Second New Story | Video

[hellofist]

I need the CTS. Need a Warden... to let me in. Whoever is closest.

[She knows she could ask anyone specifically, but she doesn't want to. She doesn't want to ask for anything at all, but for some reason doing it like this seems less... intrusive? She isn't sure.]

And if someone can, every morning? Would be... helpful.

That's all.

[And she clicks off, abrupt, no thank yous. Whoever shows up she'll thank, but what's the point of saying it into the ether?]

[Private to Zane]

Cassel said to... talk to you. So... hi.

[Who is the best at meeting new people? This gal right here.]


(ooc: come at me with your alternate timelines, anyone who wants to let her in can do so!!)

Comments

[ Spam ]

[surfaceshine]

[Dean isn't here to hit her with it, unless she makes him; that's the trick. People are always surprised by what Dean is willing to do if he has to, if it becomes necessary, but that's all there is to it. He does what's necessary. Always has, always will, even when it leaves him standing alone in a ruined world. He doesn't know what else to do.

And he doesn't really know what else to do now, leaning against the wall, as obvious in his intention as it's possible to be. There's no other reason to be up here but oh well: subtle never was his style. It's not his style now when she walks out and he opens his mouth and then stops, can't help but react.

Dean's skin doesn't look like that, but it's only by the grace of something more powerful than himself; wiped clean at age thirty, the majority of the lasting marks embedded in his soul - literally - he still has more than his fair share of reminders to be faster, stronger, better, accumulated over the past five years, but he knows that's not normal. He thinks briefly of the people he tore apart in Hell, with its sick, intensely sweet thrill of self disgust; wonders briefly if he would look similar if it had been his physical body on the meathooks, with its deep, bloody twist of fear; and paves it all over with the kind of grim respect he hands out sparingly, these days, but no less sincerely once someone's earned it. There's no pity. When he looks back up at her, when she speaks to him, he pushes it all aside anyway and shrugs; part of him is surprised she knows. It's the same part that doesn't have the energy to pretend like he doesn't. It's not, after all, the first time someone else has known something about him seemingly out of the blue, even before coming here.]

That's why I'm not just carrying it around. [Even though he's already used it once, and he was allowed to keep it after that. Seems the wardens around here don't mind a little violence as long as they think the target deserved it.] Does this count as getting caught with it?

[hellofist]

No. [There's a pause right after that, though.] Maybe. Depends on... who you hit with it.

[But even then, she isn't likely to tell anyone. If he goes after someone she cares about she'll take her revenge on her own, but she isn't sure he would. She isn't honestly that worried about him hurting someone like Anya or Cassel, she doesn't think they'd give him a reason to.

Taking a step back into the CTS, she jerks her head at him.]

I'm not done. You can wait, or come in.

[surfaceshine]

Whoever makes me.

[He shrugs, an oversimplified truth, because Dean isn't afraid to start fights but that doesn't mean he's interested in doing so at the drop of a hat. He will finish them every time, though, and despite his abysmal track record overall, well. He's still standing, more or less.

For whatever that's worth.

He isn't afraid of her telling anyone, so he doesn't try to bargain for that, only tilts his head to see through the door. He frowns with concentration, glancing over at her decree - less of an invitation, really, but enough of one.

He's too restless to wait. There's not enough for him to do here, not as much as he's accustomed to having to do in a day, and it was nice at first but now it's maddening. The CTS is an unknown. He's not afraid of the unknown.

He steps to meet it, following her in.]

I don't know what this is.

[hellofist]

[So maybe she'll do something about it, but her pool of people here is a small one. He's more likely to hit someone she doesn't care about, so it isn't something she worries over now. She's too distracted to care too much right now.]

It's for fighting. It doesn't break, no matter... how hard you fight. You've seen the CES?

[surfaceshine]

So that's why you wanted in.

[The hunter steps through after her and everything about him changes, a decided but still subtle shift ever so slightly to one side of himself: wary in a confident way now, ready for a fight he knows is coming rather than one that may or may not; accepting of being at the bottom of the food chain, ready to use that to his advantage however he can; dangerous.

He nods.] I've seen the CES.