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Aeon Flux ([info]i_defy) wrote in [info]we_coexist,
@ 2008-02-21 16:15:00

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Entry tags:aeon flux, anita blake, dean winchester, zz:status complete

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The problem with Aeon's life was simple: she went through ammo like other people went through sliced bread, or tissues.

After getting Dean out of his most recent mess, which was (happily) a couple days ago now, the Monican realized she had not even tried to get any new weapons or any new ammunition since she'd been in The City.

Well.

That was gonna have to change, wasn't it?

She was out this afternoon with the intention of finding some new stuff, beyond all the cool gadgets she already had. Standard issue .38 caliber bullets were on the menu, definitely. She ducked into a sporting goods store without a sound, bright green eyes darting around the room and settling, with a little bit of surprise, on a small, dark-haired woman waiting at the counter. It looked, from back here, like the woman's arms were covered in scars.

Huh.

Aeon stepped further into the store, silent, and when she came to a stop, her hands remained at her sides. There was a gun on her back, one on her thigh, and that ring on her finger that served her so well when everything else did not. If you knew what you were looking for, you saw the guns; if you didn't, your eyes slid right past them. No tight black outfit today, just jeans and a fitted black shirt. Long sleeved.

The woman standing there was armed, too. Aeon smirked. This store might not be big enough for the both of them.

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[info]i_execute
2008-02-21 10:42 pm UTC (link)
Anita had found herself in front of the store without any conscious thought of seeking out the damn place. Well, wasn't that how this place worked, though? Seems whenever she actually looked for something, it was a craps shoot whether she actually found it. But as soon as she started meandering without a goal in mind, she found herself someplace she immediately recognized as a place she wanted to be.

Weird. Very Twilight Zone.

The thought made her wonder whether Rod Sirling would ever show up, and she snorted.

Pushing open the door, she headed straight for the guns and ammo section. had to make sure her babies got fed, y'know?

She asked the guy behind the counter some questions about silver plated bullets, but got only condescension. One of those macho guys who thinks women can't handle themselves, huh? She pulled off her jacket, revealing her shoulder holster complete with Firestar under one arm and extra ammo clip under the other. Between that and her war scars, he shut up pretty quickly and started calling her "ma'am".

After sending him off to the back looking for 9 mm bullets (silver-plated, armor piercing, whatever they had), Anita leaned on the counter and looked around. Seemed pretty empty. She idly hoped they did enough business to stick around, then snorted. Of course they did, this place was a pit. Crime everywhere. Plus, the City provides, right? If they needed gun and bullets, there would always be a place to find them.

The door swung open and a tall (damn her!) dark-haired woman stepped in. Anita's careful eyes spotted the two guns - nobody knew the telltales of packing heat like someone who did 24-7. She didn't know what other weapons the woman carried, and didn't care. Speaking as someone who owned a knife that slid under her hair down her back and had once went out wearing a flamethrower, she always assumed there were more weapons somewhere.

Feeling unaccountably friendly, she tipped two fingers to her forehead and saluted. Sardonically, of course.

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[info]i_defy
2008-02-22 05:01 am UTC (link)
Did she just fucking salute?

Aeon's eyebrow rose, and she took a few steps forward. The man behind the counter came back with a box of cartridges and muttered something about the silver content in the bullets.

Aeon wondered if this woman knew Dean. Silver bullets were his territory. And while she was here, she should see if there was anything that fit the Colt. Magic or not, that thing put serious fear into a lot of things Aeon didn't like. Even if it was firing normal rounds, it was worth the reaction it got.

"Silver shot," she said. She nodded, and tilted her head to one side, looking at one of the guns the woman had on her. Firestar. Small. No doubt chosen because the woman herself was small. Small hands had trouble with big guns.

She raised her eyes to the woman's face. She was pretty, and there was something back behind her eyes that was a little scary. Aeon didn't know whether to befriend her or shoot her.

"For which gun, or both of them?"

Let her tell her to butt out. Carnage was a good time.

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[info]i_execute
2008-02-24 12:54 am UTC (link)
Anita smirked when the woman also asked for silver shot. She liked being right. These loser clerks in this stupid city needed to get with the times, or whatever. Keeping the customers happy and all that bullspit.

"For the Firestar. I usually keep the Browning in the shoulder gear, it's too big for a thigh holster. Makes me feel like I'm sporting a massive erection without any of the resulting fun, reminds me why I'm glad to be a girl."

Looking at the Colt, she raised her eyebrows and nodded with respect. "That's a nice piece you have for yourself. Solid. Most of the cops I know tend to prefer Colts and the larger handguns like the M9."

Never one to leave unspoken questions unspoken when she could open her mouth and insert her foot, Anita smiled and said, "So are you a cop or one of the bad guys? Or something in between? I think I'm all of the above, which gets rather confusing. I'd hate to have to come after you one day, you seem like someone I'd rather like than shoot repeatedly."

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[info]i_defy
2008-02-24 03:21 am UTC (link)
Actually, Aeon had been making an observation. But if there were silver rounds that fit the Colt, she was takin' them.

Reminds me why I'm glad to be a girl.

Aeon's eyes shone and a smirk that, since being here, only Dean had seen started working across her mouth.

Her eyes slid to the Colt, which had replaced one of Aeon's normal guns in the holster on her back. It was in plain sight, but seriously, anyone who tried to give her a hard time about that was going to end up riddled with bullets, cop or not. This was the place that whatever gun she drew into her left hand rested. Since meeting the demons she'd met hanging out with Dean, carrying it on her back right now, since she was looking for things to fit it, seemed smart. Dean could have a fit later that she'd left the apartment with it.

Those demons weren't going to shoot themselves in the head.

"Not exactly mine," Aeon said. "It's sort of on loan. Mine are more stream-lined, too."

The gun that rode her thigh testified to that. There were few things she liked anymore about being (or having been) a Monican. The weapons and toys were still on the list.

A cop or one of the bad guys. Aeon arched an eyebrow. "There are a hell of a lot more categories than just those," she said. "I guess you could say I'm freelance, and my job has..." Aeon thought of River, and then of Hannibal. "Changed." She tilted her head at the rest. This woman was so confident. Confident that she could hurt Aeon.

Ah. Ha ha. Not likely. "You'd never catch me," she said, winking.

There was something in Aeon's eyes that said she was not nice and never, ever would be. She would have gotten along very well with Anita's friend, Edward. "You have a badge?" she asked, eyebrow remaining up. "From the City, or somewhere else?"

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[info]i_execute
2008-02-25 10:38 pm UTC (link)
Anita smiled at the idea of a gun loan. Maybe she should set up a system for that, like banks but lending weapons instead of money. Legally, it would never work but it was an amusing idea for the time being.

"Yea, I know some macho caveman types might call the sleeker pieces girly, but really, when a weapon fires bullets at ungodly speeds to maim or kill people, girly is a relative term."

Hiking herself up to sit on the counter like a little kid, Anita crossed her ankles and let the smile bleed out of her eyes. Amazing how easy that had gotten.

"Change is good. I understand freelance but the lack of rules never really appealed to me. Rules have reasons. Break them or follow them, at least they're there and known. The only thing anarchy gets you is a pile of bodies and some idiot in the back exclaiming how exciting it all is."

Rolling her neck and sighing as the muscle loosened a bit, she continued. "I have a badge from back home, but it seems to have come with me, privileges and all. Luckily, all the stuffy coworkers who got a stick up their butts from my unorthodox methods aren't. And trust me, if I wanted to catch you, I could. It's hard to run from the dead."

Confidence, not arrogance. Anita had spent enough time with her new skills to trust their abilities, if still unsure of their scope or sheer power.

She had a sudden and absurd moment of missing Jean-Claude and closed her eyes for a second. When they opened, none of that showed. Nothing did. Anita may have been doll-like (though she'd as soon kill you as admit it), but the empty eyes bit was still creepy. It wasn't quite human.

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[info]i_defy
2008-02-26 05:09 am UTC (link)
The woman hopped up on the counter and Aeon realized how small she was, or rather, how much smaller than Aeon she really was.

She smiled, carefully. "I'm not your usual anarchist," she said.

... hard to run from the dead...

Well, that might explain why Aeon was so good at catching people. Her face gave away nothing. And when she saw a look similar to her own reflected back at her from this woman's face, Aeon almost laughed.

The clerk came back out, eyed Anita n the counter, and shook his head, but he didn't say anything. He set a box down on the counter, which Aeon could tell was meant for the woman sitting on it, and looked at Aeon expectantly. She strode forward, unholstered the Colt, and with it still in her hand (she wasn't letting it go, no way), she arched an eyebrow.

"It's old, but you have anything that will fit?"

The guy arched an eyebrow, too. And whistled. "1800s, right?"

"1835." Aeon tilted the gun in her hand, and the inscription, non timebo mala, caught the light.

The clerk sighed. "That should take cap and ball cartridges, not bullets."

"There were bullets," Aeon said, clearly and carefully. "At least 13.

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[info]i_execute
2008-03-03 11:20 pm UTC (link)
Anita paid close attention to the interchange between the tall woman and the gun clerk. The inscription caught her eye. Looked like something she remembered from her research, about how bounty hunters operated before the legalization of preturnatural creatures. Wolves weren't the only ones who roamed in packs....

"Yea, looks like it was modernized to accommodate updated bullet systems. It happens. Usually to family heirlooms that aren't worth any money the way the are but could still be used for good-ol'-boy times."

She slid her box of sliver shot across the counter until it hit her hip, then flipped it open. After scrutinizing the bullets to make sure they were up to her standards, she slipped a few into her Firestar and slid the rest into the ammo side of her holster.

"So do you have a name or do you just go by 'Tall Scary Chick'? Sometimes I go by 'Shorter-than-expected Scary Bitch'."

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[info]i_defy
2008-03-05 07:47 pm UTC (link)
"This gun," Aeon mused, almost entirely to herself, "is part of a family business."


But she had a serious gut feeling that this gun was worth quite a bit, besides. The guy behind the counter shrugged. "I'll look," he said, turning around and giving his back to Aeon and Anita, and ducking to get at boxes under the counter.

She smirked at the woman next to her. "I'm sure I'm called that by some," Aeon said. "Sometimes, I'm 'you bitch' or 'Monican whore,' too." The smirk got a shade more wicked. "Aeon," she said. Her eyebrow rose. "How tall do they expect you to be?"

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[info]i_execute
2008-03-10 10:48 pm UTC (link)
Her own wicked grin more than evident on her delicate face, Anita swung her legs back and forth against the counter.

"Anita. Nice to meet another woman who knows the value of a good gun and appreciates it more than the latest lip gloss. Apparently, when my reputation precedes me, they expect me to be 6 feet tall and eat Christian babies for breakfast. Which I don't, the heartburn would be unbelievable and the fat would go straight to my hips. I prefer waffles."

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[info]i_defy
2008-03-11 09:45 pm UTC (link)
Aeon's smirk stayed, and even flashed into a smile. "Got no use for lipgloss," she said. "Less use for caring about what I wear or what people think of me." She shrugged.

"Anita With a Badge," Aeon said. "What kind of badge are we talking? You're too normal to be a cop."

The clerk snorted a laugh, and set a box of bullets down on the counter, turning his back again to look for further options.

Aeon wasn't entirely done sizing Anita up, though her gut didn't kick at her the way it had with Hannibal. A little tension seeped out of her at the thought.

The clerk shook his head. "I hate to tell you this, lady, but I got nothin' gonna fit that," he said, carefully bringing his eyes up to Aeon's. She arched an eyebrow.

"I had a feeling you were going to say that," she said. She holsted the Colt, sighing. Did Dean fucking make the bullets for that himself, or something?

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[info]i_demonhunt
2008-03-12 12:03 am UTC (link)
It had been a couple of days. Dean's bleeding had stopped but his insides ached, baldy. He swore a few ribs were broken. Either way, Aeon had patched him up, wrapped his ribs and tended to any other wounds. Dean was thankful and he let her know in his own way, not really with words but with his actions. Between them, words hardly had to be spoke, just an understanding because they were so alike. Which in a way scared Dean but also relieved him as well.

Sorely, he made his way out. He was worried about his Colt. It was his only weapon against the supernatural, killing them deader than dead. And honestly he felt naked without it. Just like when he left without a gun at his back, or in his boot or his knife.

The Impala pulled up before the store, the hunter slowly climbing out with a wince. He hoped to find Aeon here but if not, he could get some cartages for his shot gun, some more bullets that he could fashion into wrought iron and silver not to mention melt the silver down to make the bullets for the colt. Oh and then here was the rock salt which he should pick up some empty cartages as well.

The door pushed open, the bell rung as he walked in. And Dean stopped, tipped his head as he saw the two women. Both lovely though only one he knew. "Damn. Is it my lucky day or what. Hot guns and hot women." He walked over.

He looked directly at Aeon, "And I believe you have something of mine."

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[info]i_defy
2008-03-12 01:08 am UTC (link)
Aeon turned her head slightly as the bell on the door rang, a tinny, irritating sound. If she owned this place, or if she ended up spending any length of time here, she would pull the damn thing off the door.

She was not at all surprised to see Dean standing there.

Hot guns and hot women.

Her eyes flashed. Ha. This was going to be fun. And I believe you have something of mine.

"At least one thing," Aeon said, eyebrow arching. She turned around, back to him now, smiling a very self-satisfied smile. The Colt was back in the holster that hung across her right shoulder. This was an open invitation for him to take it back. She didn't even say anything. He'd get the hint.

What shocked her was that she'd done such a thing. Trusted him enough to let him walk him and grab a gun from her.

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[info]i_execute
2008-03-12 02:45 am UTC (link)
Anita just raised an eyebrow at the latest addition to the happy, gun-toting family.

"Lucky day, huh? You may come to regret that statement later. And you are? Other than obviously acquainted with my new gun buddy here."

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[info]i_demonhunt
2008-03-12 01:02 pm UTC (link)
Dean moved up behind Aeon. The show of trust didn't go unnoticed. She was so much like him in many ways it was almost scary. But it was also comforting especially since he was the only one here. No friends. No Bobby. And most importantly ... no Sam. He missed his brother. And the feeling of being alone. Lost. Was at least dampen by the friendship/relationship he developed with Aeon.

His hand curled around the handle of the old Colt, pulling it out slowly as he looked over Aeon's shoulder to the other woman. She was a small little thing but cute as all get out. What was with this place/City and it's killer, literally, hot women. Not that he was complaining.

"Dean," he answered, as he looked over the demon killing gun and clicked the revolver open to check how many bullets were left in it. He was gonna have to reload it. Make some more bullets.

He leaned to look at Aeon over her shoulder, "Don't tell me you were trying to buy some bullets for my baby here." He looked over to Anita, "She was, wasn't she."

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[info]i_defy
2008-03-12 05:11 pm UTC (link)
If Aeon knew the word 'relationship' was in any way connected to her in Dean's head, she'd have to hit him. Repeatedly. Despite the fun torture-fest in which Hannibal told her that everyone is connected to something, she still did not like that word. Or apply it to anything having to do with herself. She would be unable to tell anyone--just as she had been unable to tell Hannibal-- what Dean was to her, besides 'important.'

She felt the weight of the gun move and leave her back, and tilted her head forward slightly, smirking at Anita. She was not going to introduce her to Dean-- much more entertaining to watch this play out.

Her tongue ran over her lower lip, considering her answer, head turning back to Dean for a second. "Exercise in futility," she said. "I'm good at those."

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[info]i_execute
2008-03-12 10:16 pm UTC (link)
Anita watched the interplay with a raised eyebrow and a little grin. It was always fun to see fucked-up relationships that she wasn't in....made her feel more normal for having one. Or rather, for having about 25. Hey, she was an equal-opportunity kind of girlfriend. As long as you weren't a total tool. Which, unfortunately, most were.

"Nice to meet you, Dean. I think."

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[info]i_demonhunt
2008-03-13 12:44 am UTC (link)
"Hey, I'm a pleasure to be around," He informed the two women as he tucked the Colt behind him to join his other Colt tucked away there as well. "The bullets for this gun have to be made. Speaking of which. Hey," he spoke to the guy behind the counter as he walked around Aeon to stand at it next to where Anita was sitting.

"I need some shot gun shells, all sizes, some empty wrought iron shells if you have those too for a .45 cal, also some silver round if you have any, some oil too." He leaned against the counter. "And who might you be?" He asked the woman.

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[info]i_defy
2008-03-13 05:41 pm UTC (link)
The bullets for this gun have to be made.

Aeon half-shook her head, half-smirked. "Knew it," she said, more to herself than to Dean or Anita.

The guy behind the counter turned around, giving his attention to Dean and raising both eyebrows at the laundry list of ammunition he rattled off. "You want a kitchen sink with that?" the guy asked.

"Nah," Aeon answered. "Just silver bullets for the other gun. Like I mentioned before."
"Which other gun?"
Aeon smirked and slid her hand down her thigh in response, where the other one was holstered. The clerk made a little laughing noise, and his eyes went a little wider, but turned around again and then went through a door in the back to round up the stuff.

"Someone I don't want to shoot. For once," Aeon said, smiling slightly at Anita.

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[info]i_execute
2008-03-14 01:00 pm UTC (link)
Anita laughed and nodded.

"Yea, it's always nice to meet someone I don't immediately want to maim or shoot. It's getting so rare these days. I don't know if I'm getting more crotchety or people really are more annoying."

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[info]i_demonhunt
2008-03-14 11:10 pm UTC (link)
"Really more annoying," Dean answered in a very causal manner. He shifted a bit, "Now, if you both are interested, I can show you how to make some bullets. Been doing it since I was eight."

His father had taught him a lot and Dean was the one who came up with making rock salt bullets to ward off the spirits. It was better than trying to carry around a huge bag of it. It worked best with the shotguns which he had a sawed off one he made in the sixth grade in the trunk.

Which all that reminded him, he really needed to lay the inventory and do some serious cleaning and sharpening, possibly some repairs if need be. And he really needed to some other things too, like some more herbs for the pouches he had and some 'dead man's' blood which was like poison to some or most vampires. He wasn't really sure on that of which kinds because honestly, Daniel Elkins made reference in his journal to others which he didn't elaborate on.

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[info]i_defy
2008-03-17 01:14 am UTC (link)
Aeon rolled her eyes, with as much good nature as she could, and smiled slightly. "Eight, huh? You're worse than me."

Did people like them not get childhoods at all, anymore? Jesus.

She smiled at Aeon. "Are you interested?" It was full of not-subtle double entendre, because, she was sure, that's exactly where Dean's mind had gone. "Or were you raised to think the men made the bullets and the women did the contract killing, like me?"

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[info]i_execute
2008-03-17 10:00 pm UTC (link)
Anita, for once, kept her mouth zipped and her racing thoughts inside her head.

Hey, there was a first time for everything. This first deserved a drink. Or two. Maybe a whole bottle....but then, that would defeat the purpose because the second the third drink went down, the words would pour out. Cheap date, if not always fun.

She couldn't help the smirk, though, as she watched the two out-macho each other. She had learned to be content in her own alpha status and not have to prove it every second of the day. Now it was only every other day, and twice on Wednesdays, of course.

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[info]i_demonhunt
2008-03-21 11:30 pm UTC (link)
Dean gave Aeon a look, then looked to Anita for her answer but she wasn't giving any. "Okay, I'll take that look as a yes from both of you."

Dean turned as the guy came back and he started looking through the stuff. "Okay, these are silver plated, I want the real thing. I know you got some in back so go check." He looked through the other stuff as the guy rolled his eyes and went in back before returning and dropping two boxes down.

"You know silver doesn't penetrate as well as lead," the man spoke.

"As long as it does it's job," Dean examined them as he looked them over before pulling a credit card out to pay for it.

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[info]i_defy
2008-03-24 02:24 am UTC (link)
Without Anita standing there, Aeon might've said 'when have I EVER said no to you?'

But. There Anita stood.

"Dean Winchester with two women all to himself," she said instead. An eyebrow rose. "I know what you're thinking. I can see you thinking it. And no." She smirked, a little evilly. And let out a low whistle. "We could kill you."

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