A reservation for Distant Skies? (finding a voice)

[wishuponastar]

I... see.

You want to include me in this... game. I suppose there are worse ideas, seeing as I am still on the run. I find myself curious at the prospect. It could even be... exciting.

Just remember: I'm neither the shy, sweet human girl nor the radiant, fearless angel. I'm... both. You had reasons for picking this account name for me, just remember them. I can smile and smite, okay?

Plus, I'm a readhead. You appreciate that. So relax, stop being so anxious. Breathe. Have a little faith.

No, the irony isn't lost on me at all. I just wanted you to smile.

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[wishuponastar]

You could humour me.

[malleusmaleficarum]

Well, I could always say Lilith "convinced" me to do it in that way that's so uniquely her. Or I could say it's in Sam's best interests. Neither's really lying, at least.

[wishuponastar]

I was... going to attempt to end it all, you know. Go back. Kill Sam before he was born. [She simply waits for Ruby's reaction then, a calm expression on her face. Her hand twitches a little]

[malleusmaleficarum]

[Ruby nods with feigned belief.]

RIght. 'Cause that one time Dean traveled back in time to stop Azazel really worked out so well.

[Ruby smiles with a small laugh.]

You'd probably just terrify their parents into screwing or somethin' and totally defeat the purpose.

[wishuponastar]

Desperate times. You should know that torture goes a long way. I imagine it would have failed spectacularly. But it seemed a better idea than running, at the time.

[malleusmaleficarum]

Aw, well, at least we have something in common now. Maybe this time we can braid each other's hair.

[wishuponastar]

Only if we tie your braids with pink ribbons, Ruby.

[malleusmaleficarum]

What? You don't think I'm in touch with my feminine side enough or somethin'?

Shoulda seen the last body I was in with Sam & Dean.

[wishuponastar]

And why is that?

[malleusmaleficarum]

Bottle-blond, former cheerleader, skinnier than a damn pole...y'know, the standard cliches. Not usually my type, gotta admit.

[wishuponastar]

So in between you being dark and curvy, Sam being frekishly tall and the Morning Star being... well... his usual self. What is your type?

[malleusmaleficarum]

Whoa, whoa, the Morning Star? [Ruby furrows her brow.] Lucifer? Honey, you're confused. That'd be like me saying God's your type. Which, I mean, wouldn't surprise me with the rest of the dysfunctional issues you got goin' on, but...

[wishuponastar]

[Anna blushes, looks down and raises her hands, a little flustered] No, no. No. Just. No. Dysfunctional or not, we are family. Just. No. Really.

[malleusmaleficarum]

If you say so.

[wishuponastar]

Ruby! [Anna actually gasps at this, blushing.] We should... get back to talking about you, I think. Maybe. Definitely.

[malleusmaleficarum]

[Ruby looks to the side for a moment as though she's trying to think before giving a little shrug.]

Don't see what needs talking about. You already know all my dirty little secrets. Unless you're gonna give me some big speech about how I need to be punished for being such a bad girl.

[wishuponastar]

You're a demon. You... betrayed Sam and Dean, in the end. But. I don't know. You betrayed the Winchesters where I came from, and you died for it. You still being here in this... world... means you have not done it, yet. [Anna frowns a little, trying to figure out a complicated puzzle] This is a very complicated situation, isn't it?

[malleusmaleficarum]

[Ruby chooses not to acknowledge dying although for a brief moment there is a look of disbelief in her eyes. Her plans were so certain. Just how could that have happened? Instead, she just rolls her eyes.]

Whatever gave you that impression, Anna?