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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.

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Step number one of taking over leadership from Bunny was getting as informed as possible. That was why Rich had commandeered a room to essentially use as an office. It was now packed with books and scrolls to study to get a handle on the lore, magical mechanics, and history of this world.

He'd also managed to get his hands on a tablet to use as a datapad. One lucky thing about the technology he'd used during the war was that he was already used to typing one-handed, due to the datapads they'd used during the war being pretty small. And he was left-handed so he still had his dominant hand.

Still, what he wouldn't give for the medicos he had during the war. He'd lost a leg once, during the bombardment on Daedalus 5, and they'd grown him a new one in the space of a few days. Sadly, they didn't have the technological resources here for organ cloning, even if they possibly had people with the right expertise to do it. They probably had the resources to make him a decent prosthetic to use outside of battle, though, and that was something he planned on requesting.

Something else he needed besides all the lore and info on the enemy was data on all the people here. Skill sets, powers, fighting experience and so on.

So, for the ones Bunny wasn't able to give him info on, Rich was calling them in for a little interview. Each time, he introduced himself (to the ones he hadn't already met, at least) and explained the situation.

"I called you in here because Bunny's going to be relinquishing leadership of our little band of misfits to me as soon as I'm caught up on everything, so one thing I need to do is find out what everyone can do. I just have a few questions to ask you. This is also an opportunity for you to ask any questions of me."

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the_civilian

"Professor Callaghan? Prof—"

A horrible shrieking noise from above caught his attention and Tadashi Hamada spent his last moments of life throwing his arms up over his head as a beam (burned free from the Expo Hall ceiling) plummeted toward his head.

...Except his last moments were a lot longer that he'd expected. And suddenly very, very cold. Fresh air absent of any inferno of heat sliced into his lungs like a knife, making him cough hard enough to stagger him to his knees. The ground squelched.

"...What...?"

Tadashi wheezed through another coughing fit, staring around him in confusion. No flames. No science projects at risk of explosion. Just a cool evening in the unfamiliar suburbs.

Weird.

Once he could breathe again, Tadashi rose to his feet, brushing at the mud on the knees of his jeans. He clearly wasn't in San Fransokyo anymore – had there been a teleporter at the Showcase? He didn't think there had been, but he'd been too amped up about Hiro's presentation to really notice or care what everyone else had been doing. But teleportation this advanced would have been revolutionary in the extreme; surely he’d have heard something about it...

He just had to stay calm and work this out. Look at it from another angle until something clicked into place.

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Upon arrival to Burgess, the others found themselves in the middle of a mess. Children all wandering towards the witches' cabin in the woods, surrounding by a magical dome that didn't let in any adults, the adults all wandering towards the party at the local community college, where the adults were under a spell meant to cause them to dance themselves to death.

The songs, fortunately, had stopped by the time they arrived, but with all the kids inside the dome and all the adults entranced at the party, they had to find some other way to break the spells aside from brute force.

Which meant killing the witches.

Fortunately they had time - at least according to the talking cat that appeared when they tried to break into the dome, claiming to be an enemy of the witches. Apparently peeking inside meant he saw that the spell was draining the life from Jack and the other young myths because they had a surplus of it as myths. Jack in particular had a ton of life energy due to his long unlife and the belief the kids had in him, and it meant that it'd take a long time for the spell to drain the life from all the kids to kill them. It was sucking them all dry, but while Jack bore the brunt of the spell, and then the other myth children that were part of the team next, all of the kids would live.

Until he rain dry. Once he was nearly tapped, the other myths kids all would run close to empty, too, and then the mortal children - and they'd all die at the same time.

Which mean they all had a very important task to accomplish - alone. Other than the team members that had shown up, backup from the Pole wasn't coming, since all the others were out dealing with putting out other fires around the world or not ready to leave the Pole and fight yet.

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After getting his brother settled (and didn't THAT take a while?), Sam retreated to the library. After telling Dean where it was and how to get there. Leaving his brother to his own devices was possibly not the best idea in the entire world, no, but he did make Dean promise not to shoot first before finding out about things.

The library soothed him in ways that so much about this world couldn't, though it's frustrating and enlightening at turns. He tended to spend a lot of the time there when they weren't on a mission out of hopes that the key to what they were dealing with was in there, somewhere.

He just needed to look a bit more, flip through a few more books. Maybe.

For now, Sam found himself in one of the comfortable chairs, legs stretched out as he worked his way through another volume of mythology. And even though he didn't have to sleep, that didn't mean his eyes weren't drooping a bit. But he was completely out in the open and had gotten so used to other people being around that he didn't even jump when they came in. Just looked up to see who had arrived before going back to his book.

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The motel that Dean went to sleep in was the same one he woke up in, until he walked outside.

For one thing, he'd gone to sleep at night, and knew he'd been asleep at least a full 8 hours. In defiance of this, the stars were still twinkling. This was doubly odd, because the motel he'd gone to sleep in had been on the outskirts of Chicago, under too much light pollution for any stars at all, but this motel was so far out of any town that the road leading up to it was unpaved.

"What the hell?"

Someone was playing a piss-poor game on him, and nobody ever played games on Dean Winchester for harmless fun. He reached into his coat for a weapon, and found a fully loaded sig sauer right where he'd . . . not actually put it the night before.

And yet there it was in his shoulder holster. Huh. Had he seriously slept with a loaded gun? It wouldn't be the first time, but seriously, how had he forgotten that the night before?

There was no real time to look this gift horse in the mouth, so Dean kept the muzzle of the firearm to the ground as he looked around for a trace of movement, any clue as to what he was not currently doing adjacent to a major city.

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Entries tagged with sam winchester

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[LN] Dean can have firearms, but not nice things.

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