, the answer should be 'not very'. He's intentionally chosen this section of the rooftops for its challenge: difficult terrain not designed for foot travel, wide gaps through which one could easily plummet. But it all has a purpose. First he wants her to take her measure of the course; then, possibly, he can teach through example.

Yyaasss, wonderful! <3

[tobeclosetohim]

It's been a doozy. Months of chasing Dean as a demon, then waiting to see if The Cure would work unchanging him back. Castiel slowly dying during those months, only to appear fine in the middle of the last big fight after the demon kidnapped Ciri. At the same time, Sam and Jack both slipped out of this place without a whisper or a bang.

It's honestly been far too much. But so has Jo's whole life.
She wouldn't know what normal was if it punched her in the jaw.

Jo looked in the direction he was angled toward the tower and frowned oddly. "Not?"

The question is a confused skepticism, while she squints at it and then begins to think about routes there, that—of course—begin with climbing down and beginning to weave their way through the ever-busy streets of Caden's to get there. "Especially at this time of day. The crowds would be obnoxious."

sorry for my slows >.<

[aquilus]

It was a leading question, purposely so, but he's still pleased with her response — if she thought it a simple task, he'd have to reconsider her tutelage entirely.

That doesn't mean she's not capable of it. If he thought that, they wouldn't be here at all.

"They would," he agrees. "Which is why we're going to bypass them entirely." Altaïr smiles. "You'd be amazed how infrequently anyone bothers to look up."

It's beautiful, i'm painfully slow right now too

[tobeclosetohim]

Jo glances back at him. An eyebrow cocked.


"Wait."


"We're going there?"

We're fashionably late together

[aquilus]

"If you believe you can," he says, and corrects himself. "I believe you can. It's a question of whether you will."

She's here to learn and he doesn't expect her to perform perfectly. Why would she need him to teach her if that were the case? But it's up to Jo whether she makes something of her ability and potential.

"Allow me to demonstrate?"

He scarcely allows her time to respond before taking off — forward and up and forward again. Parkour isn't a word he's familiar with, but it's close enough to what he does, moving with grace and turning obstacles into opportunities. He only gets a little ways toward their intended goal before he stops, turns back, and nods to Jo. Her turn.