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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[6buckstohisname.livejournal.com]

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

And a crippling amount of emotional scars.

[lovemykilt]

"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.

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"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.

[6buckstohisname.livejournal.com]

"If it works, it works."

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"Right, so we've got pagan harvest gods for vegetable, and animal is easy. What kind of minerals you have to fight?"

[6buckstohisname.livejournal.com]

"Demons." See, he was prepared now. "They leave behind sulfur when they're around."

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"Yeah, but are they made of sulfur?" Okay, now he was just being a brat. "Alright, how do you fight a demon?"

[6buckstohisname.livejournal.com]

Dean flipped him off. "Holy water, exorcisms, salt... there are ways."

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"Salt."

Sorry, Dean. That one got you a deeply skeptical look.

[6buckstohisname.livejournal.com]

"It's a natural purifier," Dean shot back. "Like fire. Old shit."

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"What kind of salt?" Priestly asked. "Sea salt? Kosher? Do bath salts work?"

[6buckstohisname.livejournal.com]

"If it's salt, it works," Dean replied, picking up one of the shotgun shells. "Works on ghosts too."

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"You shoot ghosts," Priestly said. "With salt." He shook his head. "I mean, I know it's basically magic in cooking, but so is balsamic vinegar. Which I'm guessing doesn't do anything but make ghosts and demons hungry."

[6buckstohisname.livejournal.com]

"Demon's more likely to try and gut you." Thanks for that, Dean.