oh, Lazarus, how did your debts get paid? [ OPEN ]

[venatoris]

Who: infractus, lefthemisphere, egyptologist & you!
What: event shenanigans in one fabulous catch all, for all your RP needs
When: Throughout September
Where: All over!

Content Warnings: mentions and gifs/images of blood and dead bodies, death, decay, and trauma, possible suicide ideation, possible R rated scenes of varying degrees, etc etc. will mark as needed







(( ooc; event prompts, various september logs, and tdm continuations will go in this thread. if you have something you'd like to do, pm me or hit me up at pincurls! ))

Comments

[wiseass]

You did what?

[Stopped time? Was the normal for him or new? claire hadn't figured too much out about their current surroundings other than blood magic. It read like hoodoo, some of the sacrificial stuff she'd seen at home - things like the angelic sigils and anti-demon warding.]

Okay. Okay. Well, if you can stop time again maybe we can get the fuck out of here or get in a kill shot, Mr. McFly. I don't see the two of us doing much damage against big and ugly over there.

[lefthemisphere]

[ Definitely not normal. But Claire might've been too far away from him to notice - not that he's aware, but it only has a thirty foot radius. Smaller now, even, since it's new and he doesn't know how the hell to control it. ]

Okay, okay, jeez - hang on a second!

[ Let him scramble closer, eyes a little wide, before squeezing his eyes shut and just.

You know. Trying again.

And the only reason it probably works this time, is because there's a shitload of adrenaline because that fucking thing is coming back after them, launching itself before stopping in midair right above them. ]

Hurry-- [ He wheezes, straining as he looks up. ]

I don't think I can hold it long-

[wiseass]

[It's right then that Claire realizes, she might have fucked up. The ability is new, too new to really get them anywhere good - and this guy is struggling with it. Claire's not a martyr but that and the hunter life might as well go hand and hand. She can't let someone die for her, not here, not at home, not in Deerington. It's not her style.

Panic-stricken, with the monster ready to wreck the ground they're standing on Claire, closes the distance between the two of them in an effort to get them both out of the coliseum. He's not a small guy, but he's not too much different than Dean or Sam in shape and structure so she goes for what she knows, and tries to heave her shoulders under one of his arms.]

Come on. Come on. We have to bail, pretty boy. Now or never.