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[Zane]
Oct 5, 2013 14:53:15 GMT -5
Post by Eve Vardell on Oct 5, 2013 14:53:15 GMT -5
Continued from Snake Eyes---- They were in a little cafe about half an hour away from where they'd faced the Basilisk, and Eve still hadn't been convinced that she and Zane shouldn't part ways. It wasn't that she didn't like his company, or didn't think he'd be useful, or as useful as anyone could be on a quest like this anyway... But that was the problem right there. Eve didn't know if anyone could be useful on a quest like this. She had next to nothing to go on. What if this turned into another three year search that came to nothing? She didn't want to drag Zane off onto some giant, pointless mission just because he felt obligated to look after her. But he was insisting on talking this through, so Eve set down her mug, pushed her hair back behind her ears, and prepared herself for a long debate. "Ok, well I was thinking I'd have to start at the Roadhouse. Ellen met Kasen with me in December so maybe she's kept track of him, or maybe he went back to her for more info at some point. Or... last time I saw him he was with someone named Sam Winchester, a Hunter I think. Maybe he's been through there."
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[Zane]
Oct 18, 2013 11:05:49 GMT -5
Post by Thomas Zane on Oct 18, 2013 11:05:49 GMT -5
Sam Winchester.
Zane's brows shot up. Well, that name definitely rang a few bells. Some not-necessarily-great bells to be sure, but maybe this whole search wouldn't be as hard as Eve seemed to think.
"Wait, like Winchester of John and Dean Winchester?"
He'd crossed paths with the elder, and they'd both decided pretty quick that their paths were better off keeping uncrossed. Not a horrible guy, just... very single-minded. Very like most hunters Zane had known. Very "shoot first and my only question is where can I find more things to shoot?"
He hadn't loved Zane, but they hadn't been at each others' throats the whole time either. Zane had the impression that John thought of him as being green, naive. That once he experienced enough he'd come around to the "proper," kill or be killed kind of thinking.
Last Zane had heard of him John had been working with his son Dean, like hunting evil was some good ol' fashioned family business. He'd never heard of a Sam, but how many Winchesters could there really be in this line of work?
"If it's the same guys, I might know someone who can track them down. And he's better than the Roadhouse."
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[Zane]
Oct 23, 2013 16:04:51 GMT -5
Post by Eve Vardell on Oct 23, 2013 16:04:51 GMT -5
"Don't know any John, but I definitely know a Dean."
The less agreeable of the brothers, the one who'd been floating on the fence over whether to let Molly kill her during the Haven crisis. She didn't really want to think about what he might do if he'd heard that she'd gone wolf around his brother... but she'd think about that later, when she saw him. But she'd probably have a better chance of tracking the brothers down if they didn't know she was coming.
"Any chance you could tell this contact that you want to talk to them? After everything that happened that night, it might be better if they don't know I'm involved 'til we're face to face."
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[Zane]
Oct 24, 2013 17:17:56 GMT -5
Post by Thomas Zane on Oct 24, 2013 17:17:56 GMT -5
The conversation, itself, was long and a little bit rougher than Zane had been hoping for.
Apparently Bobby Singer was a little protective when it came to the Winchester boys.
It started out well enough, Singer greeting him with a chuckle and a "Well, well, my favorite bleeding-heart monsters' rights activist. Want me to help you stall some industrial digging while you relocate a troupe of faerie to their secret ancestral woodland?" And Zane had laughed lightly in return (because, yes, that had really happened) and innocently replied that, no, he was actually trying to track something down and had heard the Winchesters might be able to help him out, and Bobby would probably know where they were, wouldn't he?
And Singer'd turned into a stone wall.
It'd taken two full minutes for Zane to convince the man that he actually was himself and not some kind of impersonator with his phone number. Another minute after that to argue that if he was being possessed by some demon... well, why would the demon choose him? Two more to remind Bobby that he was probably the last person to team up with some Evil League bent on taking down hunters, even if he did disagree with the way most of them ran things (and by this point he was seriously starting to wonder what this Sam and Dean had gotten themselves involved with, to have so many potential enemies on their tail), and then another three to patch together some story that was only half honest, about trying to track down a guy named Kasen Rowe in relation to some potential cult activity.
That, at least, seemed to make some sense to Singer.
He gave Zane the address of a town, half a country away, that the boys (apparently Sam was another of John's kids) were on route to. In case there was any doubt on the matter, he added that the boys would know he was coming about 12 seconds after this phone call ended, and any attempts at funny business would end up with Zane blown to high hell, not the other way around.
Really, what was Eve getting them into?
Zane scrawled the town's name down, smiled (he firmly believed that people could sense smiles through a phone line, even if they were a bit strained), thanked Singer, and flipped the phone shut. Meeting Eve's gaze, he held up the address and forced his grin to be a little bit brighter.
"And that's how we do it. Finish up kid, we've got a lot of driving ahead of us."
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