Username: 
Password:    
Remember Me

Search by :  Username E-mail Region Interest AOL IM ICQ Number Yahoo! ID MSN Username Jabber

ashtoashes (ashtoashes) wrote in wariscoming,

There was a lot of stuff going on that Ash was pretty sure wouldn’t make sense until he got good and drunk and thought about it for a while, or until he got himself a computer that worked properly and did some checking into things... or some combination thereof. He’d missed a couple years’ worth of events, after all. In Heaven, he hadn’t been completely unaware of things, but he hadn’t been able to see much of what was going on, either. But he couldn’t really do much about that.

He couldn’t do much about the fact that there was a demon in here, either. Jo had said exorcisms weren’t working, had moved the demon to another room earlier and Ash wasn’t entirely sure what to think, because that hadn’t exactly seemed like a demon. He’d looked the part, sure, had the black eyes, but he had seemed kind of desperate and scared, not the usual bitchy uppity demons Ash had encountered. Either way, Ash wasn’t very comfortable with having a demon (if he even was one) within the same walls that he was in - last time that had happened, he’d ended up extra-crispy and drinking beers in Heaven.

Not that Heaven wasn’t awesome or anything, but he wasn’t ready to go back just yet.

The sound of someone’s footfalls in the hall made him turn, head that way. He didn’t really have a clear idea of what he was supposed to be doing, here - he was out of his element. There was no research to do, no patterns to figure out or plans to make. He was just... here. And he was glad for it, sure, but that didn’t mean he knew what to do with himself, now.

When in doubt, find the boss-lady wasn’t the usual plan (because usually when in doubt, he got trashed and sprawled around waiting for inspiration to hit, the right numbers for the code he was working on to pop into his head, the right plan to form), but it was probably better, in this situation. He was pretty sure Jo would be pissed if he cracked open the sacramental wine or something.

Jo was in the hall, and he offered a wave that was half a casual salute as he approached, “What’s with the.... thingie?” he waved his hands to indicate the quiver on her back, because seriously, what the hell? Sure, a lot of hunters liked bows, crossbows, all that jazz, and it could be useful on occasion, but he didn’t think demon invasion (or illusion of demon invasion, if Sam were to be believed) counted as one of those occasions. ...And why wasn’t her wrist wrapped up, or swollen, discolored? He frowned, confused for a second.

Shifter. Great. Perfect. Exactly what they needed right now, with a demon invasion going on, was a bunch of friggin’ shapeshifters on the loose. His frown turned into a glare, and he leveled the gun he’d borrowed from someone around here on her, “Nice try. Not good enough, though.”

[ooc: Yup, Ash doesn't know about Cissie. GOOD TIMES. Carry on.