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ya_assemble2015-06-11 05:12 pm
heirtrigger) wrote in ya_assemble2015-06-11 05:12 pm
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The Devil's Own Luck [Open] [Pre-Injustice]
Up in Jersey, there had been a new influx of rumors about the Jersey Devil - which would register as odd to some, given that Dipper, Mabel, and some others had dealt with him some time back.
These also differed from previous accounts - this time the devil was a woman, sometimes she didn't have wings, she dressed like a person, and carried a gun and hunted like a man. The bulk of the reports came from hunters who found themselves being stolen from. They describe the gunshots being as loud as thunder, and a woman flickering in and out of vision coming to carry their quarry away after killing it out from under the hunters.
Cryptid hunters that seem to find a trail also reported bright flashes of light or color, followed by horrible, monstrous sounds, as well as a noticeable scent of sulfur in the air.
It's all very strange to both the locals and their so-called devil. She's not sure where she is, and the way the humans she's encountered with act is strange, even for someone used to getting negative reactions. She tries to hide out, but stealth was never her strong suit.
These also differed from previous accounts - this time the devil was a woman, sometimes she didn't have wings, she dressed like a person, and carried a gun and hunted like a man. The bulk of the reports came from hunters who found themselves being stolen from. They describe the gunshots being as loud as thunder, and a woman flickering in and out of vision coming to carry their quarry away after killing it out from under the hunters.
Cryptid hunters that seem to find a trail also reported bright flashes of light or color, followed by horrible, monstrous sounds, as well as a noticeable scent of sulfur in the air.
It's all very strange to both the locals and their so-called devil. She's not sure where she is, and the way the humans she's encountered with act is strange, even for someone used to getting negative reactions. She tries to hide out, but stealth was never her strong suit.
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Sounded like a copycat myth riding on the belief the locals still had in the Jersey Devil, though as Guardians the Winchesters were privy to the knowledge that the original Jersey Devil was definitely deceased (and . . . whatever happened that prevented mythical things from sticking around after they were dead, a weird, complicated process by the sound of it).
Dean, never a fan of riding through the reality-warping portal of the snowglobes, still didn't exactly have his interdimensional travel legs, and fell face-first on the carpet of pine needles as he and Sam emerged into the Jersey pine barrens. He stood up quickly, trying to pretend he wasn't wiping pine needles off his face, reaching into his jacket.
"You know, for some reason, I can always find my Sig in here, but never a glock," he commented, to take Sam's attention away from the pine needles he'd just been spitting out, and onto the mystery of the jacket that never seemed to run out of weapons that shouldn't fit in it.
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Even if it was funny.
"Though the fact that you can find your Sig is something, I guess. I mean, you have a certain attachment to it." Though he knew that Dean had pulled a lot of different stuff out of his jacket by now. "Having some weapon is better than nothing right now."
He rolled his shoulders, looking around where they'd come out. "Another day, another forest."
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She'd been trying to creep through this part of the forest for more food, when the rather...noticeable effect of the portal caught her eye. Some kind of magic, but none she could identify. She pulled a piece of leather from a pouch at her hip, and murmured to herself while making gestures very quickly with her free hand. There's a shimmer of light as an invisible field envelops her - she's not sure if these newcomers can see her, but better safe than sorry, especially if they have magical capability.
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"Another forest, another monster in the forest," he added to Sam, softly. He jerked his head left, where a boulder would provide him with better cover, and a better position from which to triangulate the beast. "Cover me."
He moved swiftly and quietly from the cover of the tree, leaving it for Sam, eyes out for the Jersey Impostor.
Imp. IMPostor. Ha.
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Covering Dean tended to mean something slightly different these days.
He moved to a better position to watch from as well, keeping down and staying steady in the woods.
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Negotiation and such wasn't her strong suit, and was better left to pretty much anyone else she knew, but she didn't have any of them around. So here she was, attempting to be diplomatic while combat-ready: "Hey, uh, you two. What do you want with me?" Her word cadence is stilted, and her tone is very uncertain - and after she says that, her head posture falters for a moment as one does when they think 'oh god that was dumb why did I say that'.
That's what happens when you roll a 3 on diplomacy with no skill ranks, and a -1 to charisma...no subject
Dean glanced at Sam momentarily, gun trained on the demon. Normally he would have already been shooting, but it felt . . . pretty strange to be shooting at something that was asking him a fairly straightforward question.
"You the one calling yourself the Jersey Devil these days?" he asked, holding his Sig steady.
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Sam didn't relax entirely, but he did loosen his stance a little. But not entirely. Because he wasn't sure what they were dealing with here and it wasn't something he was going to trust for a little while yet.