Aruraliel (blackeyedangel) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2015-05-28 19:03:00 |
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Rory had lost control completely. He ran through the streets, wings outstretched behind him, smiting every one of the creatures that got close enough to him. When he didn't want to actually lay hands on them he simply snapped his fingers and watched their necks snap. His eyes had gone black as soon as he heard the news about Dean and had not gone back yet. He was in full rage and would not stop until his energy was gone. He didn't fear death. None of them had the ability to end his life. He fully intended to end as many of theirs as possible. ~~~ Well. She couldn’t say this was entirely expected. It was certainly not a glorious return but felt like a familiar one. She always came back to the fight, didn’t she? Always showing up when the Winchesters needed her most--until, of course, she couldn’t. It had been a good deed, the one good deed she had done her whole life long since becoming a demon, and perhaps even before. It was worth it, she supposed. Being back here, though? Ugh. Really? A woman in a black leather jacket and a maroon colored t-shirt underneath, a comfortably fitted scoop neck, and skinny jeans tucked into fun black boots stood at the end of the street Rory was sweeping. She turned, splattered with gunk and debris from having awoken only to fight, and when she saw the young man she gave a smile. At least there was something to look forward to in his odd parallel Purgatory. “Heya, Honey. I’m home.” ~~~ Rory paused only briefly when he heard her speak. He recognized her immediately and a small smile played on his lips, only briefly. Won't she be proud he thought as he smote yet another husk. They fell around him like rag dolls and it made him feel good. ~~~~ Damn right she was proud. Look at him! He was magnificent. He was the embodiment of all the things right in the world; she, of course, and Castiel. Meg started toward her son, pseudo-son, with quick steps. Her arms moved out to either side as a quartet of smaller creatures came hurtling at her. They were flung back with that delicious demonic force, her eyes blinking to blackness. “Well, look at momma’s little boy! All grown up and taking on the Reaper.” Meg was very hooked in to pop culture and Mass Effect did not go unnoticed. ~~~ Rory smiled again. He really was enjoying just letting his evil side go. "Wouldn't want to disappoint you, mother." He turned and smote another husk before snapping the necks of the three behind it all at once. He then turned back to Meg. "Good to see you again." ~~~ ~~~ “I’m not sure if that’ll grow on me or not,” Meg mused as she closed the gap and gave a tilt of her head to the right. It was a small, quick snap, and a pair of husks coming up behind Rory from his left were flung away. “I see I’ve come back just in time for the party. Fill a girl in?” she shrugged a shoulder as if feigning innocence, her black eyes glossy as she grinned. Banter felt good. Being with Rory wasn’t so bad, either. ~~~ "These things invaded a couple of days ago. We've been fighting them off." A flick of his hand and two more went flying into the wall. "Then they decided to piss the fuck off. Now they're paying for it." He'd been taking it easy before. Staying safe. Making sure that Mary didn't have to worry about him. Now he honestly didn't care because he knew he'd survive, even if he got hurt. He'd be okay, at least physically. ~~~~ The woman hummed a bit, looking around at the scenery and nodded. “I can’t say I’m hating what’s been done to the place,” she said in an obviously teasing fashion as she turned around to walk back the way she came, his headed direction. “I can’t imagine anything pissing you off. What happened?” Meg then asked, another flick of the wrist, Husks collapsing in defeat as they hit the walls. ~~~ Rory started to follow her, heading back down the alley. He took out another one by smiting it, then caused another to go flying. "They killed Dean." It was the first time he'd said it out loud since it happened. The first time he acknowledged it. But he didn't cry. He just started killing. Started taking revenge. It was the demon thing to do after all. ~~~ “Fascinating,” Meg said. “I can’t imagine he’s actually dead. How long have you known him?” she replied with a raise of her brow. There was then a face of disgust upon her as one of the husks she blew to smithereens splattered across her cheek. Well, she couldn’t say she was already clean and sometimes fighting got a bit messy. There was nothing enjoyable about this debris, however, so she made a stank face and wiped it off. “You’ve gotten stronger. How long has it been, sweetheart?” Now she grinned. ~~~ Rory looked at her for a moment. "He's dead." Was all he said to that. He killed another three husks as he thought about how long it had been since he last saw her. "Nearly a year, I think." He'd lost track of time. "I've been training. " ~~~~ “Pft, please,” Meg rolled her eyes at Rory. “Dean doesn’t know how to stay dead.” She told him as bluntly as possible, watching him work. She was proud, indeed, and regret their unsteady relationship before. Maybe now would be a better time. Look at him go! She gave a smile. “Well, you look good,” she said in that silly kind of small talk way. She didn’t believe Dean was dead. She needed proof of that. ~~~ Rory just shrugged it off. He didn't want to talk about it anymore. They seemed to get a bit of a break as husks stopped entering their particular alley so he closed his wings, letting them go invisible again, though his eyes stayed black. "Thanks. You look good, too." Even if she was covered in filth. "There's more stuff to kill out there." He pointed to the mouth of the alley. ~~~ Fair enough. It was a tender subject and seemed strange that she was Miss Optimistic. Meg only looked around, then, letting the quiet pass before giving him a smirk and tilt of her head. Then she started to the passage he had point to. “So, I take it these things haven’t been contained to one area?” she asked, giving a little snarl as one of the husks came launching at her. She put a hand to its neck and tossed it aside less Rory got to it first. ~~~ Rory shook his head, before running past her and quickly killing three more husks. He felt like he was showing off for her. Like "Mommy look what I can do" which was a bit ridiculous at his age, but he almost didn't care. "They're everywhere. Couldn't find a way to get them in one place." It would have made sense, but there were too many of them. ~~~ She surely didn’t mind. Meg smiled and watched him go, standing back with her arms crossing loosely until needing to be used. Her hands had clapped themselves off before folding, of course. “Hm,” she then mused. Did she really want to be helpful? Well, she supposed she did...if she weren’t of any use then the place she was forced to exist for who knows how long would be trash anyway. “Any way to at least make them smaller groups across the area I wonder…” ~~~ "We can give that a try. There are different groups fighting around the city. They all have armor." He said it almost as if it were pathetic that they needed it. But they were only human after all. "We're managing to keep them away from the safe houses which is the most important part." At least he assumed it was. ~~~~ “I would suggest calling in, then,” Meg said. “They wouldn’t listen to a word I said, after all.” She laughed a bit and continued walking, marching, by Rory’s side. “Gather the troops! Surely the supernatural on this rock can do something about containment.” ~~~ Rory chuckled as he followed her. "We'll figure it out. Maybe take down a couple of big ones in the process. " He did like having her back. And liked letting the demon have control, it was easier to relax, even when he was pissed. ~~~ “Sure we will,” Meg agreed as she turned and started to work back out of the alley when the other end was clear. “You going to stay out here? I’m a bit over it, already,” she jeered playfully. ~~~ Rory nodded. He had some more anger to work off. "There are still too many of them for my taste." He made sure no more of the things were coming just yet before paying full attention to her. "Talk to Shepard. She's kind of in charge right now." |