I'm a demon.

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The Moon and Sun ⚝ Rose + Doc | Event 10

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The smell of alcohol was … curiously inviting. Running his hand through a puddle, he licked a finger, then made a bit of a face. Evidently, turning into a demon hadn’t made him any more fond of alcohol than before.

The thought of demons made him think of Rose, and angels, prompting him surge to his feet… only to slip. He would have tumbled right back down if Meg hadn’t reached out to grab him at that point.

“Rose,” he growled, shaking glass off and making a face at all the wet patches. At least there wasn’t too much blood, just minor nicks that would heal quickly enough. The bruises were another matter, and he was feeling decidedly unsteady on his feet - not badly injured, but not in any shape to go rushing straight out after Rose. Which he suspected was exactly her intention.

“She’s changed,” he said, narrowing his eyes and staring out of the bar towards where she had been. “She’s…” making a frustrated gesture, he tried to calm himself a little and turned back to Meg. “I tried to talk to her, and she tried to –” he took a deep breath, fighting his instincts, and tried again, “We ended up trying to fight.”

Peering out of the window to see whether Rose was still in sight, he shook his head when he saw nothing, and went to pour himself a glass of water. “How is she so powerful? How do I defeat her?”

[somelatinname]

“Oh of course it would be Rose,” Meg muttered almost annoyed that it was the obvious and not the other obvious one. She couldn’t do anything to Rose, but at least she could slap Jack around a bit.

“She really isn’t the only one that has changed around here, Doc.” Meg countered, eyeing her friend for a moment and judging whether or not he was going to react negatively to her comment.

Giving a small nod, Meg moved around him and began to pluck at what was left of the alcoholic bottles before reaching for an unopened and unbroken whiskey. Pulling it open and taking a swig, the demon gave a shrug. “That’s what happens when baby supes get together and are natural enemies. Sparks fly and not the romantic type.”

Raising her brow at him, Meg set her bottle down and crossed her arms on her torso. “Well... you don’t actually want to defeat her do you? You just want to be able to rationally talk to her? Or has that all gone out the window like you went through the door?”

She knew soon enough that John was going to snap at her, but she didn’t care as now she had a sort of hold over him. “Angels are naturally more powerful than demons though, that’s just the way things were made. It sucks and it’s stupid, but yeah.”

Frowning, Meg reached for her bottle again. “Is there... anything I can do?”

[somelatinname]

Bottoms Up ❁ Meg and Hart

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There wasn’t much in the way of choice at the bar, which probably had something to do with the fact that Eye Candy was away. Still, Hart found himself disappointed - he really had been hoping for more from the place with supposedly unlimited alcohol.

It didn’t stop him from sitting down to toss back as many shots as he could, however.

He was pleasantly buzzed when someone appeared - oh, that was cute. She was diminutive and threatening him? He was already in love. 

He waved the bottle vaguely. “An entire empty bar, a whole row of seats at the counter, and you just have to pick mine. I say you’re not looking for a seat, you’re looking for a fight.” He smirked dryly, looking marginally surprised when she snagged the bottle from him.

“Captain John Hart,” he replied, letting her have it, and leaning back with some interest. “And if that’s your favourite whiskey, you’re welcome to it. Honestly, it tastes like piss. Isn’t there any of the good stuff around here? It looks like someone’s cleaned out the shelves.”

Leaning forward, he studied her more closely. “So. Everyone out there going for each other’s throats, and you’re in here drinking whiskey. That’s different, at least. And here I was starting to think that everyone in this dirt hole was tremendously boring.”

[somelatinname]

Meg’s eyes narrowed for just a moment as the man opposite her began to speak. He had arrogance about him and a sort of simple charm that almost screamed ‘uncaring’ but the more she watched him, the more she realized that he was much more complicated than that.

“No, I’m looking for decent conversation and the expectation to not have your ass planted in my seat next time.” the demon corrected, granting him a small smirk before standing to her full (but very short) height. “Besides, I’m way too lazy to kick your ass right now.”

After giving another shrug, Meg leaned back against the shelved walls and tilted her head as she took another sip from the stolen bottle.

Giving a snort when she heard his name, it took all she could not to roll her eyes at him. ”Another Captain? Wonderful, I think I’ll just call you ‘Hart’ if that’s alright with you... At least until I can come up with something better.” Briefly she wondered if he was a friend of Jack’s or Doc’s.

“I really don’t drink any sort of alcohol for the taste, I just drink it because it’s better than water and easier to grab than anything else. Plus all whiskey is my favorite, I don’t actually care what type it is.” Giving him a small smile, Meg’s eyes scanned the empty shelves.

“Yeah, shame someone did. I bet she’ll be enjoying herself tonight... and until she runs out again.”

Finishing off the bottle and carelessly tossing it to the floor, Meg moved back to lean over the counter and meet Hart’s gaze. “They are all idiots who have decided that just because they have shiny new powers that they’re now going to try to kill each other. Like children in a toy shop, only deadlier. I, on the other hand, am far too old and far too uncaring to join in on their reindeer games.” She raised a brow at him. “Why aren’t you out there playing?”

[somelatinname]

Bottoms Up ❁ Meg and Hart

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Meg had decided that finally she wasn’t going to care whether or not the angels and the demons had their major fight out. Of course that was all made in motion by the fact that she’d run out of alcohol in her home and honestly she just wanted something more to drink than... water.

Man, she really hated water. It was tasteless, didn’t provide any fun, and since she’d been basically living as a non-human for thousands of years; it provided no value to her or her meat suit.

So, with that in mind, and the fact that she knew Dean wasn’t going to be around the bar, she took a trip into town and decided to hole up in there. (And to also stock up on more whiskey while she had the chance).

Her day seemed to be going fine too, especially since she’d managed to transport a few cases to her home without running into someone or dropping any bottles. However, when she came back to the bar for the final time, she discovered that she really wasn’t all that alone.

Furrowing her brows, she slowly approached the man before moving to stand behind the counter. “New to town, I’m guessing? Not that I actually care but just so you know... that’s usually my seat and I can and will drop you from it when I want it back. So, there’s that.”

She gave a pause before smirking and raising a brow. “Meg, by the way.” Reaching forward, she took the bottle he was sipping at and drained what little remained. “Also that’s my favorite type of whiskey and I would appreciate if you didn’t take it all. Thanks.” Especially since there were about five bottles left and the other boxes were at her home and she was far too lazy to go back and get them.

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The Moon and Sun ⚝ Rose + Doc | Event 10

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“Demons lie and trick to get what they want!” She shouted, angry that he wasn’t quite understanding her nor was he seemingly willing to.

“The Doctor does, yes! I just thought that you maybe had more decency in you not to lie to me.” Her words came out heatedly, but as the sentence went on, they slowly came to a stop and she whispered out the very last word. But he’d made an act of war out of this, taking her message of pain as a means that she wanted to kill him.

She didn’t, she never did, but now she had to fight for herself or risk losing herself.

“Why are you being so stubborn!?!” She closed her eyes, but that didn’t seem to do much as the glow shone through anyway.

And then he made the worst mistake.

Feeling him trying to freeze her in place, Rose laid in wait until he got close enough for her to physically touch and hold. This time when she placed her hand onto his chest, it didn’t burn. Instead, it held him there.

“Doctor do me a favour,” her voice was not her own anymore, the Bad Wolf had taken over. Pulling herself closer to him, she brushed her cheek against his as she leaned up to whisper in his ear; “Run.” 

Without giving him a chance to, she pushed with most of her strength and sent him soaring backwards and towards the direction of the bar.

Turning away, Rose began to seep back through, suddenly feeling spent and weak all at the same time. Instinct told her to head back to the home she shared with John, and so she began her journey there until she collapsed just short of the front door.

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“I had more decency?” Doc snarled. The comment stung far worse than he had expected, stabbing past the urge to fight and rend and kill. “I was just trying to help you and you were trying to hurt me!” 

Advancing on her, he brought his hands up, aiming for her throat – only to found himself apparently frozen in place. Something cut through the haze in his mind, probably inspired by his survival instincts, and he had a moment of clarity - at the same moment that Rose whispered in his ear to run.

Then he was flying backwards, with a sinking sense that things had just gone very pear shaped.

Crashing through the saloon doors of the bar, he flew straight into the counter and the bottles behind it. There was the sound of smashing glass and his back blazed with pain for a moment, before several bottles came crashing down on his head.

Groaning, he sat there for a long minute, before starting to brush the glass off.

[somelatinname]

As much as Meg was attempting to avoid the entire affair between everyone turning into some kind of supernatural creature or another-she was spectacularly failing at it.

Dean had become an angel, Sam a demon, and the rest of the town she hadn’t paid much attention to or cared about.

All, of course, except for one; Doc.

She’d already angered him once, but now that she was trying to stay on everyone’s good side, she’d decided to play an advocate to him and to Dean. Especially since Sam was being a major dick about the whole thing.

However, Meg was not expecting to hear a major crash within the bar that she had just decided to visit. Nor was she expecting to see so much wasted alcohol surrounding her one and almost only friend.

Trudging through the glass and spilled liquor, she moved to knock most of it out of the way before pulling John up to a stand. “Should I ask or are we both going to completely pretend that this never happened?”

Raising a brow, she gave a glance around to see if they were in danger before beginning to brush off some of the shards of glass that decided to litter all over his suit.

“At least you could have aimed for the vodka shelf though.”

[somelatinname]

Baby demons;

[mickeywho]

[demons only]

‘Scuse me, didn’t realize I was dumb because I haven’t been around all the ‘inevitable fighting’. I mean, sure, people are on edge, but I haven’t seen anything to suggest that anybody would kill any of their friends. I also don’t know where you come from, but fights don’t always have to end in a death. That’s not exactly typical.

[somelatinname]

[demons only; private]

Nor have you apparently been around the internet either. Sam is literally telling people that the others are dangerous and will SMITE US ALL!!111!!!!

Not to say that the angels, like Rose the Righteous hasn’t been saying much of the same. And I come from a world that’s called literal Hell. Tell me how not typical death and pain is there.

Anyway, good luck kid. Try to stay safe and all that.

[somelatinname]

Texting ✉ Meg + Dean

Dean: You and me both. Don't really want it to come to that.

Dean: Yeah. I'm not disagreeing.

Dean: I don't really know what he'd think. Probably be pissed that I haven't killed Abaddon yet. But I'm pretty pissed about that too.

Meg: I think we're all pissed about that. But more so because she isn't dead, not that you didn't kill her.

Meg: Believe me Dean, if I could help you track her down and kill her, I would.

Meg: Do you think Sam or Rose would hurt anyone? Like anyone we care about? I'm gonna admit that I'm a little worried that this place could influence them to...

Meg: I've taken Rory and Tosh in though, trying to teach them to defend and not offend. Hopefully they don't go batshit on us.

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Open Starter ||

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Her comment about a novel rolled clean off his back. John didn’t have any time or patience for cover ups. Clearly she had no interest in sharing the source of her knowledge, and frankly, the doctor didn’t mind all that much. One mystery at a time. The woman seemed a little smug, and maybe tired, too. Flour braced the tips of her shoes and scattered her shins. He fixated on her eyes but couldn’t read all that much. John was tired too. 

However she knew about John and his ‘colleagues,’ she knew right. There was little resemblance between himself and Irene Adler. A mental list gathered the presence of Sherlock and Mycroft. No Moriarty. Well of course he’s not here, somehow the veteran knew he had to have orchestrated all this. Well, actually, if he did, wouldn’t he probably be here anyway? The bastard was sort of a hands on villain. Again, one mystery at a time. After he departed from the woman, he would surely make good of his time and find of Sherlock. That was an easy next step. Speaking of the woman, John felt almost like he was standing to something of her protege. They gave off a similar air– confidence, aggressiveness… “Any idea where I can find him?” He asked, tentatively. Sherlock, I mean.”

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Meg narrowed her gaze at the man, unsure with how to take and further more unsure of how he was taking her. Obviously he didn’t trust her and that was fine. If she had trusted everyone she’s ever met, then she’d be long dead by now. And that was more ways than just being sent back to Hell over and over again.

Crossing her arms over her chest and leaning on one foot, Meg raised a brow at the other decided to give a small shrug. “He’s probably in his house or something. I think he’s taken over the police station if you’re desperate to look for him.”

She went through her mind as she tried to remember every detail about the famous detective, but surprisingly came up fairly blank. “Sorry,” she really wasn’t but it was nice to say, “I wish I could tell you more but I haven’t really had the pleasure to get to know Sherlock nor do I care that much.”

Though his addition to who he was specifying still rang odd to her. “And who else would I be talking about?” She paused and looked away and gave a shrug. “Actually, don’t answer that, I’m not sure you’ll tell me and I also don’t actually care.”

Meg could sense that he wanted to leave and she was certainly going to give him the opportunity. “See you around, Watson. Because you’re definitely not leaving here any time soon. None of us are.”

[toshkosato]

what comes next? | tosh & meg.

[toshkosato]

Somewhere in the back of her mind, Toshiko knew she’d be dealing with a lot of guilt once this was all over. That’s how it always seems to go. The guilt just tends to pile on, and there’s nothing she can do but live with it. She supposed that’s how it was for everyone. Toshiko imagined there wasn’t one person that walked away unscathed both emotionally and physically. It was the sad truth, but it wasn’t as if they anyone could do much to prevent it. 

However, currently, she wasn’t worried about any of that - the trauma could be dealt with later. Her main focus was learning how to make the most of her new powers. While Toshiko has never dealt with anything like that in the past, she did have a brush with mind reading. It didn’t exactly work out so well. She saw it more of a curse than a blessing, but thankfully it was also a choice. This time around, she seemed to be stuck with these powers. So might as well learn how to control them.

Clearly Meg was the best person for that. She’d been around much longer than Tosh, or most of the people in the pocket. There was no better teacher. It also wouldn’t help to become friends with her along the way. With how things were going, how everyone seemed to be separated, Toshiko figured that a friend might be needed for later on. There was no saying how things might end up playing out.

Usually Toshiko was nervous when meeting new people - who knows if they would have anything in common, or even get along? But surprisingly, she was actually pretty relaxed. It was a nice feeling, not to constantly be worried or anxious about something. 

“Well, you told me to bring something. I delivered.” Toshiko said with a shrug. “Hello to you too, by the way.” She took a step inside, making sure to close the door before following Meg to the kitchen. “What should we start with first?” 

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Meg’s smile was easy as Toshiko entered her home. She seemed to like the young woman despite her mousy demeanor and seemingly dull personality. There was something under it all, and if the Winchesters could see it, then Meg could see it too.

Plus, everything seemed to be heightened by the woman’s new abilities. Including confidence.

“I see that, thanks.” Meg muttered, accepting the whiskey without actually saying much more. She was about to open it and take a swig when she remembered that even though they were demons, she still had to show some sort of manners. “When I open this, do you want some? I also have more crap like water and stuff, but I figured you’d probably rather have this.”

Glancing over her shoulder, Meg smiled at her and gave a shrug. “Did I not say ‘hi’? I can’t remember, sorry I don’t have the courtesy to always be nice. Sort of comes with being super old and super uncaring.” The ease she had about her was natural and she couldn’t really explain much else for herself other than that.

Placing the whiskey bottle on the counter, she turned slowly around and stared at Toshiko, giving the woman a very thoughtful look. “Telekinesis, I guess. Unless you think that’s boring or too simple. Then we can try biokinesis.”

Meg gave a small shrug, “your choice, really. I don’t care which one you want to do, but if you do decide on telekinesis, then move the whiskey bottle. Or try to.”

[somelatinname]

Texting ✉ Meg + Dean

Dean: He's been on a one track mind ever since this started. He's not thinking clearly.

Dean: Yeah, looks like he was trying the same with his kid. Thankfully, neither of them seemed to be having any of it. As long as Rhys's family stays out of it, I think he will.

Dean: My arm burns where it should be a lot, but the actual mark has been gone since I woke up an angel.

Dean: It's funny, because if Sam was thinking clearly, he'd probably be thrilled.

Meg: Obviously.

Meg: Hopefully, because I actually like Gwen and if he does something to her I'll have to hand his sorry ass to him.

Meg: Just because Ruby rubbed him the right way doesn't mean he's the be all and end all to demonhood.

Meg: Nor does it matter that he was supposed to be Lucifer's shiny new skin suit.

Meg: Sorry.

Meg: Hah, he would. Now I'm the only one that should care and I'm happy you're okay but I'm not sure you losing the mark is entirely a good thing.

Meg: Think of what Cain must be feeling right now

[somelatinname]

Baby demons;

[mickeywho]

Was anybody planning to kill anybody else? First I’ve heard of it.

[somelatinname]

[demons only; private]

Are you intentionally trying to act dumb or does it come naturally to you?

I meant that people are trying to pick sides and start a fight and it doesn’t have to be this way. Usually fights, in my experience, involve a couple of deaths.

[somelatinname]

Text Message || Meg & Rory

RORY: Yeah, that's her. Cool.

Rory: To put it simply, yeah.

Rory: Thanks, I owe you one.

Meg: ☮☮

[somelatinname]

Texting ✉ Meg + Dean

Dean: I'm not convinced it's not the opposite that's actually true. I thought I made it clear that I didn't want to kill him.

Dean: I might have mentioned to Rose that there's a way to turn them human again too. But that it wouldn't be easy, or painless.

Dean: About that. Can't try using that, because it's not there anymore.

Meg: Apparently becoming a demon has caused the skull around his brain to become thicker, who knew.

Meg: The thing is, and I'm not saying I'm glad you told Rose, because I am, but... Sam should have told Doc, not let me do it.

Meg: And did you see him try to pressure Rhys into picking a side?

Meg: It's not there????

[onesyllables]

Unless there’s something you’d rather be, I suppose that’s fair enough.

If you run into my boss or my husband, could you pass that message along? It’s been a bit since anyone’s called me sane, that’s all. I tried carving a sort of hieroglypic into the wall. I’m not sure what I was trying to tell myself but I might be awake for a bit now. I can definitely be awake if you need me.

[somelatinname]

I can’t remember how long ago it was since I wanted to be anything else so... yeah.

I think your boss and I would be better left not running into each other, but yeah don’t worry, considered it said. I can’t read Ancient Egyptian but hey, what the hell, we can try to figure it out together. Which, yeah I could use the company.

[somelatinname]

Texting ✉ Meg + Doc

[a long pause]

Doc: Thanks, Meg.

Doc: How can I find out more about this spell?

[a longer pause]

Doc: I am in my right mind.

Doc: So can you. Fair's fair, I think.

Meg: You're my friend Doc, whether we want to stand on the same side or not.

Meg: Pocket library? I doubt anyone else here knows anything about spells and stuff from our world. Maybe check the cabin that's attached to the grocery store.

[A pause]

Meg: Fine, fine, just... be careful, okay?

Meg: Well the thing is, I'm usually a dick and you're not. So... kinda no surprise with me.

[somelatinname]

Texting ✉ Meg + Dean

Dean: I knew it was going to come to this. I don't know what to do anymore to make Sam see reason without hurting him.

Dean: If you have some advice, I'm definitely listening.

Dean: And thanks for the heads up, Meg.

Meg: He's convinced you want to kill him. He's also trying to convince Doc that Rose wants to kill him.

Meg: My advice? Well, I told Doc about the spell that works to take grace from an angel, but I didn't give him details.

Meg: Have you tried using your mark?

Meg: Anytime, Dean.

[onesyllables]

Really? I hope that’s a good sort of surprise, then. What I’ve gathered, though, is that nothing- or at least nothing really noticable has changed about you. Don’t you think that’s strange? 

Now, I feel like you’re the only one who’s got any sympathy. Thanks. I’ll take any tricks you’ve got. Hell, maybe a tiny bit of your company too.

[somelatinname]

I wish I could tell you that it was a good change but... I don’t even know. Kinda strange, yeah, but I guess it’s because I’m always a demon so the Pocket decided to just say ‘eh fuck her, she can deal on her own’? Whatever Gwen, as long as it leaves me alone, I’ll leave it alone.

Well you sound like you’re about the only other sane one here, counting myself. Everyone else seems to think a war should happen. Maybe I will stop by, at least for a little bit. I could use an actual friend right now, but only if you’d rather not be sleeping for a little bit.

[onesyllables]

Well, I dunno. We’re doing okay so far.  Besides, you had to adapt to your powers, your new life when you first turned. Can’t you remember that? I’m just saying, maybe, people will surprise you.

I’ve been trying to sleep, Megs. No one’s letting me.

[somelatinname]

To be honest, I can’t remember much from when I turned. It’s been a long ass time. I do remember being Lucifer’s little favorite though, so maybe I was pampered, who the hell knows? But trust me, I’ve been surprised plenty tonight.

Want me to seal your room? I’m sure I know a trick or two. Hell, I almost wish I can join you with all the shit that’s currently going on.