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Who: Merlinatural the Vampire Slayer and friends (Merlin cast, Supernatural cast, Buffy, and anyone who has plotted threads with them and wants to do them here instead of new log)
What: DARKNESS EVENT
When: Day 128 through 131
Where: All around Asgard
Rating: PG-13 to R for death, violence, language, and whatever else

[[ooc: This is a giant log for all the shenanigans of the casts so that we don't spam the log comm. Anyone with planned threads with anyone in this group is welcome to join in here or make their own logs for them, whatever you like!

Everyone please put in the subject line of your threads what day it's taking place, and (tentatively) the characters involved, as well as open or closed and anything else that seems relevant.]]

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[swedge]

[Well that means she'll just have to figure out how to make him crack, now won't she?

And eh, she doesn't need to deal with that kind of life-changing understanding right now. Did he used to kill people because he was a werewolf? Good as dead.

She kind of laughs at his question.]

We're kind of the paranoid type. Always keeping a weapon on us if we can help it. [As she explains, she reaches down to pull out her knife from her boot, twirling it in her fingers.] There's a just a lot of us here, so we pool our resources.

[bitofajerk]

Woah.

[ Of all the things he was expecting to come out of her boot, that was not on the list. So he jumps back a little, eyes wide, though his expression is bemused. ]

When you said paranoid, I didn't think you meant like that. Do you always have that on you?

[swedge]

Just about.

[The way he reacts makes her smirk stick around, still twirling it around her fingers for another moment or so before she stops, looking down at the blade in her hand. At the initials etched onto it.]

I've been carrying this around with me since I was like seven.

[bitofajerk]

[ he waits for the punchline or the admittance that it's an exaggeration or a joke. when it presumably doesn't come, he just gives her a look of disbelief. ]

Seriously, since you were seven? I didn't think any seven year olds would even be allowed to run around with knives.

[swedge]

I never said I was allowed to.

[Because Ellen would not have been okay with that. In any way. But it didn't stop her.]

It was my dad's. He used it when he went hunting.

[bitofajerk]

What could a seven year old do with a knife anyways?

[swedge]

Learn how to use it, for one.

[bitofajerk]

[ this is way too weird to just comfortably accept the same way that she's comfortably saying it. he's quiet, thinking about the differences in the way they'd clearly been brought up. he bites on his lip before sighing and indicating that he wants to take a look at that knife. ]

[swedge]

[she waits for him to say something, handing him the knife when he asks for it. She isn't sure what he's thinking, and part of her is worried about it, but she goes through with it anyway.]

[bitofajerk]

[ DON'T WORRY JO, HE'S NOT STABBING ANYBODY.......

he just wants to hold it and get a feel of it. And maybe try and imagine a seven year old thinking it's a good idea to take this and do-- what? learn to use it how? ]

Maybe it isn't any of my business, but that wasn't you joining the family business, was it?

[swedge]

[THAT'S NOT NECESSARILY WHAT SHE WAS WORRIED ABOUT GOSH

No, instead she just watches him, almost feeling a little defensive. She doesn't want to get into her father, not really, but if Jackson asks about the W.A.H. etched along the side of the blade...

She gives him a noncommittal shrug at his question.]

I didn't really join the family business until a few years ago. Doesn't mean I wasn't interested in it growing up.

[bitofajerk]

[ He sees the inscription, but he figures there's only so much he can start asking before it starts getting weird. So maybe he'll just raise an eyebrow as he turns it over in his hands and if she wants to talk about it, she can. ]

And I thought my dad trying to get me into law was bad.

[swedge]

[she doesn't provide any more information. Not unless he asks specifically.]

It's a little different. But I mean...they're out there. Might as well learn how to kill 'em.

[bitofajerk]

Didn't that ever weird you out? I mean, I wa—would be. You know, if I saw anything like that before I got brought here.

[ careful Jackson. almost let things slip. ]

[swedge]

[Almost? Jo's totally caught that, and is definitely giving you that unimpressed, 'are you really trying to hide things from me?' look before shrugging. This isn't the time to press him about it. Maybe later.]

At some point, maybe, but I kind of grew up in it. When your dad is a hunter the 'there's a monster under your bed' kind of has a different meaning. Even after he died, my mom's bar was a place for hunters to go and relax, so I heard stories my whole life. Saw battle wounds, watched people go out on hunts and not come back.

[She pauses, almost worried about just how much she's telling him and if it actually matters.]

Kind of gives you a new perspective.

[bitofajerk]

[ If he doesn't press her about her dad or those initials, she won't do the same right now about his slip-up right? Or so he hopes as he shifts a little uncomfortably and waits for any word from her noticing. When it doesn't come he tunes back into what she's saying. ]

They didn't think it was weird to let their kid hang around seeing hunters? I mean, parents usually do some stupid things, but come on.

[swedge]

Didn't really have a choice. My mom ran a bar that was pretty popular with hunters - one of the few hunter friendly places around. After my dad died I had to help out to keep things runnin'.

[You'll have to excuse her, Jackson. Jo's a little defensive about the Roadhouse.]

She tried her best to keep it all from me, don't get me wrong. I just have this tendency to figure things out on my own.

[bitofajerk]

[ And Jackson just can't help but keep at it, knowing that he might be provoking her, but seriously -- it just seems ridiculous to him. ]

You mean hunters can't just go to a regular bar? What, does the decor have like werewolf pelts hanging around?

[swedge]

It's more of an information hub than needing an actual bar. There aren't many places out there where you can find other people who know how to make salt-filled shotgun shells or who know how to kill a wendigo.

[Her voice is a little more testy, just because she doesn't like Jackson's tone.]

[bitofajerk]

A what-igo?

[ It's the inevitable abrasive clash when Jackson takes his jerkiness a little too far. But some of what she's mentioned manages to distract him enough. ]

[swedge]

A wendigo. [And for that, you get a 'uh, duh' face. Stupid question, Jackson. Even if it's not.] They're like...creature things.

That live in the woods and eat people.

[bitofajerk]

Sounds great. It'd be more scary if it didn't have such a stupid name.

[swedge]

We don't name them, we just kill them.

[shrrruuugggggg.]

[bitofajerk]

[ and there's that weird reminder again about who/what she and her family are. he just frowns before directing his glance in a random direction. ]

So, I guess we're waiting out the night here?

[swedge]

Yes.

[Because there's no way in hell that she's letting him go back out there again. But after a beat, she stands, heads for the door.]

Sorry. You can hang out in here, sleep even. I should go check in with everyone.