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Who: Che and Alexi
What: Having a little talk
When: Immediately following this which makes it backdated to medieval day
Warnings: None, actually.


Che was perched on the edge of a fountain, where she'd been the whole time, nine out of ten people were still avoiding her, and it was only the overly curious who weren't. She was polite enough, if confused by the questions, and had decided that staying put for the moment was the best plan of action, especially since she could only go so far at a time without having to stop to catch her breath. This dress wasn't as bad as the other one, but it was still bad enough.

Alexi showed up about as promptly as he'd said he'd be -- which is to say he showed up about two minutes after his last message. He sat down beside her, wearing a to-date, fashionable suit, frills and all. He put a hand out to her, looking downright supportive. "We'll get going in a moment, are you alright, has anyone done anything?"

She shook her head, smiling, "Not besides give me a wide berth." She shrugged, "I think some kid was going to try and sell me his baby sister, he looked a little disappointed when I said I didn't eat babies."

He chuckled and shook his head, settling his hands on his knee. He'd tied his hair up in a looped-up braid in a ribbon. "Hm. Well, that will happen these days. Let's take a walk, Che. We'll take the alleys."

She nodded at that, unfolding easily enough, though she did wobble slightly once she was upright, scowling for a moment as she shook her head, "Dress really isn't as much fun as it looks."

"No, I wouldn't believe so." He said, offering his arm, proper gentleman as usual, then started towards the closest alley. "I'm sorry that they've been treating you that way, it's um... complicated." Once they were out of hearing range of nearly everyone, he spoke in a confidential tone. "I realized something about you after we went out. I couldn't really do much. You're different, Che."

She was thankful for the arm, really, and once they got moving it wasn't so difficult. Her brow creased at that, "Well, yeah, I could've told you that." Though she had the sneaking suspicion that there was more to the statement than that.

"More than just a car-turned-lady, Che." He murmured, taking a turn, and off into a walkway that wasn't even an alley, hedges lining the walk. "Those people may have the wrong idea, but they're right. They're... May I be blunt? You're a demon. Or... were. I'm not entirely sure what happened, myself. Like I said, I won't pry."

She'd been listening intently enough that the statement almost passed right by. She stopped, shaking her head, "Wait, what? Run that past me one more time?" There really weren't many other things he could have said that she could have mistaken for 'you're a demon' but she wanted to make sure.

"Demon. You are one." Al whispered, looking strangely cool despite his calming, concerned tone. He took another turn and they were in a garden, filled with roses and blossom-filled trees, with a fountain and benches lining the way. "This is my place. We're safe here."

"Oh." Was the quiet response, it could have been to either statement, really, or maybe to both. Her brow was still furrowed, apparently thinking hard, finally coming up with: "But, what about the holy water? The traps?" Since neither of them had bothered her yet.

"Holy water doesn't work on most of us. Traps either. Remember, most of us have to actually believe in that." He started plucking sprigs of blossoms from the trees, "Then again, it might be different in your world. I wouldn't know. Have a seat." He said, nodding towards the closest bench. "I'd love to help you figure it out, if you want."

There was a vague, somewhat circular nod, sitting was a good idea, really, and it was a surprise that she managed to settle without collapsing, the mental gear-grinding almost audible, "Works pretty damn well back home, actually." Nine times out of ten anyway, she knew full well the times it hadn't.
She shook her head then, "You'd think I'd remember something like that."

She was stepped behind by the redhead and he pulled her hair away from her shoulders and face as he set aside the blossoms. "Would you like to?" He started daintily braiding her hair at the sides, easily working with the curls. "I promise to be gentle." He joked.

She shrugged, "Hey, if you can shake it loose without breaking anything else, go for it." There was a borderline hysterical giggle building somewhere in her chest, but it hadn't gotten free yet, which was probably a good sign.

He slid his fingers across her scalp and started putting blossoms in with the braids. He eased into her mind, first working at calming her anxieties, and relaxing her. "Here we go, darling." He said, and the memories started unfolding slowly. He continued to braid as he worked, keeping her from forgetting her body. Sometimes, the mind withdrew too far.

It wasn't that bad, really, aside from the fact that she remembered it in reverse, the first wash of sensation, knowing she was thinking for herself, knowing without a doubt that she could actively protect her boys now.
And then she remembered the struggle, and she tensed slightly with the memory of whatever inner turmoil came from her attitude clashing with whatever it was Sam had summoned.
Summoning, that's what the noise was, it was an incantation, one that she felt like she should know, but she couldn't place

He murmured, "Sumerian. Hn. Well, that would account for the holy water not working." He purred, finishing the braids off before putting them into a high, proper bun. His fingers worked across her neck then. "Not much to say for the traps, though." He sat down beside her then, and smiled warmly, still working the tension away as he let through whatever else he could bring forth.

Things were all clicking into place, just little things that hadn't made sense before but hadn't been off enough to make her curious. She was relaxing again, little by little, finally blinking slowly, squinting for a moment, "Sam." She shook her head, "That's Sam's voice." Another head shake, "I have no idea what he thought he was doing."

He nodded, putting his hand over hers, "Humans do stupid things for the ones they love... actually, everyone does." He shrugged, "I'm not sure what else to tell you. You might not be what you once were, anymore." He sighed, "You're an enigma, really. I don't think I've ever met someone who got summoned into a car. Dolls, yeah, but..."

She pinched the bridge of her nose a moment, then rubbed her temple and across her forehead. It wasn't a headache, really, just confusion still, "And I can't even ask him because he hasn't done it yet."

"Tough luck." He said, looking into her eyes. "I can't get any more memories from then for you. I truly wish I could, Che." He knew how it felt, though he'd never admit it. He paused in thought for a minute and then smiled. "You want to get out of that dress? I might have some clothes that fit you in my wardrobe. This is only for a day, the dress thing."

There was an amused, if slightly breathless, huff, "I'd appreciate that, actually. Yesterday wasn't so bad, I still had jeans at least. This though? Yeeeah, not the same thing at all."

He nodded, "This era is wonderful for men. Sucks for the fairer sex." He stood and offered his hand to her, "Let's go find some clothes for you." He nodded to the door of the large house. "Honestly though, I much prefer the sixties." He chuckled "Devil music and all."

Another laugh, "Not going to argue with that." She shrugged, just slightly, accepting the hand up and following him inside, "Granted, I wasn't there for most of it, and don't really remember the part I was there for."

They got to the wide stairs that led up to the bedrooms, and he turned to Che, brows knit with bemusement. "Hang on, I can do this." He said, before ripping the skirt down to the bottom layer, "That should help you, don't want you to fall over." He started up then, laughing to himself, "Cars and stairs."

There was a moment of: 0_0! Before she laughed, shaking her head, as she followed, "Thanks. Stairs are hard enough in pants." She shook her head then, "Even the dog's better at it than I am."

"Four legs." He logically stated, opening the door to his bedroom, and wandered to the large wardrobe at the side of the room, opening it. "Honestly, I don't know how people can deal with not being able to fly. It's taken me ages just to get used to it." He looked to her, "Go ahead and poke through it, I've no idea what's in there."

She blinked, then again, "Makes sense." She shrugged as she started digging, sorting through, it was easy enough to tell what would be too long on her, and it didn't take her terribly long to find something that would work, changing over like some sort of reverse quick-change artist, nose wrinkling slightly once she got the dress off completely, stepping out of it and smoothing down the tunic she'd chosen, "Much better. Thank you."

The demon kept his back turned to her as she dressed, looking out the window. He turned around once she spoke again, and he smiled, "There you go! Looks good on you. Tights are in the drawer over there if you want some." He looked at his own legs and raised a brow. "Should be used this shit. Tch."
She shrugged, "At this rate we'll be in the prehistoric tomorrow. That'll go over well, I know fuck all about hunting t-rexes."