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logsinthenight2020-02-01 04:37 pm
helled) wrote in logsinthenight2020-02-01 04:37 pm
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[ closed ] but for now it's time to run, it's time to run.
characters: sam winchester, jo harvelle
location: the woods, near the armory
date/time: probably fwd-dated to some time after the arrival for sammy
content: spirits are chasing a winchester, what else is new? except sam finds himself out of bullets and very nearly out of options. thankfully another hunter is nearby to hear his call. a continuation from here.
warnings: nothing as of yet, will note it if things change!
[ It's the sound of a woman's voice, a familiar woman's voice, that has Sam weighing his own options. Does he respond? Should he respond? Is it safe to respond?
But he'd asked for help and someone answered, told him to meet here at the armory. Paranoid or not, this might be his only chance.
Besides, he'd managed to briefly make his way inside, grabbing the nearest anti-spirit thing he could find, which happened to be a pretty gnarly looking iron pole. It's ... not even a weapon, really, and would probably do better to stoke a fire than stab a monster. It's no salt-gun either, but it would keep the spirits back home at bay if he took a swing at them. He's not sure if the same rules apply here, but it's the only intel he's got to work with.
After some deliberation, Sam steps out into the open, armed only by said metal and a hell of a lot of gumption.
When he sees Jo Harvelle standing there, alert and expectant, he never thought she'd be the spirit in these woods he'd see. Like an apparition from his past life, all of that guilt comes back again in a cold wash over his entire body. How many years had it been? ]
Jo. You're —
[ The rest of whatever he might have said stops short at his lips. He's almost too stunned to make a move. ]
location: the woods, near the armory
date/time: probably fwd-dated to some time after the arrival for sammy
content: spirits are chasing a winchester, what else is new? except sam finds himself out of bullets and very nearly out of options. thankfully another hunter is nearby to hear his call. a continuation from here.
warnings: nothing as of yet, will note it if things change!
[ It's the sound of a woman's voice, a familiar woman's voice, that has Sam weighing his own options. Does he respond? Should he respond? Is it safe to respond?
But he'd asked for help and someone answered, told him to meet here at the armory. Paranoid or not, this might be his only chance.
Besides, he'd managed to briefly make his way inside, grabbing the nearest anti-spirit thing he could find, which happened to be a pretty gnarly looking iron pole. It's ... not even a weapon, really, and would probably do better to stoke a fire than stab a monster. It's no salt-gun either, but it would keep the spirits back home at bay if he took a swing at them. He's not sure if the same rules apply here, but it's the only intel he's got to work with.
After some deliberation, Sam steps out into the open, armed only by said metal and a hell of a lot of gumption.
When he sees Jo Harvelle standing there, alert and expectant, he never thought she'd be the spirit in these woods he'd see. Like an apparition from his past life, all of that guilt comes back again in a cold wash over his entire body. How many years had it been? ]
Jo. You're —
[ The rest of whatever he might have said stops short at his lips. He's almost too stunned to make a move. ]
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He said there was a spirit, it might still be out there. Jo has seen the sprits seemingly turn on a dime and murder people. She doesn't want that to happen again.
She drops her shotgun to her side, letting the strap on her shoulder take the weapon's weight.]
Hi, Sam. [She can't see his face, but he sounds older. She holds her lantern up, the simple metal holding a warm yellow light reminiscent of her favorite, long-gone jukebox. It's her.
She has a lot of questions, but it isn't the time.]
Do you know where it is? They can be deadly. If it hasn't calmed down, we need to go.
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[ Sam is staring at her now like ... well, like he's seen a ghost. Hell, he might still be convinced that she is a ghost, even when she's holding a lantern in her hand the same way he's got his.
No. No, no, come on, Sam. Make some logical sense of this.
Even if she was a ghost here, the last thing he's going to do is waste her. This is Jo. She's here to help.
He shakes his head. ] Right. I heard something a little while back, but nothing since. We might be safe for now. What is that thing?
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She mutters a quick curse under her breath. She feels bad about surprising him, she can't even gloat about knowing something he doesn't. Sometimes it felt like the younger Winchester used his height to store his encyclopediac knowledge.]
They're spirits. Uh, forest spirits. As far as I know, they're the only native things here. [She can't remember if there was more information about them at some point that Winter or Robin gave them.]
Mostly they seem to want to help, but they can be deadly. Did you see any green eyes? The green-eyed spirits are trouble.
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[ He's seen the yellow eyes and the red, but green's definitely a new one. He makes a note of Jo's advice, keeps it locked away for the future when he inevitably has to face one of these creatures. He just hopes that doesn't have to be tonight, even if trouble tends to follow him wherever he goes.
For now though, he turns back to her. How long has it been, really? ]
Jo ... I gotta ask: you — are you really here?
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Jo lowers her lantern at his question, moving a few steps toward him so their conversation can be held at a more normal volume.]
I guess so. [She lets out a breath, sighing before she continues.]
I blacked out in the hardware store and woke up on the boat. Alone.
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[ Especially given his own personal introduction to this place has so far included random green-eyed spirits following him out into the woods like this.
When Jo steps closer towards him, Sam can't help but tense up — it's instinct, really. But he studies her for a moment, remembers the hardware store too. Can't forget it, really, even if he wanted to. Her death, Ellen's death, Ash's ... the guilt and regret hasn't left him all these years and he suspects it never will. They were like family when he and Dean didn't have much.
He swallows. ] Well, you're not alone anymore. [ He's here now and he doesn't plan on leaving her here if he's getting out. ] What do you know about this place?
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There's a lot I don't know. Here are some of the basics. The spirits are generally neutral, if not friendly. [Some are very friendly. Sam will figure it out.]
This world has been threatened before, that threat wiped everything out somehow. World Eaters. [How to describe them.]
Giant creatures, drawn to light. They've been taking stars out. [Speaking of, she should check with Rosinante about that. Right.]
We're here to stop them and save everything. [She looks off to the side, thinking for a moment to try to point at the Lighthouse before she changes her mind.]
If it goes badly, the Lighthouse Keeper can wipe the board and start over.