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[fireofpanem]

*flinches at his touch, jumping away*

What? Yeah--yeah, I'm fine, just frustrated.

[puts a hand on her shoulder and frowns]

You going to be alright?

[fireofpanem]

You never do. Trust me.

*presses her hands to her face and sighs*

…Guess so.

*completely deadpan expression*

[fireofpanem]

...Guess so.

*completely deadpan expression*

Right. We could split up. Do you have a phone?

[fireofpanem]

Oh. I do, actually. I almost forgot about it.

Right. We could split up. Do you have a phone?

[fireofpanem]

I guess some exploring wouldn't hurt, anyway. I don't do that enough.

I’m not really promising anything, but I bet I could at least find rumors. There’s always a little truth behind legend.

[fireofpanem]

...Yeah. That is true.

Is there a library around here, do you know? I kind of want to do some reading.

I’m not really promising anything, but I bet I could at least find rumors. There’s always a little truth behind legend.

[fireofpanem]

Really? I never had much luck when I tried looking things up.

There are ways to trap things like him. I don’t know what it is yet, but I’m sure I could find out.

[fireofpanem]

Yeah? How? * genuinely curious*

There are ways to trap things like him. I don’t know what it is yet, but I’m sure I could find out.

[fireofpanem]

How could we do that? He can warp and change his shape.

But…

*hesitates*

I’m worried about it… not working. And he goes off and kills people. I mean… *winces slightly* …Not all of my friends can hold their own against him.

[fireofpanem]

But...

*hesitates*

I'm worried about it... not working. And he goes off and kills people. I mean... *winces slightly* ...Not all of my friends can hold their own against him.

I’m not…

[sighs, forcing himself to relax]

I don’t really like the idea of waiting until someone else gets hurt, but it’s been a while. Maybe he’s done.

[fireofpanem]

*shrugs and puts her hand in her pocket, fiddling with the pearl* We don't have to. He's dangerous, yeah, but we could just. Wait. There are innocent people here too...

[follows after her, choosing not to say anything through the entire purchase and exit, then takes a deep breath at the mention of the Trickster]

I don’t know. I promised Dean no more hunting. I still want to, yeah. That bastard’s a menace, but…I don’t know.

[fireofpanem]

*pays for the jacket, rips off the tags, and puts it on quietly* *exists the store and to where she put her arrows, hoisting the quiver over a shoulder*

Okay. Are we still going to kill Loki?

[looks her over carefully after she said she understood, then nods once]

No problem.

[fireofpanem]

*settles on a jacket and drapes it over her arm in order to buy it*

I understand.

*pauses*

And thanks.

*nods slowly and carefully* *busies herself at a rack, just idly flipping through jackets until she sees one that isn’t offensively colored and looks like it fits*

…Do you ever regret it?

[fireofpanem]

*nods slowly and carefully* *busies herself at a rack, just idly flipping through jackets until she sees one that isn't offensively colored and looks like it fits*

...Do you ever regret it?

Mmm… No, not really. Thanks anyway.

*drops her quiver from off her shoulder and stashes it behind some bushes*

Let’s go.

[fireofpanem]

Mmm... No, not really. Thanks anyway.

*drops her quiver from off her shoulder and stashes it behind some bushes*

Let's go.

*small smile* Yeah. It was beautiful. There are quite a few aliens running about, actually.

*expression turns serious* *shifts her weight from one foot to the other and bites her lip*

…You’re a monster hunter. Were. What… exactly… is a monster?

[fireofpanem]

*small smile* Yeah. It was beautiful. There are quite a few aliens running about, actually.

*expression turns serious* *shifts her weight from one foot to the other and bites her lip*

...You're a monster hunter. Were. What... exactly... is a monster?

Space!

[laughs incredulously]

I’ve still got a lot to get used to…

[goes quiet for a moment, then looks over (and down) at her]

Sure. Shoot.

[fireofpanem]

*nods* Sometimes a vacation is nice. I liked London a lot. Space was cool, too.

*spots a store that looks like it sells clothing and stops in her tracks, staring at the storefront and thinking*

...Sam. Can I ask you a question?

Yeah? Hit me up if you need anything, at least.

*shifts her quiver up higher on her shoulder, causing the arrows to bang together noisily* 

It’s just nicer when I don’t have to worry about being killed every minute of the day.