Muse is... resigned.

[ellen_harvelle]

Time for me to go huh? That didn't take long.

Nah, don't worry about it. Not your fault. It happens.

But, if I go out, at least let me shoot one of the hellhounds, huh? I've been looking forward to that.

... Just one. The big one. Being able to shoot that bitch Meg would be nice, too, but I'd settle for just one of the hellhounds.

Thanks for the fun, though. It was fun while it lasted.

... And no, I don't think switching me to another game is the solution. So, just stop thinking that.

Comments

[low_key_angel]

Atta girl. Take 'em all down if you can.

You were always my favorite BAMF.

[ellen_harvelle]

If I was allowed to, I'd blow everyone of those bitches sky high.

Again.

Mundane says I'm not allowed.

[likestevemcqueen]

I hear muns aren't too good with the listening.

[ellen_harvelle]

This one isn't too bad. Hasn't blown me up, or gotten me shot. Or anything else.

[low_key_angel]

If anyone could, you'd be the one to do it. Nobody screws with Ellen Harvelle and stays standing.

Kinda why you were my favorite.

[likestevemcqueen]

Well that's good. That's really good.

[ellen_harvelle]

... What do you want?

[Because angels don't butter her up unless they WANT something.]

[ellen_harvelle]

I should add a 'yet' onto that. She seems determined I 'go out with a bang'.

[likestevemcqueen]

That does sound rather ominous.

[ellen_harvelle]

As long as I get to kill a few hellhounds? It's worth it. Be just like home.

i've been so fail in regards to her, i'm so so sorry :c

[failedparenting]

We'll all miss you, El. You're the only one that knows how to run a damn bar

[ellen_harvelle]

The lady behind the keyboard's tired, she says. She's got a few issues and no one to talk them out with. So, what else am I gonna do?

She hasn't put her foot down yet, so don't count me out too quick. Folks start talking to her, and she might keep me around.

[failedparenting]

Maybe you just need to get your ass out there. I think you're what they're calling a cougar, nowadays.

[No, no, he kids. Please don't kill him. Please.]

I could use a bounty hunting partner, you know.

[ellen_harvelle]

... I'm gonna forget you said that, Winchester. Because I'm a nice person.

I'm more comfortable runnin' the bar, you know that. Besides, I might be workin' at the bounty bar. If she keeps me around. If not, she's lettin' me blow a few hellhounds up when I go.

[failedparenting]

[Hah, victory.]

I hope you do. I'm still looking for a new place to go after work. Some place with good taste in music and shit taste in everything else.

If not...I'd pay good money to see those fucking things go up in flames.

[ellen_harvelle]

[Don't abuse her good nature, John.]

I'll make sure to sell you ringside seats.

[failedparenting]

[But it's fun and pretty much the only amusement he ever gets.]

As long as you're not going up with them, I'd like that.

[He's seen one too many Harvelle die already.]

[ellen_harvelle]

Talk to the lady behind the keyboard. I'm just dancing to her tune, apparently.

[notyourpromdate]

Sorry to hear you had to go, but your right, changing to another game probably won't fix things.

[ellen_harvelle]

Woman behind the keyboard is tryin' one last hurrah for me.

If you were there, this'd be easier. I'd just drag you along with me.

[notyourpromdate]

True enough, don't think I wouldn't try to put up some kind of a fight though.

It happens, mine has tried and failed with me a couple of times, it's not her fault though, she's too busy most of the time to keep up, and you know me, I don't like not knowing everythin' that's goin' on.

[ellen_harvelle]

Fight all you want, Singer. At least I'd have someone to talk to.

She knows everythin' that going on, is the problem. I'm just not allowed to know it. Frustrating to say the least.

[notyourpromdate]

I always was at least good for that. Mun says if you feel like you need me that much she might be interested in some 'Museboxin' whatever the hell that is.

Ain't no fun when they keep stuff from us, especially when we end up findin' out on our own.