;; the psychic one

[laraxdias]

jaxgriffinx‌:

he wasn’t offended, he thought a little was kind. but perhaps that was purposely done. “not anymore.” he knew that implied that he had been lonely once upon a time, but several centuries later he didn’t know any different. the only thing he was consciously aware of was to not form any type of bond. protecting number one had become more of a survival instinct. it was shaped into him. he didn’t mind giving her an honest answer either, he didn’t see a need to hide that fact about him. “depends if you think that’s what it’ll be full of.” the pain and the misery, he means.  perhaps she’d be surprised by how quick  (  on the scale of things  )  life regrew. “that survive destruction? sure you know that already.” he was being cryptic, more so because he knew she knew the answer— only basing it off of what she had said to him shortly after she saved him from a few cuts and bruises. 

“that is what i think it will be full of.” call it a feeling, call it her ability, whatever was happening here? it was certainly not going to be a good thing. everything she felt in her bones all pointed in the horror type of direction. “sure, but it was a question i was prompting you to answer.” both brows lifted in amusement, more so because she did actually get the feeling he wasn’t a big believer in psychic ability. how far could she push before he started to question it? “you may survive in a world of fire, jax, but would you want to?” she chose the word fire on purpose.

[laraxdias]

adaxjansen‌:

taking a long sip  (  because boy she needed it  )  she feels this is risky, more so for herself. she imagined the woman knew more about what happened than the ones that rescued her and she would happily dodge any hinters that led her down the path that kept her up at night. in a sense, she was glad lara worked at a bar. purely because she knows she wouldn’t be able to have this conversation sober. her brows knit together, trying to understand but she figured for herself she wouldn’t ever really know how she did what she did. she doesn’t voice anything she nods her head, she was alive so it had worked. she was given a chance to live her life instead of have it cut short and she was forever putting herself in harms way to save those around her. life of a hunter, right? “you don’t need to be sorry.” she shook of her apology, it wasn’t needed. of course every waking moment ada wished it never happened, but it wasn’t lara’s fault. she had provided her with the last glimmer of hope she ever felt. that was something. “nothing i didn’t sign up for.” she’s making a joke considering her status, it was easier to add a touch of humour than breakdown at a bar in front of complete strangers. “you are.. living here then?” there’s an attempt to deter the subject,  one that’s more comfortable than the thoughts that now mentally tortured her.

“i know that... but i am. not because i feel pity though,” she felt like she wanted and needed to make that clear. “but just because that’s me. it’s not really possible to see and feel the things i do and not... well, really feel them.” not care. she did care. a lot. sometimes too much, but that was her own weight to bear. “... right.” she lifted and dropped her brows with a smile on her face. she knew it was better to leave it at that than make the protest that she obviously did not sign up for any of what happened to her. “uh-- yeah, actually, for now at least. i travel around, here is just my latest venture... and i’m hoping it won’t be my last.” she puffed out a small breath, turning to pull a pint for the guy at the bar but still focusing her attention on ada. “i’m assuming you’re here for the same reasons i am.” to try and help, that was. maybe lara didn’t have the skills hunters did, but with her abilities, she’d already saved a handful of people in this town from certain death. so on a scale, she wasn’t totally useless. “strange time to be alive, huh?” 

[laraxdias]

jaxgriffinx‌:

he was curious by her, more so because of how unfazed she was by everything around her. the end of the world— she knew about it, how? him most importantly, he was messing with her yet she seemed to find sense in what he was saying. the fact that he was basically telling her he wouldn’t be dead after certain events, still, was something she hadn’t laughed off, or told him he was an idiot for. “i’ve been alone for a while.” he decides to dive a little deeper, answer more truthfully to see how she takes it. of course, on jax’s part, his own honesty? it doesn’t bother him and no, he wasn’t looking for sympathy. “depends what you’re used to.” he’s twisting her words a touch, see, she wasn’t used to surviving, he on the other hand was. “not everything dies in destruction.” he was being smart on his terms, because not everything did die. 

“that hardly surprises me. your bedside manner is a little on the rusty side.” she teased. well, it wasn’t untrue now, was it? he didn’t give off a typical hey come speak to me vibe, more of a please leave me alone one, so naturally, she had to ignore it. “do you not get lonely?” she decided to ask, rather than asking him why he was alone. not that she fully expected the truth, she just assumed loneliness was something anyone or anything could experience with enough time. “no, but that doesn’t mean they wouldn’t wish they had. i don’t know about you but a world with only ruin, pain and misery? doesn’t sound appealing.” lara shrugged, looking back up at him. “would you happen to be one of those things?” that wouldn’t die, she meant. 

[laraxdias]

vitalitas‌:

“Trust me, people tell me their thoughts all day long.” Even if he didn’t want to hear them. “No need to apologize.” He was happy to listen to anybody, well, there were limits, at a certain point he wouldn’t listen. “I can’t say I don’t keep my eyes open, but I also know there’s nothing worse than not having closure.” He commented, when she suggested that any of those missing might not be alive. “You can’t grieve, there’s more pain in that, in the hope of finding them when there is no answer.” He knew the points of not being able to save someone,  having to let them go despite the circumstances. “Sometimes we have to make those choices.” 

“You enjoy it?” She wondered. Personally, she loved to talk to people and listen to their thoughts, but she was obviously a people type of person, she didn’t like to be alone too much. “Yeah, you’re right. Knowing might seem worst at first but in the long run, you wouldn’t have to wonder.” She could only imagine that sort of pain and it was enough to make her feel sad. “And other times people make those choices for us.” Unfortunately, those people were usually less than human. “On a happier note... Free fries when you order the burger...” She pointed to the other flyer in the window and spread a smile across her face. “Can’t go wrong with that.” 

[laraxdias]

adaxjansen‌:

she briefly smiled when she knew her name, of course she wondered how. how did somebody on the other side of the world know her? there were many questions she wanted to ask, but whether she would, was highly unlikely. this was only because she didn’t want to intentionally rip open a wound she tried so hard to keep bandaged. both her hands circle her glass as she watched the other curiously, to be honest? she wondered what she was doing working in a place like this. there was no judgement, ada wasn’t the type of person to judge another based on how they earned their money, it was more her safety she thought of. “i wanted to say, thank you.” she knew where she would be if it wasn’t for her—- and no, despite her thinking she should be dead, didn’t mean she wasn’t grateful. “but,” of course there was always a but, there always was a reason to question. “why?” why would she have seen her? why would she send two strangers her way? 

did she really need to wonder what she was doing here? it seemed obvious, at least to her. where there was trouble, there was hunters trying to help, even if nobody seemed to realise. “... not necessary, but you’re welcome.” lara offered a smile and waited for the but that followed to a question. “why?” there’s a shift in her feet, a tweak in her brow. “why you, or why help? because i can only really answer one of those with certainty.” though she would give an explanation a go anyway. “i don’t always know why. i just see what i see. sometimes i never have answers, never find the person, other times? a handsome green-eyed man walks into the bar and everything makes sense.” and it hadn’t been an easy task to convince john and dean she was a psychic and not something trying to trick them. “suspicious men. they wouldn’t have listened to me if it wasn’t for someone john knew giving him a call to say he could trust me.” she was talking about fellow psychic missouri. “given the fact you’re sat here now i’m assuming they pulled off the rescue though.” since she was sat there. “i’m sorry.” lara gave her a look, like she was saying more than one thing. “i wish that vision came sooner.” but alas, it hadn’t. there weren’t many words. this girl before her? had suffered pain unimaginable to the majority of humanity, it was undeserved and unfair. 

[laraxdias]

vitalitas‌:

Did his words give him away that easily? He shrugged it off, not asking how she figured that out so quickly, but he was about to give away the complete answer.  “Yeah, as a doctor.” He heard stories, some he paid more attention to than others. Sometimes it was a task to differ from truths and lies, but he has resources. “Are you looking for someone?” He wondered if her curiosity of those missing had some connection.

“Good.” She meant, a good job, a good thing for him, being one of the good ones in this weird little town. “No.” Lara took another glance at the shop window. “I don’t think any of these people are alive to look for, otherwise...” She shrugged to end that comment, her way of saying.. Otherwise, she would help, she would do something if she could, but all she sensed was death when she looked at their pictures. “... Which is really morbid, now I say it aloud.” She realised, pulling a slight face. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to push my depressing thoughts onto you.” 

[laraxdias]

adaxjansen‌:

it wasn’t by coincidence she happened to be at the very bar a certain psychic worked at, she was here to see her. not that the female knew it was happening— or did she? the hunter, despite experience, was still unsure to what extent a psychics powers went to, purely because in the past she would never go actively looking for someone who would know her pain by just a touch. ada had heard word from a couple gossiping about a woman who told their fortune, someone called lara. it was mere curiosity that brought her here tonight, it was simply by chance that she wanted to know if it was the same lara that had directed dean winchester to her door. sitting at the bar, she’s waiting for the female to give her, her order and once she does, the huntresses reaches to touch her hand, it’s more brief, an attempt to grab her attention— in more ways than one. “you’re lara, right?” @laraxdias​

it was always easy enough to pick up bar work, even easier to pick up psychic work. once one person got a reading from her, the rest seemed to follow. she supposed the idea of a real psychic drew attention. she didn’t mind, in-fact, she enjoyed it. she wouldn’t even charge if it wasn’t for the fact she needed the money to support herself. lara spotted the brunette the second she entered, a feeling of familiarity instantly washing over her. she let it go, for the moment. served a couple people before serving her and once she was just opposite, it all fell into place. “i am.” she confirmed, glancing down at the grip on her wrist, not because it was in any way harsh or unwanted, more because she sensed there was a reason behind why the woman didn’t ask her without it. “and you’re ada.” the words confirmed everything, she assumed. “i don’t forget a face.” especially not ones from her visions ( and certainly not those who she saw in such pain and distress. )  a soft smile, she moved to put the couple empty glasses in the dishwasher before coming back to her. “the answer is yes, by the way” she had poured herself a drink, since the owner here didn’t mind. “i sent the winchesters in your direction.” she left it there, awaited her questions. she figured they’d be the usual ones, the main one being how did you know. 

[laraxdias]

vitalitas‌:

“Yep.” He walked past the missing signs daily, but being local it was not a surprise to him as it may be others. “It happens, across the country.” He couldn’t say if it were normal, but he knew going missing was the least of everyone’s thoughts here, with the other unusual happenings. “Some turn back up after months, years and are perfectly fine. Some are in worse conditions..” He’d even treated some of those who had gone missing and returned. “Their stories never make any sense.” Or they did, at least to those who knew the truth.

“That’s not what I meant.” She frowned. “Seven people missing within two months, in a place like this?” As small as this, quiet, it struck her as odd. But she listened to him, even turned towards him and gave a soft smile and a nod. “Perhaps not to you.” Lara lifted a brow, implying that their stories? Probably made perfect sense to those people. “But then, you probably hear all kinds of wild stories.” Just a feeling, so she let it take her, the word healer echoing in her head brought a gentle smile back to her lips. “You take care of people?” Perhaps a nurse, doctor, etc. etc. 

[thehummingbirdlives]

[laraxdias]

“have you seen this?” lara had paused in front of a store, counting seven missing persons photos in the window. she took a glance at whoever she stopped to speak to. “all in two months. is this normal?” assuming he was a local, that was. lara was inquisitive at the best of times but she couldn’t help but think, none of these people would make it home. @vitalitas

[laraxdias]

dulcepericulvm‌:

“only a bit.” he commented, holding up his thumb and index fingers like a measurement for the amount he had, which was complete bullshit from the obvious state he was in. “no shit?” he glanced in the opposite direction like he was going to spot it before looking back at her. “picked the wrong one then.” although them meeting now was better compared to him in the bar, he wasn’t as easy going when surrounded by others. his choice though, right? it was just better than getting to this point in front of cade or rhi. he only huffed out a laugh at her response, nodding his head as he chose not to make any further comments on it. whether she knew what he truly meant by it or not, wasn’t for him to push, especially not right in that moment when he was trying to forget about all of it. twisting a bit like she had, he reached out to take her hand. “niko.” he gave it a shake, grinning once again. “had to get you to notice me somehow.” he teased, pulling his hand back. “even if it took a few scrapes and bruises.”

“no shit.” she repeated, nodding to confirm and resisting the bubble of laughter. those two words perhaps sounded funny given her accent, but she was well versed in english and she did at least try to make anything she said clearly spoken ( even if on the rare occasion, she got a phrase or two wrong. ) “is that so? the bartender you had not as pretty as me?” she teased, lips curling up into an amused grin. lara gave a small pause as she was almost tempted to tell him that sitting down on the damp curb next to a stranger wasn’t something she made a habit out of, but she decided doing so would only lead to questions she wasn’t sure how to answer. all she knew was that she felt a pull towards him, like she should sit with him, speak to him -- as psychic as she was, not even she knew what that meant. “well in that case, niko... i’m very honoured you would wound yourself just for me.” a hand splayed on her chest and she mocked a gasp. “and yet, such a thing being said, i’ll admit to you that i could have done the same kind of damage in a much better way, so perhaps the fall was premature and foolish?” again, her brow lifted, she was teasing -- she sort of sensed he could take it, throw something back, even. after all, why be serious when you could be playful? “you had enough?” alcohol, that was, because if not, there was a bar just across from them they could go to. 

[laraxdias]

therosiedoctor‌:

“I think we’ve both probably seen a lot of chaos.” She laughed. “I think I might join you with both. It’s definitely the best option.” Rosie approached the counter and ordered for them both so she could pay as she had promised.

“Mm.” She smiled, offering that soft hum as her response ( for the moment. ) The girl did make her feel curious, so naturally, she indulged. She tuned into her abilities, allowed herself to feel her aura, to hear the words that came into her mind. Earth angel. Often described using tarot cards as those who were born to help others. “Doctor, by any chance?” Lara asked, however random the question may have presented itself, she asked it anyway and hey, at least she didn’t comment on the swirl of tragedy around her. Lara made herself comfortable in the booth, shrugging off her jacket as she waited for Rosie to return.

[laraxdias]

jaxgriffinx‌:

he shrugged, “never seen one.” he could have lied, but he chose not to  (  really seeing no point in doing so  ).  from his view, most people had a tendency to ignore end of the world chants, just passing them off as another insane plea for attention. yet, she didn’t. she wasn’t running or rushing to tick off a bucket list. she was here. of all places. “i wouldn’t make a habit out of it.” meaning her, saving people from roof tiles. of course he’s hinting more in general terms, rather than her literally waiting for tiles to hit the ground. “no, i don’t have a reason to be scared.” perhaps that was too honest? “i’ll still be here when the world burns.” what did they say? like a phoenix rising from the ashes..

“well, me neither -- never thought that i would.” given that they weren’t real. but he could question her on it and her heartbeat would remain steady, she saw what she saw no matter how impossible. “too late for that.” she made it a habit many years ago and to this day, she hadn’t regretted it. saving people? helping them if she could? why would she? “and that doesn’t scare you?” her brows raised. she gave no surprised reaction to his confession that he’d still be alive after the world burned, which could probably pose a lot of questions, but as a psychic, she’d already sensed it. not quite sure what, but something, he was like a jigsaw at the minute. “the world burns, you’re left. alone... nothing to do, nowhere to visit, nobody to talk to because everyone and everything is dead.” morbid, but true. “you would be okay living like that? because that sounds more like surviving, which isn’t the same thing at all, jax.”

[ethereal-rpg]

[laraxdias]

therosiedoctor‌:

“Naturally.” Rosie repeated with a smile. “Sounds like you’ve probably had quite the life.” She commented as an observation. “It’s definitely not everyone’s cup of tea but… it’s home.” She half-smiled. Although Rosie had wanted to do the whole travelling thing, her own sense of duty lay too heavily on being career driven and being the best that she could be. These were the last ties she had really to her parents. “Why not both? Both sound good.”

“something like that. you probably wouldn’t believe half of the things i’ve seen. or done.” she chuckled, some of her more dominant memories coming to mind. “i guess people say that about their home towns quite often.” lara smiled. her eyes brightened at the idea and she gave the nod. “both. why not? you only live once, so they say.” well...

[laraxdias]

vngerbled‌:

               ‘   I  NEED  A  FAVOR  .   ‘   the  horseman  speaks  in  monotone  ,  expression  conveying  his  no - nonsense  attitude  and  the  fact  that  there  was  no  way  in  hell  he  was  going  to  take  no  for  an  answer  .   he  wasn’t  one  for  bargaining  ,  and  lord  knew  what  a  nightmare  he  became  when  he   didn’t  get  his  way  .   ‘   i  suggest  you  think  long  and  hard  about  what  you’re  about  to  say  .   ‘          @laraxdias​   .

lifting her head, along with her brow -- lara resisted making any sort of comment. the second she clapped eyes on him it was like her entire being filled with cold dread. he wasn’t someone to mess with. no matter how tempting it was to sass him because his attitude? rude as hell. “i say what favour? and also that please doesn’t go a miss.” alright, so she couldn’t fully contain her sass. she was always sure one day it would get her into big trouble -- was today that day?

[laraxdias]

jaxgriffinx‌:

“a.. unicorn?” both his brows rose, obviously thinking she was making it up. “sure someone wasn’t just tricking you?” that’d be his guess, more so because he had never actually seen one himself. were they real or were they actually a myth, who knew. “yeah.” he nods, it’s why he’s here. “you seem awfully calm for someone who believes it’s gonna happen..” he faintly smirked, now reaching for his latte, taking a long sip even though it was still scolding hot. not that he felt it. “not scared?” he asks, figuring it was a human curiosity to.

“a unicorn. a life size unicorn.” she repeated with seriousness. “well, of course, it was a trick, unicorns arn’t real. are they? don’t tell me unicorns are real.” lara lifted her brows, looking quite amused by the thought. “do i?” she supposed. thinking about it, yeah, she was probably a little too calm, but that was just who she was as a person. “terrified, but i control my fear, it doesn’t control me.” lara shrugged, curling her hands around the hot cup. “i could run around panicking but that wouldn’t do anyone any good. i figure i’ll just keep on doing what i’m doing. you know, saving people from roof tiles.” she smirked. “i’m not the only one who’s awfully calm.” throwing his question back at him. “not scared?”