What would Buffy do?

Ed Zeddmore. Human. Hunter... ish. Your fear can go to rest now, kiddos. Just... just put it all away. Like, just all of it. I am here, man. I am here, and you are safe. Connecticut will see sunshine once again. Except, you know, like, it usually rains a lot in Connecticut. But… whatever.

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OOC; Semi-important.

Being that I am the one who takes in apps and writes the news bulletins, I'm finding it almost ridiculous to have a character who is a hunter. Either I follow leads I understand like the back of my hand (because I placed them there) and solve every case, or I refrain from doing so and, well, make Ed's existance as a hunter pretty pitiful. This was an oversight on my part when I chose to play this character. Additionally, the move and the high activity of the home blog lately have me on my toes... far from RP. We also have been overrun with hunters (which, granted, is thankfully leveling out with this new crop of monsters).

For these reasons, Ed will now be put on a bit of a hiatus. I may replace him eventually with a new character (likely an OC, as there aren't any canons left I'd have interest in playing), who is not a hunter. It feels like running in circles with myself when I have all the answers a hunter would need.

I'll now be most active on my Zaniel account, so feel free to message me there. :)

Thanks for understanding!

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Comic books, huh? Sounds thrilling…

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...If there's sarcasm in there, you're misplacing it. Comic books are like bibles - a way of life. And that's pretty thrilling.

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So… what do you do for fun around here?

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Well... new comic book day is on Wednesday. You could probably just wait for that?

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Hunt || Ed & Jude

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Jude backed away slightly from the car, initially worrying that he might be overstepping some serious boundaries by leaning against it. People were odd about their possessions sometimes, that he had learned the hard way. Especially when dirty pawprints might land on them. That never ended well, “Oh sorry! I had no idea.” He huffed out, wondering against what the chances were of him wandering into Ed’s territory and happily taking it as a sign as he reached up to smooth down his hair slightly, a nervous gesture.

“It was actually just standing in for my couch. Your car is very polite like that. It didn’t kick me off or anything.” He said, knowing he was being goofy. It wasn’t exactly something he could help and he wondered if it stemmed from being a dog or if he really was just a goofball. It had made his family laugh, antics appreciated and accepted and rewarded with love and affection. He missed that. He was distinctly NOT thinking of that. His nose wrinkled with the smells that came from the trunk. Unpleasant things that worried him a little bit. Blood and oil and salt. Guns? The distinct smell of metal that wasn’t solely from the car.

“Oh no, it was a complete accident.” He promised, eyes wide and earnest, not wanting Ed to think that he’d been stalking him or anything creepy, “I was just walking through to town and this hotel was sort of on the way, and then I stopped to stand. Well, lean. Because your car was right here. But I didn’t KNOW it was your car.” He rambled, grinning sheepishly, “I was going to find some dinner or people to talk to or trouble to get into or something. What about you?”

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"It's polite? I taught it manners," Ed shrugged, wondering if now was the time he took to calling his car a 'her', like most men who spent days or weeks at a time in their vehicle did. He'd heard Dean refer to his car as a 'she' or his 'baby' once or twice, and, well, all the more power to him. But Ed could never quite take to doing it. A car wasn't a person. It didn't talk or laugh. It didn't have dinner with him. It didn't text or take pictures. And thinking of this just reminded him of how alone he really was.

"Well, dinner was next on my list," he admitted, locking the trunk and rounding the car to stand closer to Jude, looking into his eyes and away as they quickly made him somehow uncomfortable.

"And you could accompany me, if you like burritos," he offered a little stiffly, half hoping desperately that Jude would give him someone to talk to for a moment, and half hoping desperately against that exact same thing. "But I'm not always the best company."

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Hunt || Ed & Jude

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Jude’s back was cool at first against the trunk of the car, before it was warming slightly. His body temperature was naturally a little high, burning more calories than most and keeping his body in a constant state of thrumming energy. His eyes were adept at seeing in the dark, and as the sun was coming down, he was adjusting slowly as he watched cars drive past the hotel.

He had no idea where he’d be going that evening, just knowing that the last thing on earth he wanted to do was sit alone with his thoughts. He was hungry and contemplating finding an open diner. People in diners always seemed willing to chat. Someone always had a story or grandkids to show pictures of, and he wanted the company badly. Although tonight… Tonight he was worried that there would only be the topic of that poor girl and her family on their lips.

His stomach knotted so tightly that he worried he would be sick. An accident. A stupid accident and Jude knew his guilt would consume him one day. This was not the life he was meant to lead. And yet, there was no way out of it save the obvious. And what a blatant show of disrespect to his family that would be. He couldn’t and he wouldn’t. And so he stood, pondering what he would have for dinner instead.

Ed’s words came at him and brought him out of his thoughts, causing him to spin around from the car with his head already cocking to the side in confusion. He wasn’t sure who would recognize him immediately and especially in a random hotel parking lot, but he found his eyes lighting up and a smile on his lips as his gaze landed on Ed, “Hey!” He called out, practically feeling a tail wag coming on, “Whoa hey, is this YOUR car?” He asked brightly, wondering what the chances were.

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"Weeeelll, not like we're in a longterm relationship, or anything, but yeah... that's totally my car," Ed huffed with a smile, stopping a few feet away from it with his bag over his shoulder. Seeing anyone but Harry or Maggie touching his blue chevy was strange. Part alarming, part comforting. It was concerning to feel that he could be replacing them. But comforting to know that he could.

"Or is it your couch?" He asked teasingly as he popped the trunk and slung his bag in, slamming it shut quickly to prevent anyone from seeing the interesting array of illegal and questionable objects in the back. He'd initally never thought it would be needed to travel with things as obscure as latin dictionaries, vials of dead man's blood, bags of rock salt. He'd always thought those to be very specific weapons needed at very specific times. But in the life of a hunter, the time for them was seemingly always.

"Were you... waiting for me?" He questioned cautiously, not sure why Jude could need him, especially without even knowing his profession. ...'Profession' being a term used lightly, since nobody was signing paychecks for him.

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Hunt || Ed & Jude

When Jude had first been adopted by his family, their first stop had been the veterinarian’s office for a check up. They’d led him in on a long lead and made him sit on cold tiles, surrounded by other animals who were ill. There’d been a dog in the corner shaking and whining pitifully, the whites of his eyes showing and his mind a mess. He’d been incoherent to Jude who’d extended a few kind words. He was terrified. Finally, someone had come in and given the dog a shot of sedative. Jude was feeling very much like that at the moment. He wasn’t quite as irrationally terrified, because his fear was mixed with sadness. It dulled the shakes and made him a little more logical. He’d spent the morning trotting around the area, paws soft and silent on sidewalks, over roads and through plush green grass. He hadn’t attracted much attention. Stray dogs were a dime a dozen and he’d long since tossed out his collar with identification tags. A few people would bend down to scratch him behind the ears when they found him friendly, admiring his curly coat and soft eyes. But he never stayed long. And as evening began to fall, he’d made his way back to the abandoned house he’d found a few days prior. He’d considered getting a hotel room, but the money he had was dwindling and he’d yet to find a suitable job. He’d managed to steal here and there, taking bits of food offered to him and picking pockets when they were an easy target. He felt a little guilty about it, but what other options did he have? He relaxed for a bit inside the house. It wasn’t nearly as dilapidated and ugly as one would think from the outside with its peeling walls and creeping vines. The inside was dusty and unused, but the carpet was still springy and with some tissues he’d found in a bedroom, he’d wiped off the counters and mirrors, opening windows to air it out. It was almost liveable. But he didn’t want to hang out for long. He wanted to move. To see people and smells and sights. He wanted to see if he might come across the people he’d managed to talk to since being in town. There weren’t many, but they’d all been kind, and Jude was not a loner by nature. So he dressed quickly in faded jeans and a red button up he’d stolen from a mall dumpster. It’d had a hole in the seam, but he’d mended it with a tube of superglue, cursing when his fingers had gotten stuck. The streets were fairly quiet, and Jude eventually found himself in the parking lot of a hotel, leaning against the first vehicle he’d come across, eyes scanning the street as he tried to decide where he was going.

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Ed wasn't sure which was worse; hearing that a girl so young as the one in the paper had been killed, or having the deeply ingrained need to go and kill the thing that killed her. It was something that had happened almost naturally. The need, that is. Not the killing.

Ghost hunting had been a bit of a joke, even on Ed's terms, which were still skewed. He believed in their methods, and maybe even their skill. But after learning more and more about the Winchesters and what they did, ghost hunting seemed almost trivial in comparison to stopping real life monsters, the things he'd previously only read about in comics.

They weren't quite as colorful or dramatic in real life, and were also about a thousand times more dangerous. But Ed couldn't stop once he'd began. Especially not after it became personal.

After losing his own sister to the jaws of a beast two years ago, understanding the Winchester's personal motive was easy. And impossible to shake.

It was a cold life, lonely, silent in times without a lead. It wasn't something Ed liked. Not the way he'd liked blogging about ghosts from his bedroom while eating waffles in his boxers. Not... waffles in his boxers, just... never mind.

Waffles were something he hadn't had in a while, he realized as he loaded his gun, securing it in his duffel alongside his knives and pure silver blades. Warren wasn't far from where he was now, but the drive would take at least three hours. So, he dug out a package of Skittles just for good measure.

His brows knit slightly as he stepped out into the parking lot, looking at his car... and the man who was molesting it. It took him just a second to place his face before he grinned crookedly, singing out the beginning of The Beatles' "Hey Jude".

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ooc;

Whoa! So. Zombies ate me or something. Or maybe it was the internet hooker uppers? I didn't have net for 17 hours. 17 hours, guys. That's not even human. But I got caught up now, we got some new monsters, I'm working on a bulletin, and eeeeverything is good.

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 theallisonharvelle replied to your photo

OH LAWD. AT FIRST GLANCE I THOUGHT THOSE SUN GLASSES DOWN THERE WERE BRAS. 0_0

OOC; OH YEAH I NEVER TOLD YOU GUYS I HAVE BOOBS THE SIZE OF EYEBALLS.

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OOC; Just a little update...

Of things to come, to make up for today being the slowest day ever. (I'll still be moving tomorrow, but I might be around in the evening. After that, this won't happen again).

Tomorrow (/later tonight) we'll be getting a few new monsters and canons - we're nearly doubling our character list from today to tomorrow, so that's really exciting. There's been lots of action on the home blog today.

We'll also be posting the first news bulletin tomorrow night (or in time for Friday morning), now that we have hunters and monsters to deal with. Also exciting.

So the weekend should definitely be something to look forward to in the RP world. Glad you guys have been sticking around through the first couple days!

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ooc;

So I've been packing to move into a new house, which I thought was going to occur a couple more days from now. Apparently, no. No, this is happening today. So the trucks have been here and stuff, and I'm trying to move dressers and beds, so forgive me for being totally absent today. I've had the home blog logged in and active all day though, and we have lots of promising apps coming through right now, including ones for Gabriel and Meg, as well as an OC hunter and an OC monster who will all be joining us soon. And that's what you missed on Glee! Wait, wrong fandom.

If you're posting anything you want me to see, just tag 'edswaggmore' or 'orzaneinhuman' and I'll pick it up a little later this evening. If you need to hit me up about anything important, you can message the home blog.

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OOC: I am cackling, oh dear god. It makes the assbutt feel very good that SOMEONE appreciates his need to feed them wholesome meals.

OOC; We all know what Dean really means when he says no though;

Don't worry, Cas.

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OOC; If it makes the assbutt feel any better, this is how bee feels about that sandwich.

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ill-make-you-a-sandwich replied to your photo: OOC; The assbutt is saddened when no one wants to...

ooc; sakjdhakjskkkdaskdbakjsfhakjdfasfaksf

Glad my awkward Sassy toys amuse you. XD

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OOC; The assbutt is saddened when no one wants to hear of his new romance.

"If you’ve been telling the ’stark naked, on the Impala and covered in bees story’ again, Cas, I can see why. Dean’s fragile when it comes to his baby and you crossed a line."

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OOC; I've been trying to clean up my room. Not making much progress, because I keep getting interrupted by this assbutt pestering this bee about taking his damn sandwich. What a freak.