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ᴀʟʟ I ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴀʟɪᴠᴇ ɪs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʟɪғᴇ's ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪᴠɪɴɢ (open.)
Who: Dean Winchester & Others.
When: Post-Event.
Where: Cadens, the Horizon, Nocwich.
What: A catch-all of open & closed starters.
Warnings: A little grief, a little alcoholism, probably canon-typical violence and suicidal ideation. Mentions of fruit turbo-hell.
I ᴀɪɴ'ᴛ sᴇᴇᴋɪɴɢ sᴀʟᴠᴀᴛɪᴏɴ
Nᴏᴛ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴡᴏʀʀɪᴇᴅ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴅᴀᴍɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ
I ɢᴏᴛ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴀs sᴜᴄʜ I ᴀɪɴ'ᴛ ᴇᴀsɪʟʏ ʟᴇᴛ ᴅᴏᴡɴ
Aʟʟ I ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ᴅᴏ ɪs ʙᴇ ᴄʟᴏsᴇ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ
ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴡᴇ'ʀᴇ sᴛɪʟʟ ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ.
When: Post-Event.
Where: Cadens, the Horizon, Nocwich.
What: A catch-all of open & closed starters.
Warnings: A little grief, a little alcoholism, probably canon-typical violence and suicidal ideation. Mentions of fruit turbo-hell.
Nᴏᴛ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴡᴏʀʀɪᴇᴅ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴅᴀᴍɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ
I ɢᴏᴛ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴀs sᴜᴄʜ I ᴀɪɴ'ᴛ ᴇᴀsɪʟʏ ʟᴇᴛ ᴅᴏᴡɴ
Aʟʟ I ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ᴅᴏ ɪs ʙᴇ ᴄʟᴏsᴇ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ
ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴡᴇ'ʀᴇ sᴛɪʟʟ ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ.
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If he's at all bothered by Nico's attitude, it doesn't show on his face. He's been around more hunter teens than he can even count off the top of his head, and almost all of them have the exact same attitude. Grumpy, egotistical, dismissive and yet simultaneously defiantly intent to prove themselves. It's normal, for the kind of lives they lead. Demigod kids, as far as Dean's concerned, are the same brand with a different title.
He was one himself, once. He gets it.
But it's still his responsibility as the adult to make sure this is safe for everyone, including Nico himself. And so he releases the scabbard, and conjures instead a much shorter blade into his empty hand. )
Me.
( He gives the blade a little flip in his hand, and offers Nico a jerky nod. )
Whenever you're ready, kid.
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What is this made of, steel? They fight monsters with steel here? No wonder the city's surrounded. Gross.
[ Nico's not wasting time while he complains about the material, instead doing a few steps of a pyrrhichios like a kata to get used to the different weight. At least it isn't short like the other glorified dagger Dean's using.
When Nico feels comfortable, he turns to Dean and points the sword towards the man's ankles for a moment. Not like an attack, more of a stretch -
Until a pair of skeletal hands claw out of the ground and grasp at the primary remige feathers of Dean's wings. Then Nico darts forward to slash at his sword arm.
He never said he was going to fight fair. ]
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But if he took the bait for every little snarky one-liner a teenager could drop, they'd never get this done and over with.
Speaking of which.
Hands snatch at his wings from the ground, and he manages a short- )
What the hell-
( Before Nico slashes at him.
This wasn't supposed to be a fight, this was supposed to be proof of basic sword competency. Evidently, their communication could use a little work. All the same, it doesn't rattle him too much — it just means that he can't step out of range of the blow, so he blocks it instead. Not with the tiny little angel blade, but rather with a Witcher sign. One raised forearm and a Quen bears its translucent shield, sending Nico's borrowed blade bouncing firmly off. )
Sword demonstration, not magic demonstration.
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Instead, he waves a sword at the whatever Dean's got going on. ]
They go together! What did you think I was going to do? Explain which end was pointy and which was pommel? I get lessons from Chiron.
[ And anyone else he wants, as long as they're dead. ]
Also, I prefer what the Hades.
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( Sort of a vague gesture around, at Nico, at the ground by his wings where those hands grip his wings. )
-all that. I just wanna see a few stances, a few basic training swings, some really simple parry and thrust maneuvers. Just to make sure everything's kosher. That's all. We on the same page now?
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[ It can be hard to derail a proper retort of me too so you aren't special, but the idea that people and/or monsters are sauntering out of the Underworld again is concerning, okay?
To cover not-unlikely chance that Dean has escaped in a benevolent way, Nico rots the bones to dust and frees his wings. ]
And what sort of test is that? Maybe I memorized the stances of the Fior di Battaglia, but that wouldn't mean I'm good. I know 9-year-olds who can do that.
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He elects to focus on the second question first. )
If you memorized the stances of Dior de Whatever, you're probably not gonna accidentally slice your own hands off. That's literally all I'm worried about right now.
( Teenagers are freaking exhausting. )
Humor me with the stances, and I'll get you a damn sword, alright?
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Fine. Nico cycles through half a dozen guard stances, demonstrating how each would move into an attack or parry while staring daggers at Dean. He's quite good at any age and great for a fifteen-year-old. He knows it, too. He's never been the best, but that's praise for Percy and not a poor reflection on him. When he's done, Nico keeps the sword firmly in hand. ]
Tell me who let you out of the Underworld and I'll give you your sword back.
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And so, satisfied, he banishes his angel blade and his wings back to the ether where they belong. Before Nico is just a very normal-looking, very tired-looking, man.
Who sighs in deep and utter fatigue when a teenager teenagers him about his own damn sword. )
My boyfriend. An angel.
( He answers, voice flat and ever so faintly annoyed — and he holds his hand out, with a little finger-wiggle gimme motion. )
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You mean he's like an angel, because he got you out? You're the one who had wings, and you need like a hundred more eyes to be an angel.
[ But he's true to his word and flips the sword around to offer it to Dean. ]
There aren't any angels in the Underworld.
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Follow me.
( He promised a sword. This can be a walk and talk; he lives about two blocks down from the Sarstina, it's not a long trip, but they might as well fill the time with this conversation. )
First off, we should probably establish that my universe's Hell might be a little different from the one where you're from. But you're right. There aren't any angels down there. One of them broke in to yank me out of the pit. If you don't believe me, you can harass him about it. He's here, too.
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He also missed out on Stranger Danger courses, so Nico will follow him to a secondary location. Although he would anyway, Dean is Will’s acquaintance, and that means he’s alright. ]
It’s not. You just think it is. Everyone sees the afterlife they expect, but they don’t always go where they want.
[ While he speaks, Nico keeps turning over the pit in his head. The pit, and there can be only one that would need no other description. ]
… you were in Tartarus?
[ Two years ago, Nico would’ve assumed his crimes were horrific. Now? He has at least half a dozen examples of people who didn’t really belong there; he can give the man some space to explain. If he even wants to. No one wants to chat about the pit. ]
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( It isn't just Abraxas that's taught him the afterlife varies from universe to universe, this is something they learned in their dealings with Chuck. In about half those AUs God-Chuck made, either Sam or Dean or both wound up going to Hell. Considering they weren't populated with a hundred thousand different variations of themselves, it's safe to say each one's unique.
And then, of course, there are the other non-Sam-and-Dean worlds with their own Hells. The Nine Hells for those Game of Thrones folks, Hades for some of these Greek folks. Really, the afterlife variety's just as extensive as the regular-life variety. )
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[ The rest of it, Nico resigns to be Right in his head, because he's never going to win the argument, is he? Stubborn doesn't begin to describe Dean, and Nico's already tired of it.
He's not budging on the name thing, though. His name is Nico, and he's not a little kid. Between the two frustrations, his gait takes on a trudging heaviness, complete with slouching. He doesn't like being told what he already knows -and it's worse when it's wrong. ]
Where are we going?
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( Dean leads him the rest of the way to Hunter House, once home to a half-dozen people, now largely empty, hollow, missing life. He stops Nico at the front door with a short, wait here.
The beauty of Hunter House is the vast armory they've been assembling for the last two years — Jo in particular, who tended to favor blades and knives of all sizes. From it, Dean retrieves the sword he's least attached to, and offers it out hilt-first to the kid.
For all the unnecessarily rude things Nico may be thinking of him, this has all been over Dean just flat out giving him a free weapon with only the mildest request of showing he knows how to use it and asking nothing else of him in return. )
There you go. Don't stab yourself.
( Very much in a tone of hit the road, nice talking to you, I got work to get back to. )
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[ What else can he do? Stupid or not, he wants the sword, and it burns that he can't bite back with something clever, or even something idiotic but quick, like your face is stupid. But he can't in the face of actual generosity.
He waits impatiently, craning to get a better look while most definitely Not Looking, which has all the subtlety of a church bell. When Dean returns, there's a small smile, but Dean goes and steps on it with sarcasm. ]
Self-harm isn't a joke.
[ And that's that. If Nico stays, he's going to get in an argument, and he's been having a lot of those. He stomps into Dean's shadow and melts away into it. ]