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Post by Dofferz! on Jul 10, 2016 19:30:20 GMT
Being a twoleg stunk. Twolegs stunk. All of them. Except her. She took showers. At least she was learning how to take them, but it was hard to keep balance. Apart from that though, everything that was happening confused her. Why were they humans to begin with, and how come they woke where they did instead of where they fell asleep originally: the warrior's den, medicine den, and apprentice's den? Perhaps it was only a matter of time until SpiderStar showed up, and than MaplePaw, and than StarClan have mercy, Auroradweller. If FawnPelt's crooked jaw carried over, her crippled leg, and BlazeHeart's blind eyes--Larkbeat could only imagine how Auroradweller would turn out as a twoleg. An upwalker. Currently, the red head was laying down on her back on a hotel bed where the two so called "hunters" stopped for the night, and was fiddling around with one of their knives, twirling it around a bit in her fingers, and than allowing a vine to wrap around the hilt of it, only to shrivel and brown up the second after she let go of the magic. Why did her only skill have to be messed up? FawnPelt could speak and move things with her mind, and Benedict could grow living flowers, and most likely he would develop more powers than that over time. For now, LarkBeat kept the shriveled up vine on the hilt, continuing to move it from hand to hand. Where did Sam, Dean, and Castiel even get this stuff without just conjuring it?
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Post by Timur on Jul 10, 2016 19:38:46 GMT
Dean Winchester /LEAN SIGH THE GAY GUY Some of their equipment they got from their father, others they bought, and others yet they found while working jobs and kept for future use. Needless to say if the government found out what was in their trunk they would surely be locked up in maximum security. Dean had interviewed a nice old lady about the death of her grand-daughter, seeing as the dead human's parents weren't around anymore, and had found out a thing or two. Probably just a vengeful spirit, but there were other possibilities. Digging up another grave-yay! The hunter's gaze fell on Larkbeat, who was messing with one of his favorite knives, and his face hardened and he stormed over to the cripple. "That's not yours, cripple." he said, attemtping to grab the knife out of Lark's hands. Not the best way to start a friendship with Dean.
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Post by Dofferz! on Jul 10, 2016 20:06:18 GMT
Vengeful spirit, demon.. What were all the differences? She had even seen a demon already, much to her suprise, although the it was unbeknownst to her that it was actually a demon, not just a poor, helpless kitsune getting consumed by an angry shark. That wasn't the most prettiest of sights for her, with the scent of blood thick and choking in the air, and than the sight of the creature's leg after the wildflower shiftshaper shifted to his original, domestic feline shape. She flinched back a bit as Dean came up and grabbed the knife out of her hands, and sitting up a bit, she would grumble, "Too bad, Foxheart." favorite knife, whatever. Who needed one anyways? She had a fork. Literally. She had made sure to always have one on her at all times, whether it was in her pocket or not. One couldn't go around defenseless in a world full of crime and monsters roaring by on the thunderpaths. It had been enough trouble trying to get her in one at first, especially with two strangers ready to shoot them if need be. Drinking twolegs, reckless twolegs. Twolegs with bad examples.
//dang, I spent forever looking for something for her to call Dean online with his nicknames, but I couldn't find anything ;-;
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Post by Timur on Jul 10, 2016 20:15:07 GMT
Dean Winchester ] Not all twolegs were bad, Dean was actually good guy if you're on his good side. Demons, spirits, wendigos, all the rest of the baddies, and cop were on his bad side. Especially Hendrickson. But Hendrickson was dead. Demon attack, long story. A virgin almost got killed first time around. Sure he drank, sure he played the same five albums of music over and over again, but he saved good people and vanquished the bad monsters that crawled under your bed or walked into your closet. Was he really that bad? Dean tossed the knife onto his bed. Booking hotels had gotten more expensive and harder with the saladclanners around. "What are you gonna do about it huh?" Dean retorted, giving Larkbeat a half hearted glare. She was feisty, and he didn't like it right now.
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Post by Dofferz! on Jul 10, 2016 20:37:58 GMT
Booking hotels was harder? Heck, why not use Trivago and compare the prices and choose the cheapest one? He was a good guy, sure. He could state his facts and debate, but in her mind, there was nothing right now that could shift her view of him. If only Dean was to wake up in their world. Boy, he would be nothing close to a bad guy. Lark would smirk lightly and snort at the thought--he would probably try to exorcise Bill and get set on fire because of it. She was even related to the former leader by relationship. TadpolePaw and DarkSkies. "Honey, what am I gonna do about it?" she would muse, letting her voice turn into what would of been a silky purr, twiddling with her thumbs. "Absolutely nothing."
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Post by Timur on Jul 10, 2016 20:44:42 GMT
Dean Winchester Knowing him, he would stab bill with a silver knife and Sam would encircle him with salt and the demon would laugh. Because it was Bill. And Bill was Bill. Bill would always be Bill. If he woke up in their world, Dean would still go on hunting trips as usual, but would find Sam first. Make sure Sam was ok, and then somehow find a job without newspapers. The thing with Trivago was, the Trivago website was blocked on most hotel wifi. "Then stop complaining and stay right where you are so you don't attract any unwanted attention." Dean ordered, turning around and grabbing his knife and started working the dead vine off of it.
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Post by Dofferz! on Jul 10, 2016 20:55:54 GMT
Dean and Sam, they were brothers, right? Strange how through all the human years, they've stayed together--it's a long time. Of course she knew not of how Sam left the family, but the thought of it turned her attention back to Benedict. It was only six months, but it seemed as if he was sick of her. All her lectures and her restrictions. At one point had they hated each other? A groan switched her thoughts back to that of the real world and the hunter's comment. "And what do you mean by unwanted attention?" she would grunt, thoughts straying as she watched him fiddling with the vine wrapped around the hilt of the knife, something that seemed too common nowadays--day dreaming all the time. (MUSIC KUDOS TO ME)
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Post by Timur on Jul 10, 2016 21:16:20 GMT
Dean Winchester well of course there was the time when Sam left the family, Sam ran away, Sam decided to go to college(stupid Sam), and all the other stuff, but thick and thing each other was really all they had. Yes there was John, but he was dead now. Yes there was Bobby, but they couldn't rely on him for everything. Yes there was Castiel, but he was an angel and busy. So in the end? Really they had each other. Soulless or not, demon blood or clean, hunting or resting, it had always been Sam and Dean. He set the knife down and turned around, clearly annoyed. "I mean anything from demons and be full spirits to me. You'd get yourself killed because they probably already know you're with us and they'll pick you off first chance they get am I clear?" Dean said harshly, staring daggers(not literally lol) into the red head.
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Post by Dofferz! on Jul 10, 2016 21:27:00 GMT
"You think I'm weak." she would shoot, eyes glittering with dull, emerald daggers. "You think I'm a weak, helpless little girl." sitting up completely, she would turn herself to sit on the edge of the bed, balling up her fists while grabbing hold of the mattress. "You think you know everything about them. Demons and vengeful spirits! Bah! Answer me one question, both of those, demons and spirits, are they all bad?" he was losing her temper, it was clear. One question he had to answer, and she repeated it louder this time, "Are they all bad!?"
//Ohhh, angry Larkkk
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Post by Timur on Jul 10, 2016 21:37:37 GMT
Dean Winchester Oh now tensions were rising. That was never good. He glared down the redhead. Who did she think she was? He was bigger and taller, and definitely stronger. Did she seriously think she would win this? "Listen here, Larkbeat. I don't think you're weak, I know it. You won't be able to fight a demon that well with that leg of yours. What are you going to do? Grow daisies and tulips at its feet? Oh so terrifying." Dean said, voice oozing with venom. "I've fought the supernatural all my life. I've killed things your nightmares wouldn't touch with a 9 foot pole. I know a thing or two about vengeful spirits and demons. You have no idea what you are dipping your puny little toes into." he said, not bothering to water it down for her. Were all vengeful spirits bad? Vengeful, yes. "Vengful spirits never mean any good, @sshat."/ooooo angry Deann
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Post by Dofferz! on Jul 10, 2016 21:58:42 GMT
She would jump to her feet, grabbing onto the dresser next to her to remain standing after almost falling down. It was true that he towered over her, but that meant nothing. "TO HELL WITH YOU!" she would screech, losing her balance as she felt the ground shake underneath her, herself falling while her arm was still in the air gripping hold. A burst of pain shot up her arm at the sudden collapse, and even a few items fell off the table with the movement. Sbe would groan as she pulled herself back up, shaking from the effort. Suddenly her voice stopped, calmed, and turned into that of a river of honey. Silky and sweet. "I loved a Demon, sweetie. And any demon? Nope. Get a load of this--the motherfricking prince of Hell himself." she hadn't noticed it, but that time sitting by the river with Seir came back to her mind, and it was only than that she recognized her feelings for him. And he was gone. "And the way he looked? Oh, you wouldn't believe it." she would whisper, more sagging than standing with one arm on the bed, one on the dresser higher up. Still standing, legs bent and forwards more, and her eyes fixed in contact with Dean's, waiting for his reaction. There was something though, something not right about it all. She felt horrible, it had been forever since she had lost her temper like that, and doing it now was just... Just so... There was no way for her to explain it. Her eyes relaxed returning to their normal way, more soft and angry, and her arms shook until she fell down onto the floor. Twolegs, why were they so emotional? Heart pounding, she would let out a deep, shaky breath, looking back up from her position on the floor. "I-I... I lost my temper... I'm, I'm sorry." she would stutter, inching back a bit, before putting her hand out with a dead flower in it and smiling weakly. "Uh, w-want a f-flower?"
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