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Post by Kasen Rowe on Jun 9, 2011 21:31:36 GMT -5
Kasen didn't pay Sam's warning much heed as he was far too busy re-examining the circle, wondering why parts of it looked familiar and whether his journal actually held anything useful. Sam had just confirmed that he wasn't just imagining the similarity. A circle of power.
The cult he was searching for had used these things in the past, so taking them out of the equation was not an option. They could still be involved... That this man, Sam Winchester or whoever, might have more information on the circles was definitely a point of interest. Kasen looked at the circle in the snow one final time, committing the mark to memory, then turned to face Sam with an eager glint in his eyes.
"All right then. Lets go figure this out, shall we?"
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Post by Dean Winchester on Jul 3, 2011 20:08:42 GMT -5
"So this Hunt, it's not just people, right? Hell, if this Erlking's a person, I'll eat my own boot."
Dean chuckled at that and opened his mouth to agree, but she beat him to the punch, quickly launching into a list of supernatural creatures that might also be involved. Dean pursed his lips, put off a little by her quickness to talk about underlings rather than the head honcho. But she did have a point.
"Well, according to legend the guy in charge of the Hunt's got all sorts of critters in his little posse. Hell hounds, soldiers... Angels too, depending on the story," Dean said with an incredulous laugh as he glanced at the darkness around them. "All I know is that when I got snatched... I heard... screams. Screams and thunder and howling..."
Shaking off the disturbing memory, looked back to the woman. "That means at least people, horses, and dogs. Nothing a couple hunters can't handle," he replied with a grin.
The smile faded quickly however and with a sigh he turned away. He needed to prioritize. Finding the Erlking and killing him. Getting out and finding Sam.
"These other abductees don't look like they're going to be much help," he said with a wave. "I'm going to scout this place a bit. See if I can't find a bit more info. Or that crazy German smoke..."
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Post by Eve Vardell on Jul 9, 2011 11:36:55 GMT -5
Eve did her best to take note of the lines and squiggles, but had no doubt she'd be little help when it came to making out this symbol's purpose. She'd just never ventured to far into the world of magic runes and circles... it had always, despite everything, seemed a little far-fetched to her.
"Too bad none of us have one of those fancy camera-on-their-cell-phone-thingies," she voiced, somewhat unhelpfully, just as her eye fell on a symbol that was most definitely not unfamiliar. "Wh..." she couldn't hold back the soft sound of surprise, but luckily it escaped as barely a whisper.
Falling back a step, she tugged her gaze away from the snow to her companions, who were still so caught up in the symbol it was like they could read its meaning. And who knew, maybe they could? But for Eve, only a piece of it was the slightest bit legible, and she couldn't help tugging at her sleeve and peeling up the black armband on her wrist for a quick double-check. Yes, right there at the center of her own tattoo was a curving line, like a number three that had fallen on its side and been sat on by two straight lines. The same one clearly adorned an outer edge of the circle, and the similarity made her shiver. She'd always assumed that this mark on her arm had been a complete fabrication, and the occultist who'd placed it on her a cruel scam artist. But maybe, just possibly, he'd actually thought it would work. Maybe he'd just gotten the symbols slightly wrong when he'd printed them to her flesh, in arrangement or shape. Or maybe he'd just been guessing after all, but had been doing the best he could.
In which case...
"I've seen one of those before," she put in once she'd pushed her sleeve back up to cover the mark. "That sideways three... if I'm remembering right, it's supposed to help control an unnatural creature... to rein in its will. If that's true, I mean, if I'm remembering right..." aka: if the occultist hadn't been lying to her after all "...then that would probably mean that something's trying to control the Wild Hunt."
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Post by Sam Winchester on Oct 3, 2011 20:54:55 GMT -5
Sam didn't think it was possible to get any colder, but he felt a definite chill at the girl - Sarah's - words. She seemed chilled too as he watched her out of the corner of his eye, tugging at the sleeves of her soaked sweater as she spoke, her eyes fixated on one particular symbol.
Controlling an unnatural creature... yeah, if anything pointed to an outside involvement, that did. He also - past the blinding panic to find his brother, hug him and punch him in the face - realized that his two companions should be getting warmed up before hypothermia claimed them. Sam was cold too, but barely felt it. It wasn't exactly on the top of his priority list right now.
He nodded at the girl's comment, took one last mental snapshot of the circle, and then caught Kasen's eye, inclining his head in the direction of town.
It didn't take long to reach the cars, and Sam immediately went for the trunk, not caring at that point if the other two were watching. It felt strange for some reason - opening the trunk, being the one to push his way through the guns, knives, and ammo, and dig out Dad's journal. It wasn't like he hadn't done it; if either of the brothers were to be given the honorific of "reference guy," it'd be him. But Dean was always there to make the first move... Dean, and before him, Dad. And now they were both gone.
No. Not gone. Not really. He shoved the thought from his mind and started to flip through the book, looking for sigils that might match those in the forest.
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Post by Kasen Rowe on Oct 3, 2011 21:51:27 GMT -5
"Control the Hunt," Kasen echoed as Sarah explained what she knew.
He didn't know much about this Hunt, but it sounded powerful. And since it could apparently snatch people up just for looking at them, that made them especially dangerous to the general populace who would not know any better. If it'd gotten a 'seasoned' hunter like Dean, that seemed to point all the more to the power that these creatures -this... entourage of monsters- possessed.
And since power seemed to be what the Cult was after...
Kasen followed the younger Winchester silently, brooding all the way to the car. His eyes were distant until they came to a stop near a green mom and pop car and thought it strange for several moments without quite realizing why. Kasen watched the younger man finish rifling through the contents of the trunk -guns of all sizes, bags of who-knew-what, and an assortment of slicing implements- and pulled out an old beat-up book.
"This is your car?" Kasen questioned, fully aware that this should not be what he pulled Sam's attention away from his book for. "I've got to say, it's a step down from the other one."
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Post by Sam Winchester on Oct 3, 2011 22:15:02 GMT -5
Sam felt himself jump as Kasen spoke up - not twitchy, he assured himself, just on guard - but when the question actually managed to filter through his brain, it only made his mood even worse.
The Impala. Another member of their odd little family that was gone, possibly forever. Still a wreck, crushed and battered, back at Bobby's junk yard. He heaved a sigh, too tired to explain, and threw his mind back to business. Dean-mode, he called it silently with an internal smirk. If he was going to have any chance of getting his brother back, he couldn't be Sam right now. Soft Sam, who trusted and played nice and tried to think of the diplomatic way out of everything. This wasn't the time for diplomacy. They were at war.
A cursory inspection of the book yielded no secrets, and Sam flipped it shut with a sigh, before casting a look at Kasen.
"Good thing we're not driving into the woods after the Hunt, then. Now, this is your last chance to back out. You didn't lose anyone back there, and you can walk away without a second glance and you've got a much better chance of surviving the night. But if you're coming, get some dry clothes and then choose your poison." He dropped the book back in the trunk and drew out a long knife, securing it to his belt before picking up a sawed-off shotgun and examining it thoughtfully as well. "We're bringing the fight to them."
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Post by Kasen Rowe on Oct 3, 2011 23:18:02 GMT -5
It was surprising how much a dry pair or jeans and socks could warm a person up. Kasen hadn't even realized just how cold he'd been before. Now, as the trio marched back into the woods, Kasen was grateful they'd taken the time to change and properly prepare.
Sam Winchester was in the lead, decked out with guns and weapons like some sort of hero out of an action flick. Kasen, his own weapons far less impressive, made him feel a tad inadaquate. A long knife strapped to his leg and an iron rod Sam swore would repel ghosts -if that was indeed what they were up against. Since Kasen was more of a fencer and less of a point-and-shoot kind of guy, he wasn't totally opposed to the situation. ...It just meant that he had to let a spirit or whatever get quite close...
Despite that, he found himself excited. More excited than he perhaps should have been. For too long he had only had scraps of intelligence on the Cult. The people that had destroyed his life. The people who had made him a murderer. Now he had fresh footsteps in the snow. He was close. So very close. So yes, it made him excited.
And yet...
Snow from the branches above him fell into his face and as he wiped the cold stuff from his face, he touched the tender spot where Dean Hetfield...Winchester, had struck him earlier and the reason for the assault sobered him a little. He watched Sam crunch through the snow ahead of him and remembered what it was like to have a brother taken from you. He sighed and looked at Sarah, not too far from him, and recalled their strange adventure together since their meeting the previous day.
Kasen would have his vengeance, but these two would not need to take their own vengeance on him as Dean had begun to do. It wouldn't happen again.
The circle, they'd decided, was indeed one of summoning and control. Between the three of them they'd found circles similar to the one in the woods, but nothing exactly like it. Whoever had summoned the Hunt had created a circle specifically for that event.
"So... we're just going to summon this Hunt and, what, talk to it? Inquire who summoned it?" he asked. Then, as an afterthought added, "Ask it to let its captives go?"
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Post by Molly Rourke on Oct 7, 2011 15:52:05 GMT -5
Molly gave a perfunctory nod as she listened to the younger Hunter list off other possible enemies lurking around them in the shadows. Angels... she snorted. Riiight. But at least it seemed like the man had a good handle on the mythology. She'd come into this blind, and that was no way to win a battle.
She cast a glance around at the other abductees, all lolling about in a state of semi-to-unconsciousness. It was strange, she thought, that only the two Hunters had managed to shake off whatever daze was holding the rest captive. Or maybe not. Out of everyone, it would be the Hunters that would be the most willing and able to accept whatever had happened to them, and the least willing to sit around, hiding with their hands over their ears. She wondered how many of the rest were just lying their with their eyes closed, hoping against hope that this was all just a dream.
"Scouting," she echoed, looking up from the body closest to her feet (she had to fight the urge to kick at him, just a little, to see if the unconsciousness was feigned. If it was, he was going a fair job. Drool down the chin and everything.) "Probably the best plan. But keep your head down; taking on even one of these nasties at a time takes preparation, and now it sounds like we might be in a monster nest full of all kinds." She cast a glance around at the darkness around them, wondering if it was even penetrable, if "scouting" was even an option. "You wanna split, cover more ground? Or think you'll need someone there to watch your back?"
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Post by Dean Winchester on Oct 8, 2011 0:08:52 GMT -5
Dean reached down to his boot to pull out his knife. "Actually, I was gonna say you should stay here with the civillians, try to gather them up, keep them calm."
The young man looked around them. "But they don't really seem like they're waking up yet anyway and it doesn't look like our jailors are gonna be doing anything any time soon..." He motioned to Molly. "I could use some back up. I don't know what I'm looking for here and two sets of eyes are better than one right now. What I saw before? It was just darkness. A big black shadow of nothing with these yellow eyes. It spoke before, maybe it'll speak again," he replied. "You don't happen to speak German, do you?"
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Post by Eve Vardell on Oct 8, 2011 11:30:29 GMT -5
Getting warmed up had been a wonderful, if brief, experience. She'd managed to pile on a few extra layers and even a pair of fuzzy gloves (though the silver-sparkle colored things really didn't fit the monster hunter MO, and she felt halfway ridiculous for wearing them. Ah well, let Kasen, Sam, and the monsters judge her. At least her hands wouldn't be numb on her weapon at a crucial moment.)
Speaking of weapons... the longer she spent with these Winchesters, the more nervous she got around them. The trunk of their deceptively soccer-mom style car was packed to bursting with things that felt just a little too "Molly Rourke" for her liking. True, she'd met decent Hunters along with the bad, but she didn't exactly want to put anything to the test in the middle of a dark, monster infested wood at night.
At least she knew she was sufficiently panicked not to fall asleep before dawn.
She trailed a few steps behind Sam, who seemed to know the most about where he was going, and hung close to Kasen. (Not too close, last thing she wanted was to pass out from that amulet of his again.) At his question, she looked up from her silver-bladed dagger, (better she be holding it than anyone else, after all) and frowned.
"Maybe I'm wrong, but these guys don't exactly seem the type to apologize and let the captives go gracefully." Why was she still tagging along on this? They'd established that it was a Wild Hunt, whatever that was. She was risking her life and she wasn't even on the right track.
Where else would I go?
"Maybe... I don't know... maybe the best thing to do is try to find it ourselves, you know, sneak in, save the captives, and sneak out."
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Post by Sam Winchester on Oct 8, 2011 11:55:03 GMT -5
Sam had eventually succumbed to the urge to change out of his thin shirt and into a warm flannel. It didn't make him feel any better, but the last thing Dean or the other victims needed (Dean + victim still wouldn't quite compute in his head, but he shook the thought off) was for him to go collapsing of hypothermia before he could even attempt a rescue.
He tilted his head to listen to the suggestions of the pair behind him. Sneaking might well keep them alive longer but, as unlikely as summoning the Hunt was to actually yield results, that would probably be the only way to find them at this point.
A plan started to form in his head, and he slowed to a stop, turning to look over his companions thoughtfully.
"Actually... that might work..." Shaking himself back to reality, he explained, "We need to find them first. That means either trekking all the way through the woods to try and find a hunt that may not even be on this dimensional plane anymore, or trying to use that circle to summon them back. But we also know that they're not all that likely to do what we ask just 'cause we summon them. So what if one of us did the summoning while the other two hid somewhere, and while the summoner kept the Erlking distracted, the others tracked down the prisoners."
It was a rough plan... very rough. And depended a lot on timing in a situation none of them understood. And that was assuming they even worked out how to use the summoning circle in the first place. But it was the best he had. He waited for their reactions.
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Post by Kasen Rowe on Oct 8, 2011 20:23:06 GMT -5
Kasen watched Sarah thoughtfully, considering the possibility of following something like that and had to admit he was surprised when Sam seemed to agree with the idea. Swinging the iron rod in agitation -and in a way that his fencing instructor would not have approved of- he frowned at the taller man.
When he’d asked Sam earlier about summoning the Hunt and questioning it, he’d assumed Sam would know how to control them. Then, once they had the Erlking stuck in the magic circle and under their control, they could question him to their hearts’ content. Find out about who summoned it in the first place, rescue Dean and the townsfolk, and come out happy. How naïve! Thinking back, the fact that Sam hadn’t recognized the circle in the snow in the first place should have been a clue that the man was not a circle expert- some sort of magic wizard person. Kasen scowled. Everything was so simplified in head! He had been under his brother’s control, under the cult’s control, for so long he just thought it should come easy! He should know better. Sooner or later, that childish ignorance of the world was going to get him killed and that day could be today. That realization struck a note of fear in him as he remembered their last encounter with the supernatural army.
"You want one of us to distract an army of monsters? Do you have a death wish?” he questioned hotly. "Pretend for a minute we can actually summon that horde. From what I got from you and Dean… everything in the Hunt follows this Erlking guy. Assuming we summon them up and they don’t kill us all on sight and supposing they actually hang around long enough for one of us to ‘distract’ the Erlking AND assuming you can actually find Dean in that army of things we aren’t supposed to look at, what makes you think that he will even be able to come with you? What if he doesn’t want to? You want us to risk our lives so that maybe you can spot your brother and maybe sneak him out?”
He knew he sounded coarse even as he said it, but that was surprising him less and less these days. Remembering his promise of only moments ago to not make the same mistake he had in the past did not change the fact that he did not want to risk his life summoning this thing with no protection!
Protection…
Dammit, he had protection… Wheton’s Shield hung weightily from his neck. Kasen had no idea if the shield would be able to save him from something like an Erlking (whatever that was), but it meant he had a Hell of a better chance at distracting a monster and surviving than Sam or Sarah.
Kasen glared at Sam, blaming the younger man for the selfish guilt he now felt. Then, with a glance at Sarah, he stuck the iron rod through his belt and reached into his jacket pocket for his journal and a small flashlight he’d retrieved from his bag without a word.
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Post by Sam Winchester on Oct 8, 2011 21:49:52 GMT -5
Sam felt his temper flare at Kasen's scowl, and continue to rise throughout his harsh rant. No wonder Dean had punched him on sight...
"I never said you'd be the one to distract him," he spat, stalking forward a step, his grip a little too tight on his shotgun.
What makes you think he will even be able to come with you? ...What if he doesn't want to?
The question was still banging about violently in Sam's head, a migraine forming from the inside out. Dean had been dangling on the edge of something lately, ever since the car accident, the hospital... John's death. And now he'd made a seemingly amateur mistake. Looked when he very well knew he shouldn't.
Accident. Long month. They were worn down. Even the best slipped up sometimes.
Didn't make him want to hit Kasen any less, though. Especially because, now that he thought about it, he realized that he had been half thinking (half-thinking in his half-formed plan, made up on the spot) that Kasen might be the one to summon the hunt. He couldn't imagine leaving either of these strangers to save his brother, and Sarah was too young, too... inexperienced looking to stare down the Erlking alone.
But that hadn't been fair of him. He dropped his gaze, sucking in a frigid breath and letting it cool his nerves enough to speak instead of strike.
"I doubt a circle will control something as powerful as the Hunt or the Erlking completely, but whoever did it the first time seems to have made it out alive... unless there's a whole cult of increasingly stupid summoners, anyway. They've been here for multiple nights, multiple summonings. The Erlking isn't killing the person who calls him - at least on sight, anyway. But I can be the one. I'll do my best to call him. I'll try to work some kind of a deal..." He swallowed thickly over the word 'deal.' Dean and he didn't really discuss it, but a deal... Dean near death, being literally followed by Death (if Sam read his Ouija correctly), and then a miraculous recovery while the Colt went missing and John lay cold on the hospital floor. Coincidences didn't exist around the Winchesters. Neither did luck, good or bad. There was only one thing that made sense: a deal.
If that's what it came to, he'd do it, just like their father had. He'd trade places and get Dean out.
That stubborn flame of anger flared again. Forced him to look up, scowling. "And if you don't want to risk anything, you can still get out of here. I told you this wouldn't exactly be a picnic."
Even as the words escaped he frowned. Angry, sniping, incredulous Kasen had vanished somewhere during Sam's pause. Instead he was peering into that leather book of his. The quick switch left Sam reeling, and not a little embarrassed about his too-late angry response. Unless that book contained a map showing the quickest way out of the woods, it looked like Kasen was willing to help, after all. And Sam wasn't exactly in a position to be turning away assistance when offered.
Even if it was assistance accusing his brother of being close to suicidal, and him the same. Casting a quick glance at Sarah before lowering his eyes again to the snow, Sam shifted his gun to his free hand, shoved the other into his pocket for warmth, and muttered,
"Come on, the circle's just up ahead. We might as well get there before we draw the Hunt's attention with our shouting, anyway."
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Post by Kasen Rowe on Oct 9, 2011 0:36:58 GMT -5
The trio continued on towards the circle, Kasen with the flashlight in his mouth so he could keep his journal close to his face. If they were really going to go through with this, he damn well wanted them to do it right. He flipped through a few pages of circles he'd gathered information on over the years looking in particular for circles of protection. A few pages later, he took the flashlight in hand and stepped closer to Sarah, changing tracks a little.
“Sarah… You did your research on Wheton’s Shield…” Kasen hesitated, keeping his voice low. Even if the three of them were on the same side, revealing the super magic (or rather ‘anti-magic’) amulet to anyone more than they had to didn’t seem wise. “Do you think it would be enough to repel this Hunt? Or at least… distract it so the Erlking doesn’t eat me and you and Sam can try to extract the missing people?”
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Post by Eve Vardell on Oct 11, 2011 23:15:21 GMT -5
She'd watched the argument in wide-eyed silence, biting back the stream of sarcastic comments that threatened to come out, and sighed in relief when the boy-drama came to a stop without resorting to fists this time. She frowned when Kasen moved in closer and asked her about the Shield, making sure to keep Sam from hearing.
"Distract him from... but Sam said he'd do it." She cast a glance at the tall Hunter, shotgun in hand, an imposing silhouette in the full-moon light. She wasn't sure why exactly she felt better about the idea of staying with Kasen, and letting Sam face down the Erlking. She'd only known Kasen for about a day, and half of that time they'd been at odds (to say the least). Maybe it was because, whatever Kasen was, he wasn't a Hunter. Maybe she just had such little human interaction in her life that she already halfway considered her strange companion a friend.
But still, the idea of Wheton's Shield helping... that was an interesting thought. She pushed a strand of hair back behind one ear, wincing as a few strands caught on her gloves, floating around her face. Stupid static electricity...
"Well, I know from my... research, that the Shield does a pretty good job warding off your average supernatural creature. So any followers it's got shouldn't be able to get near you. ...I don't know why the Erlking would be any different... although I don't know if Daniel Wheton ever faced anything like him. That could really be hit or miss... Are you sure you don't want to let him do it, though?
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Post by Kasen Rowe on Oct 13, 2011 0:23:03 GMT -5
Kasen smiled wryly. "I would love to let someone else do it," he replied frankly. "But it doesn't seem quite fair when I've got this. "
As an unnatural chill went down his back at the thought of possibly facing this monster all by himself, Kasen reminded himself that if he was the one to speak to it, he could make sure to ask it about its former summoners. He could learn what the cult had been after exactly and were they were. ...Maybe he could even turn this Hunt on the cult and have these supernatural monsters demolish the human ones...
He wasn't sure if the feeling was comforting or not.
The man cleared his throat and looked at his companion again. There was another problem, of course. "See, the thing is," he said to the girl. "I can't decide if having this thing makes me a better candidate to chat with the Erlking or... or be the one to look for Dean and the others... Supposedly the Hunt takes away anyone that sees it, right? Wouldn't that mean you and Sam would get sucked up by this thing if you went searching? Unless... the fact that it's in that circle... I dunno, nulls that aspect of it."
He wasn't really sure if he'd kept his voice low throughout his babbling. His mind was still racing and he flipped open his journal, looking at the circles again. "And according to these, we could actually draw our own circles of protection against outside forces and the like so that could protect you guys from getting whisked away, but once you leave the circle, I'm pretty sure you're subject to whatever supernatural forces are outside. And if that's true, then you two should be the ones to talk to it and I should do the looking..."
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Post by Sam Winchester on Oct 22, 2011 10:32:27 GMT -5
He heard them muttering behind him, and subtly softened his step (as well as he could manage in the crunching snow, anyway) to hear them better.
"...Hunt takes away anyone that sees it..."
It sounded like this Kasen guy thought he had protection from magic. Which, Sam had to admit, would be handy in a pinch. Salt guns and iron only gets one so far. He tilted his head, trying to listen without altering his pace, and over the crunch of feet and the cold air whistling in his ears, managed to catch the majority of what Kasen was saying.
Which left him with an important question: reveal that he'd overheard or keep silent. Clearly, the pair hadn't been expecting him to hear. Maybe they didn't want him to. On the other hand, they didn't really have time to play games here. Whatever information they had, they needed to share it. Working together would be Dean's best bet... all of theirs.
He stopped short, turning.
"The whole Hunt doesn't get a say in who's abducted." He shifted his gun to his other hand again, giving the free one a moment to warm in his pocket. "At least, according to most of the mythology I've seen. The majority of the hunt consists of your average monsters - vamps, wolves, ghosts, those types. They don't have the juice to spirit people away like that. It's looking at the Erlking... or maybe being chosen by the Erlking, that gets you taken."
He cast a glance at Sarah, then moved his gaze to Kasen.
"So, you think you have a way to avoid being taken?"
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Post by Molly Rourke on Oct 23, 2011 22:25:44 GMT -5
"German?" She grimaced, shaking her head. "Don't need that often for hunting monsters, huh?" She'd gotten Latin down ages back, had a fair bit of Spanish for sense's sake, but other than that...
"Well, good thing we're not planning on doing much talking, eh? Rest of you," she raised her voice and glanced significantly in the direction of the 'sleeping' man from earlier, and then over the rest she suspected were sharing in his deception, "just so you know, most beasties don't fall for the old 'playing dead' trick. Lying still just makes them munch on you easier. I'd suggest grabbing a stick or something to fend 'em off if you want to avoid being dinner." She sighed, staring off into the shadows around them, breathing, "Or whatever else it is they want from us."
Her hand rested on the hilt of her knife again, she turned her eyes to Dean and inclined her head.
"Alright, let's scout."
Without bothering to wait - yeah, she'd offered to be backup, but that didn't mean she had to be in the back - she started into the woods.
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Post by Dean Winchester on Oct 26, 2011 22:01:16 GMT -5
Dean smirked as the woman headed off in front of him into the woods. That was fine. She could be in the front. He didn't mind the back. Really.
... Ok that was a lie.
Dean strode after her, long legs closing the distance quickly, but he moved off to the side so that they might better sweep the area. To be honest he wasn't really sure where they were going to go or if it even mattered. Everything around them was made of shadows and mist. Some of the closer stuff seemed to shift just a little in a wind he didn't feel. That looked like it could be trees. The farther stuff... The farther stuff was just darkness. Nothing he could make out. Which begged the question:
“What the hell is this place anyway? Freaking shadows and darkness… If I weren’t hungry right now, I might think we were dead.”
He’d seen plenty of movies in his day and this place could definitely pass for some sort of place where people went after they died… An eerie thought occurred to him then. What if he was dead, craving for hamburgers or no? What if this was just how spirits saw the living world? Would that mean he might come across Sam who was more than likely scouring the woods for him back where ever he’d been taken from? Would Sam then be forced to burn his bones and send him to whatever true death awaited such spirits?
He did not like that idea at all. And, cue the tense scary music, because that’s when Dean saw something in the darkness that was neither ‘far away darkness’ or ‘vague creepy outline of a tree’. It looked almost human in shape, but at their current distance, he couldn’t be sure. Dean signaled to Molly and drew his own weapon as they crept closer.
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Post by Kasen Rowe on Oct 28, 2011 22:02:55 GMT -5
Kasen looked at Sam sharply, surprised the man had overheard him and unsure on how to respond. Denial of what he’d just said was not going to help anything. So, with a glance at Sarah and a deep breath that chilled his throat, he replied.
“Maybe,” he replied. “Supposedly. It’s something that’s resistant to magic and the supernatural. If you don’t mind, I’d rather not get into it, but I think…I might be the best one to chat with this Erlking after all. If you can activate that circle and summon that…” He made a vague motion with his free hand into the woods. “If you can do that, I’ll keep him busy. I’ll give you the time you need.”
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