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Execution 01 // This looks familiar.. not

[Having been back in his home for a short period of time, he's more than a little surprised when he finds himself faced with a festival in nigh full swing. The 'people' of the town don't seem to notice him or his strangeness, generally being friendly and offering him copious amounts of beer. Which he must sadly decline, after all, dat helmet.

So he sets off wandering around, trying to work out where he is, that familiar feeling of being watched by something that wasn't the remnants off the Goddess. His blade is dragging along behind him, some may recognise the sound...]

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[And yes, Dean does. He stiffens significantly at the sound. and this is him moving to the next stall... and the next... moving as quickly as he can without drawing attention to himself among the rest of the festival go-ers.]

[Looking up sharply Pyramid Head staggers towards the noise. It'd begun to slowly come back to him when he found a Blackberry buried in the folds of his robe. But what got him the most was the familiar scent of Dean's aura.

However this time he has no intent of being left behind, he gradually manages to build momentum with the blade as he makes his way carelessly through the crowds. Thankfully they all parted for him, as though he were splitting the proverbial red sea.]

[He does a much better job of moving quickly seeing as his brain hasn't been fried beforehand this time. Unfortunately, he doesn't get the same treatment, and the hustle and bustle of the streets is hindering his movement as he has to weave between people.]

[Damn, bugger and blast this crowd. Pyramid Head gives a loud frustrated growl as he shoves someone aside hastily. It didn't matter they were nothing more than useless barely formed energy. Whilst he had an interest in Dean, he was more interested in confirmation of his location at this point.]

[Dean turns off into what looks like a little side-street.]

Son of a BITCH! [the loud curse comes as he hits a dead-end down aforementioned side-street. ~~because I appear to lack the ability to make this easy~~]

[The yell was all Xuchilbara needed to work out where Dean was, managing to manoeuvre successfully through the crowds. Perhaps the Author wanted this? Then again, he had been around long enough to not be foolish enough to place that sort of faith in a probably sociopathic little girl with too much power.

Making it known he didn't intent to let Dean go anywhere else, he stood in the archway, blocking the way with his entire mass. ~~You feelin lucky bro?~~]

[shit shit SHIT.]

I'd say lets talk this over, but you don't seem the talking type. [He quickly scans the area, looking for some possible exit and not seeing any.] the hell do you want from me anyway? I'm guessing it isn't me putting you on my christmas card list.

[Pyramid Head staggers closer, and with about three feet between them, he slams the Blade into the ground. Seemingly carving something into the cobblestones.

Conversation, something he hadn't been equipped for. Then again he hadn't really needed to converse with James.]

[Just give him a sec to.... let his brain catch up to what the hell was going on here.] ...Not the talking type but the writing type, apparently.

Oktoberfest... The real one, I think. or, as close as the author can get. So that would make this Germany.

[So it was the Author behind this all. He had almost forgotten about her existence - perhaps that was what she had wanted out of this? Well he did have more important things to be doing than obsessing over his last stay in the Manor.

Hastily he pulled his sword from the cobbles, despite how awkward it had looked. He did nothing just stood silently in front of Dean, his aura no longer burning as it had the first time they met.]

[...No, gotta ask. Seeing as he apparently CAN communicate.]

What was with the stalking thing? That how you get your creepy kicks?

[With a low rumble he shakes his head. Once again, the blade is slammed into the ground but this time he doesn't start writing. He fishes out the blackberry from the folds of his robe and begins awkwardly trying to use it. The blackberry screaming with static (http://youtu.be/AQvLrTsrSRM) as he uses it.

He sends the text, seeming to make Dean's blackberry join the static.]

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[~~Be glad it's not Osiris.~~]

[He just... looks at the message among the static] ...great. A whackjob monster that thinks it knows what I want. I don't know what the hell you're on about, but you are way off the mark.

[If he could sigh he would. Beginning his approach once more, Pyramid Head decides to put less distance between them. He reaches out to grab Dean by the collar of his shirt. Thinks he knows what he wants? Knows. He can deny it all he wants.

His aura flares up once again with a loud inhuman growl from under the helmet.]

Woah, okay, okay. [despite the front of his shirt being grabbed, he manages to give a cheeky smile. Just.] But... think we could leave the giving me what I want 'til later? I got things to do this week. [oktoberfest seems like the perfect place to get Sammy to relax.]

[If he had eyebrows, he'd have raised one by now. Dean making demands of him? His free hand pulls the blackberry out again.]

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[the smirk fell, and he met.... the helmet with his eyes.] If you know me as well as you claim, you know damned well what I'm gonna say.

[He gives a grunt and drops Dean, but still blocks his way. He doesn't say anything, just lingers, staring at him with a silent promise.

'Only this time will I let you go'. Satisfied that he'd made his point, the Red God took a step back, recovering his Great Knife from the cobblestones.]

[He didn't say anything, but nodded that he understood the message. And he passed in the space that was now cleared. And like hell was he telling Sam he had a monster on his ass that wanted to slice and dice him because of Hell.

Well, he really should have expected as much.]

[He watched Dean slip by silently, turning to watch him leave. Well, he'd at least made his point. Now all that was left was to play the waiting game. He wasn't as dense as James, so perhaps this would be somewhat of a bonus. He'd just have to break away that layer of stubbornness.]

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Execution 01 // This looks familiar.. not

[Action forever.] (And here I was just saying: I owe him a happy, I shouldn't be mean)

[Action] (XD PH won't hurt him. Yet)

Re: [Action] (XD Good. he's meant to be getting hammered with Sammy tonight)

[Action] (A JUST AND NOBLE CAUSE!)

Re: [Action] (DAMN RIGHT! especially after the <s>months</s> week of hell he's been through)

[Action] (Maybe christmas PH will give him something nice?)

Re: [Action] (A BIG METAL HOOK? 8D /shot)

[Action] (Blaaaaaaates. /revives)

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