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dcfyingdcath · 3 years

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IANTO·:

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― ◊ 𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐎 tensed up a bit. he wasn’t a stranger to people knowing what torchwood was. hell, nearly everyone in cardiff once they had been there long enough knew what torchwood was. bloody torchwood was cardiff’s catchphrase. but she was not from cardiff, even aside from her accent. because even if cardiff people knew what torchwood was, they certainly didn’t know the team’s name. they didn’t know his name!

b u t

the supernatural creatures. the fact that he was alive. no sightings or newpaper articles on aliens despite the fact that this is wales. 𝗷𝗮𝗰𝗸. 𝗿𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝘁𝘆𝗹𝗲𝗿.

bloody fucking hell. he was in a parallel earth wasn’t he? fuck. F U C K. no wonder everything seemed off. no wonder things didn’t seem to make sense and there were things that just seemed weird. it could even explain why, despite learning the basics of computers and coding from 𝘁𝗼𝘀𝗵, he couldn’t find his way into torchwood’s system. he also needed to jump through parallel earth’s. and apparently either this one or whatever one she was from, people knew who he was. THERE WERE GIFS OF HIM. g i f s which meant he was in some kind of tv show or movie.

oh god she knew who he was. that he was with 𝗷𝗮𝗰𝗸. his life was put up on the screen for someone else’s entertainment. torchwood. aliens. the pain he’d been through. did people know about the fall of one? about 𝗹𝗶𝘀𝗮?

but now was not the time for a break down. no. he had to keep his shit together, because maybe getting into torchwood could help him figure out how he had jumped parallel earths.

“ if you can. 𝘁𝗼𝘀𝗵 showed me a few things she’d done. i helped her with some basic read over and idea generating for some of our code, but i’m no where near her skill level and kept getting locked out. as well - well. i assume i’m not on my earth right now which may be causing issues. ”

Charlie managed to put aside her excitement enough for Ianto’s words to make something click in her mind. Not on my Earth. Well, that much was obvious to her. Obviously he wasn’t on his Earth, or she wouldn’t be here. His Earth was entirely fictional on hers. But, if Ianto wasn’t on his Earth, who was to say she wasn’t in the same boat? It’d explain helluva lot. It’d open up a whole load more questions too, though.

“Huh,” she thought aloud, sounding much calmer than she felt because yeah, parallel universe? Not good. As if waking up with scrambled memories after dying - pretty sure - wasn’t messed up enough. Now it might not just be that she was trapped in a random town in Wales, but also in a whole other Universe. “Don’t like that.”

But she tried not to linger on it. She’d rather not have that crisis in front of a-- could she say stranger? Did that count in this scenario?

“Yeah, that may complicate things a little. Here’s the thing: in my universe, you’re on a tv show. Torchwood doesn’t exist. Not really. So, I can try, but you might be having so much trouble because Torchwood just... isn’t a thing here. Wherever here is.” She was damn good at her job, one of the best, but she wasn’t good enough to break into something that didn’t even exist. And she certainly wasn’t good enough to cross whatever universe barriers there was. If that was even a thing?

Charlie was going to give it her all, anyway. Of course she was. She’d be kicking herself forever if she ever passed up on the opportunity to hack into freaking Torchwood. And hey, she wasn’t one to pass up on a challenge.

#' i'm a wee bit obsessive. if 'wee bit' means completely ( interactions ) .#ft. ianto jones .

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dcfyingdcath · 3 years

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DEAN·:

closed starter : dean & castiel @dcfyingdcath

It’s not like Dean hasn’t seen Cas fight before. He’s seen the smiting and the angel blades and the total lack of reaction when taking a hit from anything weaker than an angel. But he’d been a little busy those previous times – here, though? Here, in this fucked up town, where it’s just beginning to edge into dawn after a long night of Halloween and monsters run rampant, and Cas is busy finishing off the last zombie, Dean is free to hang back and watch a bit.

Really doesn’t help that Cas is still dressed like Dr. Sexy. Dean had tried to get him to take off the labcoat at least because he was being driven to fucking distraction, but apparently Cas was a stickler for Halloween rules and had remained impassive in the face of Dean’s begging, because he’s a goddamn asshole. And then he’d started smiting zombies, still dressed like that, and Dean really thinks he can be excused for hanging back a bit to occasionally mutter under his breath about how strong Cas is when Cas throws a zombie a good ten feet.

But, finally, the last zombie topples to the ground, a burnt out husk, and there’s somehow not even a spot on that white coat. Dean, meanwhile, is pretty sure he has a chunk of zombie in his hair.

“You think that’s the last of them? I think that’s the last of them. If it ain’t, some other douche that’s not us is gonna have to deal with them, because I need a fucking burger, we’ve been out here for hours,” Dean grouches, flicking gore off his shotgun. “And you really need to change out of that costume.”

As Castiel fights, can feel Dean’s eyes on him, but he doesn’t think about it too much. They’ve fought together for a long time now; they have each other’s backs, so he figures he’s watching out for him and he appreciates it. Not that he needs it.

Then, aside from the sound of Dean’s voice, it’s quiet. The rumbling of the ground has silenced, and there doesn’t appear to be any further movement. He waits a beat, and another, and then, “Yes, I think that’s the last of them. I don’t hear or see any signs of more rising.” A fond look crosses his face as his eyes flicker towards Dean. Quite frankly, he looks bad, all covered in blood and rotten flesh, but it’s Dean, and Cas has never been able to not feel warmly about him.

As for his costume, he’s not sure why Dean wants him out of it so badly. It’s still very clean compared to his, and he’d been so insistent that he should dress this way in the first place. “Out of the two of us, I think you’re the one who needs to change,” he shoots back, eyeing the gore-covered costume before beginning to walk away, expecting Dean to follow close behind. “But yes, we can go and get food for you. Perhaps we can return once you’ve eaten, just to be certain that we managed to destroy them all.”

#' my 'people skills' are 'rusty' ( interactions ) .#ft. dean winchester .

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dcfyingdcath · 3 years

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MICHAEL·:

His words amused the shape, the monster wandering around with blood on his hand. So many lives that had been ruined thanks to him. If the other only knew. But it felt comforting that no one did know. Michael never spoke, never gave anyone the chance to hear his voice. It gave him the upper hand, a sense of control. “Good” Michael wrote on a piece of paper and showed to the other male. He then turned his focus back to what he did before the interruption.

Mike raised his brow when he read the word. Alright, now the guy was kinda giving him the creeps. Just a little. That’ll happen around weird guys when your ‘friend’ decided to pretend to be a maniac and ended up getting all your friends killed, he supposed. Not that he was about to let on to that. Quite frankly, the fucked up shit that went on in his head was nobody’s business, and he was a fucking badass regardless, okay? “Uh... that’s weird as shit, but okay,” he scoffed. “Who’re you even supposed to be?”

#death tw #' that scared the blue outta my jeans ( interactions ) .#ft. michael myers .

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dcfyingdcath · 3 years

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KIMIKO·:

She nodded. She didn’t feel unsafe going to a second place with her. And even if the girl tried to pull anything, Kimiko was sure that she could handle herself. “Coffee sounds good.” She typed out. When Annie asked the second question she tried to pull something out of her brain. Some indication that they had met. Some solid memory that she could point at and say “yes, this is it.” But she was coming up short. She shook her head. “I’m not recalling an exact moment. But you’re definitely familiar.” She typed.

Annie beamed, starting to lead the way to the nearest coffee shop. Her steps were slow, taking her time. There was no need to rush. “I guess we must’ve bumped into each other.” That must’ve been it, something insignificant, passing one another at the store, maybe. But she couldn’t get it off her mind. Kimiko wasn’t one of the criminals she’d stopped, or Annie wouldn’t feel so comfortable around her. She wasn’t one of the people she’d saved, either; she remembered all of their faces, the people she’d saved and the people she couldn’t. “How’re you liking it here, anyway? This place is so different from home, I’m not sure I’m ever going to be able to adjust.”

#' i'm done taking any more shit ( interactions ) .#ft. kimiko miyashiro .

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dcfyingdcath · 3 years

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JACK·:

It really was absurd. At least it was to the two of them for two different reasons.It was absurd that Jack was back on earth, he left for a reason on his own accord. Therefore it just felt wrong for him to walk on the streets of this Welsh town. It brought that sense of sadness that he was back here. This may not be Cardiff but it was Wales, he left this place and now he had to be constantly reminded of his faults and failures. “I am not sure if we can leave” he admitted and frowned.

That was a pretty serious hypothesis to have, Castiel thought. Not being able to leave was on par with his appearance here, however; just as absurd and yet, unfortunately, entirely believable. He wondered if whatever was supposedly keeping them here would be easily slipped through if his wings had been functioning. Teleportation and moving through time had been as simple as blinking an eye before. Although, if it was Chuck who had brought him here, he was more powerful than any angel. If anyone could keep him trapped here, it was Chuck.

“I need you to tell me everything you know about this... situation. You must’ve leave out any detail.”

#' my 'people skills' are 'rusty' ( interactions ) .#ft. jack harkness .

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dcfyingdcath · 3 years

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ZELDA·:

“What does that one mean? Like.. what does it stand for?” they pointed towards the one in question, the one who caused so much confusion and emotion to erupt inside their heart. It felt familiar, like home. But they couldn’t quite place how that came to be. How she could feel the way they felt at this very moment. And over a pin, it was pathetic. Running a hand through their hair, Zelda let out a heavy sigh.

Charlie’s eyes followed the person’s finger, grinning when she saw which one she was pointing at. “Oh! That’s the Triforce. Neat, right?” She enthused, grinning widely until she saw the look on the person’s face. It didn’t seem to excite them as much as it did her. If anything, they looked... confused? Overwhelmed, maybe? “It’s from the Legend of Zelda series. There’s a lot of lore behind it, but it grants wishes. The three triangles are all different pieces: power, courage, and wisdom...” she trailed off. “Are you okay? You don’t look so hot.”

#' i'm a wee bit obsessive. if 'wee bit' means completely ( interactions ) .#ft. princess zelda .

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dcfyingdcath · 4 years

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CHARLIE BRADBURY AND ROSE TYLER; @hollowedheavens

Charlie had, of course, been hoping that she would come across Rose, but she hadn’t gone looking for her. She wasn’t a creep, she’d just... hoped she would bump into her at some point. Hoped a lot. But come on, can you blame her? Rose was one of her favourite companions, and the saying never meet your idols had proven to be wrong so far. Turned out, the ‘fictional characters’ she’d met had been just as awesome in real life as she thought.

And Rose was brave, and hot, and cute, and funny, and... listen, she knew she would probably have no interest in her, she wasn’t delusional, but just getting to meet her was going to be fantastic.

But she wasn’t expecting to see her right now. To literally bump into her, too distracted by dancing to her music to pay enough attention to her surroundings.

Her eyes widened in surprise as she slid her headphones off her head and onto her shoulders, her hair caught in them. “Holy shit, it’s you-- I am so sorry, I wasn’t watching where I was going, but wow am I psyched to see you.” She was grinning from ear to ear, practically bouncing on the balls of her feet and trying to contain all of her nerves and excitement. “I’m Charlie. And you’re Rose! Rose Tyler. Man... can I like, get you a coffee or something?”

#' i'm a wee bit obsessive. if 'wee bit' means completely ( interactions ) .#ft. rose tyler .

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dcfyingdcath · 4 years

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MICHAEL·:

@dcfyingdcath· || Mike

Seeing his art hang on walls had brought so much pride to the normally cold and dead heart of Michael Myers. Even the walls of people he killed. He would catch himself just stand in the living room, stare at his own painting. Today he was trying to come up with a new idea for a new painting when someone sat down opposite him at his table. Thank god he wore his mask, not looking up. Hidden from the world.

The dude was creepy as fuck with that mask covering his face. It reminded him of things he'd really like to not think about, but Mike was in a rush, needed somewhere to sit, and this was the only free spot. He could put up with a weirdo for a short while if it meant he could eat before he had to go back to work. “You know, Halloween was like-- what? Two weeks ago? You’re a bit late to the party, man,” he commented. “People are gonna think you’re a maniac or somethin’.”

#' that scared the blue outta my jeans ( interactions ) .#ft. michael myers .

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dcfyingdcath · 4 years

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ZELDA:

Just looking at the red haired girl, they nodded and then went back to reading their book. Their memories ebbing back and forth like waves. One second they knew things and the next those memories vanished. They knew that they had been a princess, locked inside the big Hyrule Castle. But the rest was still a fog. When they looked up again, they saw something on the others bag that caught their attention. It felt familiar but also so foreign.

Charlie paused when she saw the look on the person’s face, trying to figure out what could be wrong. Sad book, maybe? She’d had more than her fair share of emotions over books she’d enjoyed, but this looked more like confusion than anything, and they weren’t even looking in their book. They were looking at her bag. She followed their gaze, loose curls falling into her face. “Oh, uh-- you like my pins?” She asked, her smile becoming a little more strained and awkward and she pulled her tablet out of her bag. “Neat right?”

#' i'm a wee bit obsessive. if 'wee bit' means completely ( interactions ) .#ft. princess zelda .

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dcfyingdcath · 4 years

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KIMIKO·:

She looked down at the hand, trying to remain calm. She didn’t like physical contact that much, but something about this woman doing it made her feel comforted. So she didn’t flinch away. But she didn’t move to hug her either. There was still the possibility of her not being a good person. Or that Kimiko herself wasn’t a good person. There was definitely stuff she was forgetting. She just couldn’t figure it out.

“I’m Kimiko.” She typed out. The name Annie felt familiar. She knew she was getting close to recalling something. She nodded. “I’d like that.”

Kimiko. The name sounded just as familiar as the woman appeared to be, though she remained a mystery. Annie couldn’t figure out why she felt this way about the woman-- Kimiko. Somehow, she knew she could trust her, though. She felt comfortable with her. The first familiar face amongst many, many strange ones since she’d woken up here. “How about coffee? Or something else, if you’d prefer?” She paused, hesitating before asking her next question. “Are you sure we haven’t met before? You’re so familiar...”

#' i'm done taking any more shit ( interactions ) .#ft. kimiko miyashiro .

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dcfyingdcath · 4 years

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JACK·:

“Sallow Hills. Wales, I believe. I always seem to find my way back to Wales it seems” he said and chuckled. The chuckle hid the internal sadness he carried around. He had for eleven years. He wondered if things ever would get easier. Like so many people have said time and time again which caused his ears to ring out, screaming for them all to shut up and leave him alone. Losing the love of your life, seeing the life vanish from his beautiful blue eyes. It was something you could never move on from.

“That’s absurd,” Castiel murmured, eyebrows knitted together in a mixture of confusion and concern. Had Chuck brought him here? That would be the logical conclusion, but for what purpose? He’d raised the spirits from Hell as part of his story, so putting in the effort to do that and then make Castiel appear in Wales seemed contradictory. Then again, it was Sam and Dean that Chuck cared about. Not him. Separating them might just make it easier for him to pull their strings. Although, why even bother keeping him alive? He’d-- he’d taken their son from them, he could’ve easily done the same to him if he’d wanted him out of the picture. Castiel just became more and more confused the more he thought about it. “I need to leave. Return to Kansas. To my family.”

#' my 'people skills' are 'rusty' ( interactions ) .#ft. jack harkness .

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dcfyingdcath · 4 years

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THE DOCTOR·:

It wasn’t like he intended to crash land.

The Doctor never actually intends to crash land anywhere- just don’t ask anyone who’s ever travelled with him- it just happens. Like rain. Like clouds suspiciously denying their very function, leaving The Doctor very cloud-less, and thrown out of Victorian London.

He didn’t know if he’d ever go back, being a mopey and infuriatingly repeating time now.

Crashing in this time. Now. Whenever now was. Being thrown from one anomaly to another seeming anomaly would be normal. Exciting even. However, the Doctor was crashing in the fixed-point anomaly. In Wales.

Awful country, Wales.

Right. Crashing. Crashed. Smoking. Not good.

The Doctor waved the smoke away as he exited the TARDIS door, goggles firmly on, bowtie thoroughly soot-stained. For a moment, the Time Lord just stared at the smoke, the open door, the suspicious blast marks. It hasn’t been this bad since-

No. No repeats, not now at least.

Of all places to land, it wasn’t a bad spot, per say. While he’s pretty sure this is where a lamppost was supposed to be, it could have been worse. Could have been in the middle of the laundromat across the way. Or a garden.

Or on the person standing there, also staring at the smoke.

open for everyone!

Charlie snapped her laptop closed and sprinted outside the moment she heard the wooshing of the TARDIS appearing. This was exactly what she’d been hoping for; a run in with the Doctor. She’d already met Ianto, so it wasn’t exactly unreasonable to think that the Doctor was out there somewhere, sometime, even if it was unlikely that he’d ever drop into Sallow Hills. But man had she hoped. And apparently, that hope hadn’t been for nothing.

Her heart pounded as the blue of the TARDIS came into view, and she almost froze up in a mixture of excitement and shock. Because fuck, it was one thing knowing that the Doctor was real, and another thing seeing him and the freaking TARDIS right in front of her eyes.

The smoke was less exciting, granted, and shit that probably meant the Doctor was stranded here now, too. At least for now. Not that she was about to let that destroy this moment for her. She was sure he could get her fixed up, then... hell, maybe he could get them all outta here.

“Doctor!” She exclaimed, rushing towards him and grinning from ear to ear. Before she could think her actions through, she pulled him into a tight hug, clinging onto him for a few seconds before puling away. She was all but bouncing from excitement. “Holy shit, dude, it’s an honour. I’m- uh,” she cleared her throat. “Hi, um. My name’s Charlie. You don’t know me but man, you’ve been a big part of my life. It’s uh-- wow. You’re really here.”

#' i'm a wee bit obsessive. if 'wee bit' means completely ( interactions ) .#ft. the eleventh doctor .

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dcfyingdcath · 4 years

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IANTO·:

― OKAY so maybe mentioning a secret organization wasn’t the smartest thing Ianto could have done. however, torchwood could forgive him. he’d learned it was better to seek forgiveness than permission, especially when it came to things like this. especially when he needed to know that they were okay. that Gwen and Rhys and their little one were still alive. that Jack - Jack. that Jack was surviving, that he wasn’t spiraling. that he wasn’t alone. he needed to get in, and if that meant giving a complete stranger the possibility of getting into torchwood - well it was a risk he was willing to take. she didn’t seem that scary. if necessary, he was sure he could convince her to keep quiet. and there was something about her smile that eased him, that assured him he could trust her.

“well when the organization thinks i’m dead, i suppose the nation secretes paperwork i signed doesn’t apply anymore,” he said. he drummed his fingers against the desk. the death thing was the biggest issue that was blocking him. he couldn’t use his credentials to verify himself because it would just lock him out more. he bit back a sigh. he couldn’t give up hope yet. this woman seemed fairly confident in her skills. he highly doubted that anyone could compete with their Toshiko, but perhaps someone could be good enough to get through. people had gotten in before, though that tended to be people who were already in. Suzie, notably. but maybe. he had to have faith.

“organization name is torchwood. judging by your accent, you might not recognize it. it’s - well i believe people call it cardiff’s area 51.” it was a bad analogy. area 51 wasn’t even for aliens. they just liked to keep that lie around themselves. even if Ianto didn’t know what was actually there, he knew no organization that dealt with aliens so publicly let people believe that. “it’s run by the queen and crown. not really governmental. we - well my branch was in cardiff and we dealt with … things that would come in.”

Charlie almost choked, forcing a laugh because come on, that had to be a joke, right? The people thinking he was dead thing, she could get behind. She’d died a couple of times herself and still somehow ended up alive and here, so that part, she had no reason to question. That was all a-okay as far as she was concerned. What she did find funny, or -- well, maybe not funny, but it had to have been a joke -- was that the guy seemed to think that Torchwood was a real thing. And okay, it wasn’t like Charlie was a stranger to fictional things actually being real, she’d been to Oz for fuck’s sake, but this was just... insane.

But the guy didn’t seem to be laughing. Seemed to be pretty damn serious, actually, and as she got a good look at him...

“Holy shit,” she breathed, eyes widening with surprise. She’d never seen Torchwood, but she’d definitely seen Doctor Who, and yeah, she was pretty sure she’d seen gifs of this guy. And obviously, she knew what Torchwood was. “You’re uh--” she gave a wave of her hand, trying to recall his name, like it was stuck on the tip of her tongue. “Ian-- Ianto! Right? That’s your name? Dude, I swear, I’ve seen gifs or you and Jack before. I’m not into dudes but like, total score, right? he must be a fun guy to be around.”

And then it began to dawn on her that if he was real, then so was the Doctor. And Rose. And Martha. And Donna. And damn, if that wasn’t the best news she’d had since finding out that Sam and Dean were around. But as much as she wanted to celebrate, apparently she had a job to do, and a pretty fucking important one, at that, if it involved Torchwood.

“Okay. Uh-- sorry, man. Torchwood. Right, you want me to break into Torchwood. No pressure or anything,” she laughed awkwardly, turning her attention back to the laptop. This wasn’t going to be easy, but despite her freaking out, she was a professional and could get the job done. Maybe. “Oh, I recognise it. I can get in.”

#aksjnkjansdkjsnkjn i am SO SORRY ABOUT HER #poor ianto skjnkajndkj #' i'm a wee bit obsessive. if 'wee bit' means completely ( interactions ) .#ft. ianto jones .

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dcfyingdcath · 4 years

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OSWALD·:

@dcfyingdcath· || Annie

It had been a reluctant act to leave the warmth and comfort of Victor’s bed to go to work. But he had to do something else than lay around and cuddle with his cat. He had a job that he loved and some time alone would make him miss the taller man he had slowly started to fall for. Hours passed and his shift came to an end, his eyes heavy due to the case he was working on. It never got easier, did it? Rubbing the back of his neck as he exited the building, he yawned. “Oh” he said as he saw all his paperwork fall to the ground.

Annie had been taking a walk to clear her head. The night of Halloween had been a blur, and she was still trying to wrap her head around the fact that monsters were real, that there had been so many of them. Then there was the fact that she couldn’t leave on top of everything else. She couldn’t go back to Vought. Her dream life had been so close, right within reach, and then she’d woken up here.

The fresh air helped to ground her, though. And yeah, the situation sucked, but she wasn’t going to let herself fall so far that she couldn’t pick herself up and kick some ass when need be.

She saw the man come out of the building just a few steps ahead of her, his papers falling to the ground. “Here.” She crouched down, offering a smile and beginning to gather the paperwork together for him. “At least the ground is dry. Feels like it’s always rainy and wet here.” The wind wasn’t quite so forgiving, though, a few of the papers flying a few feet away.

#i know you posted this before the event but i'm gonna pretend it was after i hope that's okay nano <3 <3 <3 #' i'm done taking any more shit ( interactions ) .#ft. oswald cobblepot .

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dcfyingdcath · 4 years

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WAVERLY·:

― AN angel. Waverly felt herself instantly relax. he wasn’t a demon or a revenant or a vampire, or any other fresh batch of hell this world had to through at her and Wynonna. he was an angel. like Juan Carlos, like dad. angels - well she’d only met two of them but so far they’d done them good, not pain. not suffering. not whatever had been plaguing the garden.

she stuck out her hand, a smile easily falling over her face. “Waverly Earp,” she introduced before letting her eyes go back to the gate. she could feel a bit of fear tug at her stomach. she didn’t know what it was - didn’t know what a lot of it was, truthfully. she’d done her research, gone through all of Emmet Sallow’s journals that were available to go through. banshees, cwn annwn, werewolves. things she never dreamed of dealing with. it could be any of them.

her eyes darted back to the man (man? was that even the right word for him?) “i can protect myself, don’t worry,” she said. “i learned to fight long before i found out about my powers.” those were still new. still fresh. they still scared her in a lot of ways.

she shifted her bag, crossing the strap over her body so it wouldn’t fall off before she nodded for the gate and started off. “come on then. let’s go figure out what it was!”

Her last name, Earp, sounded familiar, but Castiel couldn’t place why or where he’d heard it before. He didn’t linger on it, however. It didn’t seem important, not unless it somehow related to her species, but given that he couldn’t figure out what she was through his grace, he doubted it would be any significance.

He followed along her side, allowing his angel blade to slip from his sleeve and grasping it tightly in his hand. Best to be prepared to fight... whatever it was they’d seen. That way, should they be attacked by surprised, taken off guard, they were already ready. “Stay close,” he requested, voice low and protective. They might not have been near the creature yet, but it was best to stick together. Splitting up never ended well when it came to fighting monsters.

And then, gaze focused on the gate as they walked towards it, he spoke up again, voice low and almost stern. “What are you? I may have no intention to bring you harm, but I would still like to know who I’m working with.” And maybe, perhaps, not knowing was bugging him just a little. It was new and strange to come across a species he couldn’t immediately place. It made him uneasy.

#' my 'people skills' are 'rusty' ( interactions ) .#ft. waverly earp .

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dcfyingdcath · 4 years

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KATE·:

― KATE flipped on the open light above the door when it hit two, not expecting anyone to come in for an hour or two. but sometimes mr. and mrs. Hilstead liked to come in for a late lunch / early dinner, or doctor Taylors liked to have a drink after an early shift. and sometimes Kate just wanted something to do, wanted people to know they could just come in while she was restocking the bar or wiping down the tables or checking to make sure Stephanie had enough ingredients for her impossibly tall nacho stacks. it was one of those days where she flipped the open sign on, flipped the radio to the blues station she liked to have on until the dinner rush started coming in, and just made her way through the tasks she had without any rush. Taylors did stop by, but only for a single glass before they were off again.

so when the door opened again, Kate was genuinely surprised. she stood up from where she’d been checking rum stock under the counter, her eyes darting over to the woman who’d just walked in. nervous. was she hiding something? Kate didn’t get a bad feeling from the other woman, didn’t think she was there to cause issues. but she could tell she was nervous, that there was something off. when the fbi badge got flashed, the pieces started falling together.

she wouldn’t say it aloud. she wouldn’t ask what the fbi was doing all the way out here, or ask to see the badge more closely. hell, if the other woman wanted to figure out what was going on, Kate was more than happy to help. perhaps with the assurance that she was kept in the loop.

“detective Granger, huh? like in Harry Potter? i’m sure you’re tired of hearing that though.” she stuck out her hand for the other to shake and flashing her a wide smile. “i’m Kate Kane, owner of the bar. feel free to ask away. i’ll answer anything i can.”

Charlie froze, almost sure that she’d been caught, then almost dropped her fake badge as she lowered it and tried to shove it into her pocket. It didn’t do much to soothe her nerves, to say the least. She was freaking out, and she knew she shouldn’t have been. This wasn’t exactly the first time she’d done something like this, but at least she’d had guidance from her friends before. Or had she? It was hard to remember for sure.

“Uh, yeah,” she answered, faking a laugh that probably came out way too enthusiastic to sound convincing. “I mean-- not tired! But I do get it all the time. I don’t mind it, though-- Hermione is awesome.” She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself, because being this flustered really wasn’t going to help her case. Then she realised what the woman - Kate, had said. “Wait, Kate Kane? Like Batwoman? Okay, that’s totally awesome, I’m kinda jealous. My first name is obviously not Hermione, so you’ve got me beat with nerd names. You lucked out with that one.”

She cleared her throat. Now was not the time for fangirling. “Anyway, so, uh. You heard about anything weird going on in town? People going missing? Or appearing at random? Strange sounds? Weird deaths? Anything out of the ordinary like that?”

#' i'm a wee bit obsessive. if 'wee bit' means completely ( interactions ) .#ft. kate kane .

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― FINN’s eyebrows shot up. what something? what something! was she knew here? did she not know what lurked in the shadows, what terrorized the town? not that they were all bad, but the ones who lurked out in the shadows like this. nothing every lurked in the shadows, not if you’re the one not lurking. but maybe she was new, or one of the people who didn’t believe that there were things other than humans out in the universe. he wasn’t sure what this universe had in terms of life on other planets - now that he’d determined that this was an entirely different universe. but people seriously believed that humans were the only sentient life ever?

“something! you know the things that lurk out here. maybe a banshee, maybe one of the undead things, or maybe one of the crazy dogs strayed from their church and is prowling now! i don’t know what but there’s something. and i don’t know about you but i don’t have a weapon on me.” well, he had the force, but he wasn’t going to say that allowed. he’d quickly discovered that things like the force weren’t commonly known or accepted here.

c r a c k. finn stepped back, keeping his front to where the prowling was. why hadn’t he brought something with him. oh maybe because he didn’t expect to run into a human and if he was attacked alone he could use the force. he could (hopefully) chuck the thing across. but not now that there was someone else. not unless it got serious.

Banshee, undead things, crazy dogs? Annie didn’t know whether to believe in such creatures. Given her sudden appearance here, she knew it would be stupid to write the man’s fear off as nothing. But she hoped he was wrong, that the snap had been from something else. A deer, or a rabbit, or... or anything. But the urgent terror in the stranger’s voice was undeniable. Real or not, he believed it to be, and she wasn’t about to risk either of their lives with her doubt. So not worth it.

And then there was another snap. Her eyes darted towards the sound, her chest growing tight as her heart began to pound within it. It was one thing fighting against people, bad guys, humans -- she was used to that. She could easily do that. But-- monsters? This was entirely new territory, and she had no source of electricity for her power, nothing more than her phone battery and that was no where near enough.

She’d need to rely on her other abilities.

“Not exactly,” she said, beginning to back away from the next crack echoing through the air. “I can fight, I’m stronger than I look, but--” But was that going to be any use against something apparently inhuman? “You should go. I’ll be right behind you.” At least that way, she’d be more likely to be able to protect the stranger. “Go.”

#' i'm done taking any more shit ( interactions ) .#ft. finn .

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