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[Holding her hand against a gash in her arm, Mary's moving through the fog blindly, trying to ignore the blood dripping onto the ground, providing a decent enough trail to anyone curious enough to follow it. When she's safe, she can find a way to wrap it...but there lies the problem. No where is safe right now. Even the shop that she'd tried to take refuge in had been occupied by something less than friendly, all sharp teeth and claws.

Anyone close enough to her will notice the large knife held in her free hand. If they get too close, it may end up in their neck...in this place you couldn't take any chances. She remembered it well and knew to not make too much noise, that was the only thing keeping her from calling to check in with Dean and anyone else she was close to.

There was a small part of her that was enjoying this. The familiarity and the release of using your skills to their fullest, but this wasn't her life anymore. She'd worked hard to keep things that way, but the manor was determined to ruin that choice.]

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[ Despite of plenty horrible things all around, Kanda hates the ghostly writings the most. Perhaps because doubting anything regarding himself is something he can not afford to do, especially not here and now. Maybe that's why he tried to escape somewhere without walls, where he could look up and breathe the air even if the sky itself was hardly visible through the fog. Even in this mangled state, nature was still rather soothing. Even with all the creatures and whatever else. ]

[ After all, everyone's greatest enemy is themselves. Therefore it's important not to dwell for a moment, or an illusion might catch you. Keep moving. ]

[ Kanda stops as he sees a silhouette in front of him and listens in, holding his sword at the ready just in case. Don't make any wrong moves, you. He hisses in that direction. ]

Who goes?

[Freezing at the voice, she tightens her grip a little on the knife. She could fight if she had to, but she was going to be trying her best to avoid it.]

You from the manor?

[A simple enough question that hopefully wouldn't end up with her being attacked. So far, she hadn't encountered any monsters that could talk, but she didn't know if that was going to be changing.]

[Wise choice. It's always best to save that energy for once the fighting becomes not optional.]

[Kanda pauses, not dropping his guard yet, although the very fact that the person speaks already rules out the possibility of some darkness creature for him. True, some of them do speak, but this sounds way too humanly for that.]

Yes. You?

[Taking a slow, small step forward.]

[She allows herself a relieved sigh.]

Yes...Mary.

[A few people knew her in some way or another, so she didn't even think that she might not be recognized. Tilting her head as she heard a sound like shoe over concrete, she stayed still, letting him come to her. If he made a wrong move, she knew she could take him out...especially since he was from the manor.]

[Kanda isn't sure he knows a Mary, but the voice does seem familiar and somewhat reminding him of home-made food. That and a monster with a name Mary just wouldn't make sense.]

[He stops at an appropriate distance where he can already see the person, and does recognize her. The fact that she is apparently a mother is for some reason more rememberable than her name.]

Ah. It's you.

[Ah, to be fair, he just might be harder to take out than any of the Things wandering around during this nightmaric week. It's a nice sentiment, though. Shows that the woman is brave.]

[Kanda continues awkward eyeing, because he doesn't really have anything to say but something tells him that simply walking away is not a very good decision in this situation.]

[Breathing a sigh of relief when she recognizes him, she can't help but grin. Thank heavens...]

I didn't think I'd see you out here.

[She hasn't seen much of anyone from the manor and that in itself was scarier than the monsters.]

Are you okay?

[Maybe part of the monsters' plan was to make people feel like they were on their own. That can get to you fairly quickly.]

Likewise.

[He gives a firm, somewhat casual nod at the question.]

Fine.

[And frowns. And frowns more. You'd think he's having some kind of an inner fight, which finally results in a small and bitter,]

You?

[One word answers...she was actually rather used to that and it seemed to make a little sense in a place like this.]

One of the dogs got me, but it's not too bad.

[ He really likes those, whenever give the chance to use it! That and it's better not to make too much of a ruckus around here, yes. He tries to peer at the wound, frowning. ]

It's not dangerous?

[ Heck if he knows what it takes for normal people to bleed to death, but you can't be too careful. ]

[It probably could get that way, but like hell she was caring too much right now. When she found Dean, she'd get him to stitch it up.]

It'll be fine...just sore is all.

[Okay, a little worse than sore, but there wasn't much she could do about it.]

[ Well, Kanda's not the type to push his aid on people, so he just gives a light shrug. ]

Alright then.

[ And he looks like he's about to head off on his way. Wouldn't it be safer to stick together in a place like this? ]

[Worrying her lip, she looked between the way she'd been heading and him. It wasn't in her to ask to accompany him, but at the same tome, she had someone to find.]

Good luck.

[ Kanda pauses for a moment, and actually looks back. What a rare feat. He seems to have a bit of trouble getting the words out, but he does nonetheless. ]

You too.

[Navigating through the fog thick as pea soup (and the tragedy of a hard boiled asshole like himself using that lame phrase) isn't tits for Badou either. Between the ominous voices setting him on edge, the ambushes, and the distinct feeling of being watched, he's about ready to call this shitty vacation quits. To make matters worse he hasn't had a cigarette in days. There is no hope and the ghosts are relentless.
He moseys along, exhausted as fuck all, squinting into the abyss and oblivious to Mary's disconcerting trail, tightens his fingers on his pipe (one he'd found for defense, don't be gross). Then in the one in a million chance of tripping, baby, he's the firework that succeeds.]

MOTHERFUCK!

[He lands on his ass and the pipe clatters to the ground before him in anticlimactic fashion. The sound echos along with his hitched, panicked wheezing as he scrambles for it. You Have Located +1 Clumsy Shit.] Fuckfuckfuckballsfuck.

[Keeping alert, it was no wonder that she heard an exclamation from somewhere in the fig. Freezing where she was, she quickly analyzed the voice to see if it was someone she knew...and lo and behold, it was. Looking around, she clearly couldn't see the person...which really wasn't a surprise with the thick fog.]

...Badou?

[Please, please, be Badou...]

[Nearly peeing and doing a damn good job of scraping his hand as he drops it once more, Badou rights himself without having a hernia, but freezes when he hears a disembodied voice call him. That isn't new but it sure plunges ice water into his veins. Her voice sounded familiar but then again, many of them did. Failing to manage a steady voice, he shakily calls]

Yeah? Who the fuck's asking? I don't remember owing any ghostly fucks money. Take a number, asshole. [He haunches his shoulders and brings the pipe in front of him in some semblance of battle station.]

[Thank God...Staying where she was, she kept her voice even.]

Calm down. It's Mary, from the manor, I was starting to think I was the only one that ended up here.

[As long as he didn't attack her and they didn't have any unexpected visitors, this was turning into a decent meeting.]

Who the hell is- oh, Mama Bear, that's right.

[Badou's shoulders un-knot just a tick, though the grip on his pipe never loosens. Anything could happen, best not to get weak in the knees just cause a hot MILF finally save- er found your ass. First rule of the business. He slowly moves towards the sound of her voice, squinting hard.]

Where're you at? Nono, don't gimmie two knots or clicks or clocks- why dontcha recite a tale of the Housewife an the Mechanic, I should be able to find ya easy peasy.

[He snorts] Wouldn't be such a great vacation without a few familiar dickheads to mess around with. Said familiar dickheads get in too much shit on their own, as if they'd pass up that chance here in droves.

[She can't help but chuckle. If John ever made his way here, she'd have to let him know their life apparently made a good porn.]

Housewife and the mechanic, huh...maybe I should have those stories for when shit gets back to normal and we're not fighting for our lives.

I have to agree with you on that. I'm sure my parents would have gotten a kick out of this place...or at least my dad would have.

Eh, you're right. All the moist, steamy details'll take too long to lay out gently an sensually. A foreplay story should be enough to tide us over, eh? [Badou allows himself a tidbit of one of his usual grins as he moves, then makes out a figure just ahead. As long as this doesn't end with a stabbity shower scene, things might be sorta okay.]

That better fuckin be you an not Shia LaBeouf...

[When he's finally behind her (safely distanced) he pauses. Right shapely shape, blonde, holding a deadly weapon...seems legit. He snickers.] What kinda janked shit did your old man do for a livin? Run a nightclub? Help stage Chaney's huntin' accident? Clergyman? Hairy as shit.

[Relaxing as she saw a very Badou shape appearing, she moved her hand back up to her wound, again applying pressure to assure that she didn't bleed out before she could fix it. Smirking a little, her amusement leaked into her tone, something that made it hard to tell if she was joking or being completely serious.]

Professional monster hunter and a damn good one.

[Mom wasn't as good, but it was okay. Dad didn't let her go alone too often and she was never sent by herself...or rather, never sent without dad.]

He'd have half the monsters dead and a safe house by now...probably.

'm guessin' that ain't code for somethin' kinky, then. I'm fuckin' praying it ain't. Euuugh. Wrinkle-y bits flyin in leather an straps. So he's a bounty hunter, cowboy hippie-ki-yay an shit.

[He shudders and gags right on cue but his eye rakes over Mary briefly, checking for injuries. No shit she can take care of herself or kick his ass in ripped spandex, but he worr-...wondered. Badou easily spots the gash and his eye narrows.]

The hell did I nag 'bout you not gettin your perky ass into deep shit? That's my bit, I get paid an everythin'. Don't shit on my business. Titty tap dancing christ! [He grumbles under his breath, ideas a'roving. Staunching the blood and booking it sounds good.]

It isn't. Family business and all that...as much as I hate it, we could do with a few more hunters here.

[Though that image was more than a little disgusting and disturbing to her. When all this was over, she wanted some strong tequila to drown that image. Glancing down at her arm, she wrinkled her nose at the blood dripping from her fingers.]

It's not so bad... [Okay, it totally was. This was hardly the place to mend it though.]

Then this is a walk in the goddamn park for you if I'm followin' this soap opera right. Monsters. Shitfuck.[Have a skeptical snort.] Dunno bout you but I'd shove all the hobblin old ladies an soul sistahs outta my way to check outta that shitty lane. Even if it came with badass code names, like Goldilocks The Tbagginator.

[Vague mentions of her 'job', lack of pension, the horrible theft of her life, kids all grown up and keeping to mamas skirts- all the pieces from their talks click. Puzzles always put a bug up his ass. So did aforementioned image, there's a circle for tequila prayers in 10. No time for that shit now-]

Not so bad? Babe, a guy in the ER with a Hulk hand shoved up his ass after too much coke would give you the dance floor on general principle. [Danger risk was too high to mend it now. The thought of another person throwing themselves into deeper shit, for business that'll get em killed- leaves him with a bitter, familiar taste in his mouth and it shows. He half turns, nods his head in some vague ass direction]

C'mon. Let's get the fuck out of here before you an that thing put Carrie's prom night to shame.

In a way...but it's been eleven years since I've been on active duty. Dean's been training with me, but even at that, it wasn't enough to stop one of those damned dogs.

[Though, without the training, she would have probably been a lot worse off.

Snickering at the analogy he chose, she shook his head and moved in his direction.]

Lets just get out of here before something follows the smell of blood. Once we find a building to hide out in, think you could stitch it for me? I have the needle and thread, but the wound's in an awkward place.

[He lets out an exasperated sigh. CHRIST, these intense world saving types] Speakin of your bouncin' baby boy, 'm surprised the mama radar in his ass hasn't located you yet. [Grumble.] Tch, dogs. Next time try a newspaper or a national geographic to the nose. Or a goddamn bazooka.

[Quickly matching her strides, he huffs.] Much as I wouldn't mind carryin' your dainty passed out ass, I'd rather your kid didn't split my ass for makin a move, either. I'll accept grovelin' only.

[Badou manages something akin to a reassuring smirk in Mary's direction.] Lucky for you sewin' up gapin' wounds happens to be my goddamn specialty. Looks bomb on my resume, too.

Badou, be nice. Though, I am a little worried that I haven't found him yet. [Okay, a lot worried.] I tried to knife it, but it was just too damn fast. It was back up in seconds and it was like hitting solid muscle.

Good. Cause I really need it stitched soon. I was hoping to find Dean to do it, but so far, that's not happening. Honestly, if I hadn't found you, I would have simply had to start a fire and fix it the best I could. [Though, she's take stitches over cauterizing any day.]

[That actually drags full blown laughter out] PFFFFT! Yes, mommy. I'll be good, wouldn't want ya to spank naughty ol me, here of all places~

[Shit, she really is worried, what to do with Concerned Parents] That guy's got one half of your badass genes. He's the sequel to The Housewife an the Mechanic. 'm sure he's around here roughin' it, trynna sniff you out.

[Eyebrow raise] Fuckin dogs that spring back after some legit damage? Didn't think there'd be somethin' from home sweet home here.

Euuugh, you are hard fuckin core, Mama bear. [His stomach rolls. As much brain splatter and intestines he's been splattered with, he doesn't remember patching himself up after something like that. Least not without it ending with someone in tears. Dryly, he adds] Here I am to the rescue. I'll fix ya right up, free of charge.

Good, cause I will. Give me half a reason and I'll have you over my knee~. [Okay, she really wouldn't, but he knew she was just playing. With things like they were, it didn't hurt to have a sense of humor.]

He'd better be. Hell, I'd be satisfied if he'd just check in and tell me he's okay. [Sighing to herself, her hand itches to check her phone, but she knows that she'd have heard if there was a message for her from him.]

[Chuckling, she glanced up.] Should have seen the monsters I ran into last year. They were stupid enough they didn't notice me though. Thankfully.

I do what I have to. I'd rather take a little pain than bleed out and die in this hell hole. [She'd never done it personally, but she'd seen it done before. If she had to, she had the knowledge to live long enough to get out of here.]

[His terrible personality and sense of humor is what's keeping him from pissing his pants right now, tbh.] Oh, s'that a promise? I'm so bad. Why go for half, why not take the whole packaged reason, huh~?

Y'know how kids are, prideth before the balls an all that shit. [Not that he knows about brats but he had to say something, so babbling it is.] No doubt he's clearin' a swanky ass area for you before he sends for ya. Better safe than sorry.

[He offers a crooked grin] Lucky for you, an them, given you'd have teared their abyss-ly asses a new one. It's the fuckers bein' controlled you gotta worry 'bout.

I get it, loud an clear. [Bemused, the situation anything BUT, he raises his free hand in surrender. This woman never ceased to be a badass. He didn't doubt her but the reassurance probably settles his blood pressure a tad.]
You're Xena the fuckin amazon warrior. There's too much shit to do, survive or go home without your pants, pulse an credits, I feel ya. S'a hard boiled life...

If I didn't know better, I'd almost think you were flirting with me. [Which was actually a laughable thought in her opinion. There had only been one person here to actively flirt with her and Dean detested Mr. Lecter. She wasn't sure that she'd ever hear the end of it.]

I hope so. As much as he's been training with me, I'm still wearing down. [Life at the manor has made her a little lazy...or lazier than what she usually was. Aside from making breakfast, there wasn't much that really needed her attention but books.]

[Frowning, she tilted her head a little.] Xena?

Who's Xena?

Flirtin? Me? Nonono, c'mon now, you're underestimatin my smooth operator capabilities. If I was flirtin for keeps the atmosphere would be a hell of a lot sexier. [It'd be a lot cruder. Nonono, no. Badou plays around but she's someone's mom man. Not to mention an acquaintance. He knows who's off limits- for the sanctity of his asshole in one piece, don't give him the big one, shit]

Nothin' like the end of the fuckin world, runnin for your life piss pants screamin' for adrenaline badassary. The author don't know jack shit bout continuity.
[He sideeyes her, hardly convinced, but seeing is believing.] How bout next time you can pull off rescuin a damsel in distress. If that don't shake off some of the dust I dunno what will.

[Ahhh, a pop culture reference, beaut.] Lucy Lawless played this hard boiled warrior named Xena- kicked ass, took names, heads, an all in a lil skirt an leather tit plate. Sprinkle in a lil lesbionic undertone, some mythology, an ancient geology no one gives two shits about an there ya have it. Ahh, it was a goddamn classic.

No shit. If you stop to even think, you might get attacked. [Smirking, she shook her head.] Give me a post and my old Savage 10FP, turn this little bit of hell back into the closest we'll get to a heaven.

[It sounds good, but to be honest, she just wants to sit down and relax with a movie to take her mind off of all of this.] ...When we get back home, I just want to sit down with a few beers and watch a movie.

Hey now, I could totally pull off a wicked panty droppin one liner while Jack n Rose do their thang on the titanic. [Badou's lip droops in a proper sulk, but her next comment has him shedding that and whistling in awe.] God damn, you just keep throwin me for a loop. Didja get to hunt shit often with that? The Ghostbusters ain't got shit on you, clearly.

[Her longing, wistful tone serves his efforts to peer through the fog and lead them a little more. He lets out a weary sigh.] I feel ya, girl. Brave Heart or somethin'. I just wanna smoke a carton of cigarettes an go to bed for a week, fuck this.

Edited 2012-12-28 05:42 (UTC)

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[Actionnn] lord almighty, like I could resist

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Welcome back, mama bear~!

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Sry, finals.

No worries, I've been there. Good luck with em! Kick their asses!

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