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[to_rebel]

I fail to see how any part of this can be considered a good idea. [Pause] Though you aren't killing me again. [Yet.] I suppose there's that to be grateful for. [He sounds a little less than grateful. A lot less than grateful.] If, perhaps, I regain some of my abilities as a result, then it may be worth the trouble. The fact that you can't guarantee that yet does not put me at ease.

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[suaveleather]

Oh? There is a chance you will gain something out of this?

[to_rebel]

Not this event in particular, but I can see her planning. [Her planning is never pretty.]

[suaveleather]

That is never a good thing.

[to_rebel]

No, it is not. Her plans, when they come to fruition, are rarely pleasant.

[suaveleather]

So I have seen, my friend. In that our mundanes are similar. I am a fan of many things which blur the line between pain and pleasure yet this does not appeal to me.

[to_rebel]

Blurring the... ? [Actually, no. You know what? He doesn't want to know. Forget he was even mildly inquisitive.] Yours is a bad influence on mine. [Or maybe it's the other way around.] Perhaps they should be separated.

[suaveleather]

It would be best for all involved. [Smirk.] Speaking of bad influences perhaps some time we should meet for drinks? We could show off our battle scars so to speak.

[to_rebel]

I will drink, but I will not show off my scars. [Literal Cas is literal.]

[suaveleather]

After enough drinks I beg to differ, my handsome comrade.

[to_rebel]

[Just this look. Hey, he picked up on the innuendo. Be proud.]

[suaveleather]

[Wink. Can't blame him for trying.]

[to_rebel]

[Sigh.] The Roadhouse is open every day.

[suaveleather]

That sounds like an invitation. I look forward to it.

[to_rebel]

It was an invitation. [Pause] For drinks.

[suaveleather]

[Shrug.]

I will take what I can get.

[to_rebel]

Then I will see you soon enough.

[fromfryingpantofire]

I wish I could say the 'not killing' bit about my mun.

[to_rebel]

She's limited herself to one death a month. I'm still uncertain as to whether she means one total or one per character. I could still die once every fourth month -- or once every month, depending.

[Pause.] ... Don't die this time. [Again. Because if he has to lug your literal dead-weight through a cave, he may just lay down and die himself. Or snap and go on a rampage. He's not sure which.

... It doesn't help that his mun is laughing at the image.]

[fromfryingpantofire]

I'll take the 'once every four months', if I were you. Or...well, it could be longer, honestly. Given that she's thrown others of her muses into this plot...

[Sam shakes his head.] I'm not planning to die. But...well, these things don't always work out that way.

[Of course, now his mun is laughing at that image as well.]

[to_rebel]

Yes. But I'm the only one she's killed twice. [He's rather hoping that some of that sadism gets poured on Spike. Mal's not so bad, but Spike? Spike needs silenced sometimes.]

Indeed they don't. [He's worried now, thanks.]

[Mun laughs. Sam, why such a moose? Cas can't carry you very effectively, you know.]

[fromfryingpantofire]

[But! But Cas will have Anna with him! She can help!]

[Sam is a massive moose. Maybe just...really hurt, then.]

I've only died once. Since I came to the Underworld. I'd love to keep that record.

[to_rebel]

[Either way and with or without the help, Cas will get him out of that cave. It will happen.]

That would be a record to be kept. [He remembers that one all too well.]