Joanna Beth Harvelle (harvelle) wrote in madisonvalley, @ 2018-05-21 14:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, !complete, !completed gdoc, !log, ~2018 may, ~25 points, ~~tom lucitor (hasahappybunny), ~~~~ jo harvelle (harvelle) |
WHO: Tom Lucitor and Jo Harvelle
WHAT: Random meeting
WHEN: Today, 5/21/18
WHERE: Wal-Mart
WARNINGS: None
STATUS: Closed/Completed Gdoc
Even though Tom had convinced Crowley to give him demon lessons, it wasn’t like he was really a proper demon. Truth be told, he was actually only half demon, even back home, and he really wasn’t evil. Sure, he could summon the dead, and curse people, and liked pictures taken after being drenched in Unicorn Blood and drinking punch with floating eyeballs in it...but he wasn’t evil. He actually preferred ping pong and listening to Love Sentence much more than maiming people.
Nonetheless, he was a demon, and the presence of so many demon hunters and slayers in town couldn’t help but make him a little nervous. So when he saw one in Walmart - one that was friends with the Winchesters, who were apparently THE BEST DEMON HUNTERS IN THE WORLD, he felt a little bit like he was going to puke. Surely she wouldn’t kill him in the middle of the store, though? That would be a little gauche.
He hid behind a display of nutrigrain bars, thinking he was being very stealthy but actually making a bigger deal of himself than he would have if he hadn’t.
***
Jo yawned as she pushed her cart down the aisle, absently studying the various boxes of pasta as she passed them, then stopped and snagged one of thin spaghetti to drop it into her cart. She glanced down at the list in her hand, a part of her somewhat bemused by the fact that here she was actually shopping at a Wal-Mart, when she shouldn’t even be alive right now. It was the same thought that always seemed to linger in the back of her mind, even when she wasn’t actively thinking about it.
Movement from the corner of her eye had Jo glancing down the aisle, and she frowned when she spotted someone who was obviously trying to hide...and after a glance around, she realized he was trying to hide from her.
“Hey, who’s over there?”
***
Well, that hadn’t worked. Great. Hopefully she wouldn’t use his stupidity to slay him like she so obviously wanted to.
A bit nervously, Tom stood, grinning.
“Hi. I’m Tom.”
He knew he didn’t look like a demon right now, and maybe that would keep her from killing him immediately. At least without him getting a chance to explain himself.
***
“Tom…?” It’d been a while since her threats on the network, and in reality, she’d actually mellowed out a little. Sleeping with Lucifer for several days straight and then regularly sleeping with someone who was apparently a half-demon would do that.
Her eyebrows rose slightly as she studied him, not familiar with the face or the name at the moment, and right now she was just waiting for an explanation.
“Something I can do for you?”
***
“Ummm,” he said. “Not killing me would be a good start?” He didn’t really feel like getting murdered just for existing. That would really suck, in anyone’s book. “I’m a demon. Well. Half-demon.” But he’d been raised a demon, even if his dad had been human.
“So...can we not do that please?”
***
Jo stared at him for a moment, then as what he said settled into her mind and connected to the conversation a few months prior, she sighed. “Look - I’m sorry about that. About what I said back then. I’m not going to kill you, or try to kill you, okay?” If it had still been February, she might have had a different response, but in just a three months she’d had her eyes opened about a lot of things.
It’d be the epitome of hypocrisy if she tried to kill a half demon just because of what they were when she regularly slept with a different half demon.
***
Tom looked at her, his whole face saying that he didn’t quite believe her. You didn’t suddenly stop hating demons after a few weeks, and she’d been pretty gung ho about killing them. Maybe this was her way of tricking him into letting his guard down so that she could kill him easier. You ever knew with humans. They were tricky and terrifying.
“Why not?” He asked, crossing his arms over his chest. “What changed?”
***
The look the hunter gave him in return was pretty bland, and she shrugged. “That’s my business. Just don’t hurt people and you don’t have to worry about it.” It wasn’t as though she was going to talk about her sex life with a complete stranger - particularly one who was a teenager.
Jo leaned on her cart as she started to move past him, stopping in front of a shelf of various sauces, and she considered them absently. She could make her own, or she could go with jarred, and she wasn’t sure which she wanted right now. At the same time, she was still making a slight effort to stay away from the half demon kid - just because she wasn’t going to kill him didn’t mean that he was anything like Adam, and she still didn’t know or trust him.
***
If Tom had known the reason, he wouldn’t have wanted an answer. Her sex life totally did not any at all interest him and he wouldn’t have wanted to hear about it at all. But he supposed that the fact she said she wouldn’t kill him was good enough. He’d take it.
“So, um, do curses like the naysaya count? Because I mean, technically they don’t hurt anybody.”
And they were so much fun.
***
“I don’t know what that is,” Jo replied, glancing back at him, but she frowned. “But considering it’s called a curse, you probably shouldn’t do that wither,” she told him dryly. Pushing a few strands of hair out of her eyes, she reached out for a jar of spaghetti sauce and added it to her basket.
“Those people that spoke up anyway - they’re what, your guardians? Maybe you should be asking them, not me.”
***
“It’s a spell that makes this little guy come out of your neck that tells everyone what you’re really thinking or saying. It’s kind of a truth spell. Sort of.” He shrugged. “I did one to Marco once. He’s okay now. I mean, I think he was only traumatized for a little while.”
Tom really didn’t say sound very concerned about Marco’s trauma. Because he wasn’t, even though he did like the guy.
“I can also bring people back from the dead. Well, sort of. I mean, I can’t make them alive again but they can move around and stuff in their rotting bodies. I did that for Marco too.”
***
“Yeah, I’m pretty sure that counts,” she replied. “It’s still going against someone’s free will. If they don’t want to say what’s on their mind, they don’t have to. Traumatizing someone counts. So does making zombies.” Because that part sounded utterly disgusting and disturbing.
Shaking her head, she glanced down at her cart, then back at him. “Look, I need to get going, so this has been a great conversation but I’m pretty sure we’re doine.”
***
“Well, I’m not making them exactly,” he said. “I mean, I’m not killing them. They’re already dead. And the time I did it for Marco it was a guy he really wanted to meet so it was kind of a nice thing, see?”
He thought it was nice, anyway. He hadn’t bought Mackie Hand back from the dead to hurt anyone but because he’d messed things up for Marco and was trying to make it up to him. That was what friends did, wasn’t it?
She obviously wanted to get away, so he just shrugged a bit and nodded. “Yeah, okay,” he said. “But not all demons are bad, you know. I’m not bad. Just saying.”
***
Jo shook her head a bit and told herself it wasn’t her problem, and she didn’t have any say over anything. Instead, she tucked some of her hair behind her ears and studied him for a moment, before shrugging in return.
“Yeah, so I keep hearing,” she said in response. And she knew it was true, now, because of Adam. They’d both given her a lot to think about.
“See you around, kid.”