Loft above Luke's, Tuesday evening

[lovemykilt]

"For the last time, Stevesie," Priestly said, scooping the red panda off the kitchen island counter. "No red pandas on the counters. Or green ones. Or any other color the island might decide to turn you to thwart me."

Stevesie looked unimpressed, and immediately started scaling his way back up the counter, after the bowlfuls of sliced pear and crumbled topping.

"I can't make a pie if you eat all the ingredients first," Priestly pointed out, bodily blocking the red panda's route. "Go bother Dean or something."

[ooc: all my other characters got to post today, I had to. Open to the roommate or anyone who might stop by!]

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"I dunno, could be useful," Priestly said with put-on casualness. In all honesty, he was both fascinated by that pile of weapons and terrified by them. "You know they say having a gun just makes you more likely to get shot, right?"

Said the guy who'd been shot up with arrows more than once, without ever even touching a bow.

[6buckstohisname.livejournal.com]

Dean shot him a look for that. "My line of work, gunshots are the least of your concern."

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"What exactly is your line of work?"

[6buckstohisname.livejournal.com]

"You said you knew that other me," Dean replied.

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"We went to high school together. And there was that one weekend where I was his alternate personality, but then the whole Winchester family was, like, a corporate monarchy with a feud against the Skywalkers or something."

[6buckstohisname.livejournal.com]

"What?" They were just lucky the Starks hadn't destroyed them both. "This place is freakin' weird."

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"I thought that was firmly established, by now."

[6buckstohisname.livejournal.com]

Beyond weird, man.

"So, you know about zombies and all that crap." As evident from the crappy ass dungeon adventures. "Where I'm from there's a lot more than just that running around. And, when they start killing people, folks like me show up to put them down."

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"Huh." Priestly nodded, looking somewhat impressed. "You get paid for that, or are you, like, vigilante crime fighters for the monster set?"

Did he wear spandex and a cape? WHERE WAS HIS UTILITY BELT?

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"The second one," Dean replied, looking down the barrel of the gun carefully. "Not exactly a tax paying job."

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"Do you have codenames?" Look, Priestly knew from vigilante crimefighting, okay? There were particular ways this worked.

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"No." God, Priestly. "I have fake IDs and a can do attitude."

And a crippling amount of emotional scars.

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"Genius back-up?" Priestly tried. Dinah had Alfred and Barbara, after all, and Momoko had her professor.

[6buckstohisname.livejournal.com]

Well. There was Bobby.

"This isn't a cartoon," Dean pointed out slowly. "We find a case, we work the case, we kill some evil monster, we move on to the next one."

That might explain the drinking. And paranoia. And weird sleeping habits.

"You're either good at it or you're dead at it."

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Priestly rolled his eyes. "Dude, some of my best friends are vigilante crimefighters. There's a system that helps keep them from being dead at it." So there. "How do you 'work the case' then?"

[6buckstohisname.livejournal.com]

If he was talking about the few friends of Priestly's that Dean had met... yikes.

"You see what you're dealing with. Animal, mineral, vegetable."

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Just because they were tiny and excitable didn't mean they couldn't fight crime.

"There a lot of monstrous vegetables in your world?"

[6buckstohisname.livejournal.com]

They were adorable. Adorable never survived in Dean's world.

"There was a pagan god that ate people for a good apple harvest," Dean said after a moment. The apple pie there had not been worth killing for. Just, you know, FYI.

[lovemykilt]

"Was it made of apples?"

[6buckstohisname.livejournal.com]

"No, it looked like a fugly scarecrow."

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Priestly considered that for a moment. "Yeah, I guess that'd count as a vegetable monster. Stuffed with straw and all."

[6buckstohisname.livejournal.com]

Damn straight it did. "Yeah, gods. They suck."

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"Can't say I've ever been a fan," said he of the really terrible biblical first name. "How do stop a god? Ask it politely to stop eating people for good apples?"

[6buckstohisname.livejournal.com]

"Hell no, we burned the orchard down." LIKE A BOSS.

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". . . Good system," Priestly admitted.

He was a fan of solutions that involved fire.