it's such a cold day down here in hell; & it's a ways to heaven

[venatoris]

Who: infractus, lefthemisphere, & co.
What: catchall for january
When: throughout the month
Where: all over

Content Warnings:will be placed in thread titles if needed!





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(( ooc; prompts are OTA - if you want to do something else with Dean or deanna, dm me or hit me up over on plurk pincurls ))

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[survivalthroughhate]

[So Maul has taken it upon himself to visit Dean's home every once in a while Normally, he doesn't even enter or stop by for too long, just hanging out on the roof to make sure everything is alright. Okay, so maybe he feels a touch guilty after having gotten the man killed, so this is how he knows how to make things right. No one ever said Maul has learned good coping skills yet.

Currently, his own skin has been shed and he's in the form of a dark-haired human being with brown eyes. There's not much that's the same between Maul's two forms with the exception of the angles of his face and that very distinctive voice he has. Still, he's a Sith Lord no matter what form he's in and so he uses his abilities to leap onto the roof as normal. It's then that he smells the bonfire and so he walks, skilled as if he was still on the ground, around until he's around at the back of the house.

That's when he sees the blonde woman standing there burning something. Very pretty, just as Dean himself is, (sorry Dean, anyone with lips like yours isn't getting called handsome in Maul's book) but not someone he's seen before here on the property. Maul crouches on the edge of the roof and calls down.]

New here?

[hellbond]

[ Maul, you are so friggin' weird. Like, Dean wouldn't be mad, but it's definitely a little weird.

What he doesn't know won't hurt him, apparently.

Dean(na) nearly jumps out of her damn skin when someone talks down to her from the roof, and she looks up, squinting into the darkness. ]

Not as new as you. What are you doing up there? I gotta warn you, if you're robbing us, I got an angel on speed dial.

[survivalthroughhate]

[Maul has terrible personal boundaries and rarely respects those of others unless he's firmly and repeatedly told to respect them. He's a five year old that way. A dangerous and psychopathic child that can snap someone's neck just by using his mind but a five year old nonetheless.]

No, I have been here before. I am not so sure if I am a welcome guest yet but neither have I been chased off at the end of a gun just yet.

[hellbond]

Well, that counts for something.

[ She narrows her eyes, but doesn't pull a gun to do just that.

It's definitely tucked in the back of her too big jeans, though. Stupid men clothes. ]

Who are you, anyway? You seem familiar.

[survivalthroughhate]

My name is Maul.

[He doesn't see the need to hide his identity given he's never met this woman before, so he's thinking that she won't immediately correlate that with his normal extreme Zabrak looks.]