dear_mun | definitely not looking for games, no sir.

Something against the supernatural?

[Says the Demon.]

[you're not looking too good there, sir. he visibly stiffens up, obviously uncomfortable and trying so very hard not to stare, but he doesn't break eye contact. call it politeness.]

We aren't on very good terms.

[It's the mask right? Everyone is so prejudiced against the mask.]

Maybe you should apologize for not calling it after dinner.

My apologies and my manners tend to be reserved for things who don't make a habit of trying to murder me.

You probably did something to deserve it.

That's been my experience anyway.

One tends to pay the price for curiosity one way or another, I suppose.

You must have some interesting stories to tell if that's the case.

Tons of them.

Maybe things wouldn't try to kill you if you didn't go meddling and waking them up. Just a thought.

How fortunate for you.

[firmly:] Perhaps I would not if they did not prove themselves time and again to be a danger to innocent people.

You humans are far worse to each other than any supernatural thing could ever dream of. All the sick fucks in the world? That'd be because of people. Not anything else.

[the sad thing is, he really can't disagree. the men he's arrested back in New York weren't driven to murder and steal because they were being controlled by ghosts. greed and hate are far bigger motivators than the supernatural could ever be.

still...]

Murder is still murder regardless of who - or what - commits it. People are not excused for it no matter what their justification may be. Are you saying a ghost or demon should be? [and wow, does that sound ridiculous, but still. straight face here.]

[That's one point for the Demon!]

No. Just reminding you of something everyone seems to forget.

Though.. justification counts for a lot. You don't think killing the guy who skins people for fun is a little different than killing some poor bum on the street?

[he shakes his head, testily.]

Only by depravity. In New York, that counts for very little, unless you suppose it means something to be the talk of the town briefly until the next - creative - killer comes along.

I know some people that would be hard to top.

[SKX comes to mind.]

Killing one guy who killed a whole bunch of guys to stop him from killing a whole bunch more seems like an acceptable compromise.

[Oh wait. That's how SKX started.]

... Or not.

Supernatural? [Here is Victor, tucking his dog behind him so that this guy cannot see him because the way he talks...maybe he'd think sparky was supernatural?] There's only science. Fact, and reason.

[now that's what he likes to hear. Ichabod offers the boy a polite nod, smiling faintly.]

Indeed. Behind every illusion, there is always an explanation.

Are you a scientist sir?

I am. You sound as if you've an interest in that area as well.

[also trying to be subtle in his attempts at peeking over Victor's shoulder. whatchu hiding back there, boy????]

[Sparky trots around with a tail wag...or tries to as Victor pushes him aside gently.]

Yes sir. I want to either make movies or be a scientist. Preferrably both.

[Ichabod quirks a brow, catching sight of Sparky's boney looking tail wagging behind Victor's leg. color him all shades of curious now.]

What are movies?

[Victor sees that quirk man. He folds his hands] Moving pictures? Monster movies...uh...

visual stories being told on screen. Really fast photography.

Pictures that...move? [his naturally wide eyes seem to get a little bigger at that.] Is it supposed to be a form of entertainment, like watching a play?

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[Victor nods...and out comes sparky jumping over Victor's foot to amble past and say hello. He doesn't smell, but he is clearly a thick little creature and are those stitches? All across his back?]

...yeah it - sparky! Sparky no!

[it isn't difficult to see that Victor's hiding an animal (really, how easy do you suppose it would be to conceal a hyperactive, roly poly dog when you're such a small, skinny boy?) but Ichabod wasn't expecting...this. it takes him by surprise and he takes an instinctive step back, biting down a high pitched gasp that still manages to worm its way out as a muffled nnh!.

guess he just isn't a dog person, huh.]

...U-Um. Hello...? Aren't you a little - [a beat.] ...Thing.

[Sparky is indeed a thing! His tail wags and there's a brief spark of electricity.]

...This is Sparky. He's not a thing. [Sparky looks affronted for a moment. ( He's totally a thing. Victor is made of lies) before he heads over to tail wag at the stranger, ears perked.] He's my dog.

[Never mind that he's...well...Dead.]

Buddy, nobody wants to deal with 'supernatural calamities'. That's why they're called calamities.

Someone's still gotta do it.

I cannot argue with that, but still, that someone should be a person who is actually...

[he pauses in mid-gesture, trying to think of the right word.]

...Suited to handling these creatures. Up until recently, the only murderers I've contended with have been human. Ghosts are an entirely new area for me.

Yeah? [He gives you a once-over.] Seem to have come through it alright.

[Civvies who have a run-in with a ghost don't generally live to see the next day. And when they do, they usually don't stay civvies. Knowing about the supernatural means the supernatural knows about you. Smart thing to do is to learn the skill set to deal with that.]

You had any help?

[that would depend on your definition, he's almost tempted to say. sure, he came out of it alive and was able to stop the Horseman from murdering Katrina, but that doesn't make it any less of a close call. if he had been quicker in his deductions, he could have saved more lives.]

From two others, yes. We ended up deducing that the spirit was being controlled by witchcraft and worked together to lay it to rest and bring the true murderer to justice.

[Oh, civvies. You're with it enough to complain. That's having come through it just fine.]

[That, though, that gets a face. Ew.]

Witches, too? Man, witches. They're just gross. [Brr.]

Quite a whammy for your first time, though. I take it the other two were hunters? [Because if not, he wants to know what your secret civvie superpower is. And possibly recruit you.]

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Only the evil ones. The ones who dabble in white magic are rare, but... [he seems to falter just for an instant and...is he blushing? naaaah.] ...Still quite pleasant.

[but see, that next question, that gets a headtilt out of him.]

Excuse me?

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Ain't never met a witch who fit that description. Witchcraft's witchcraft. [It's always nasty, and ends badly for everyone involved.]

[Excuse you what? Oh.] Hunters. Y'know. People who are "suited". [Have some airquotes. It's a habit he picked up from a friend, don't judge.] To deal with the supernatural.

[Though hey. Considering your accent and your clothes, they might not be called hunters wherever you're from.] Where'd all of this go down, then?

As I said, rare. But that does not make the idea of using magic for good impossible, does it?

- Oh! I see now. No, they weren't anything like that at all. One was a young boy, the other was the daughter of a prominent farmer.

[hey, from his perspective, you're the strange one. still, he's nothing if not a consummate professional.] A farming town north of the Hudson Highlands - Sleepy Hollow. I don't suppose you've heard of it.

[Hah. He snorts.] You'll learn. [There is no such thing as using magic for good. But whatever, he doesn't want to go into that with a perfect stranger.]

[That gets a surprised eyebrow-raise. A kid and a farm girl, and you—whatever you are—taking care of a witch controlling a ghost? You must've gotten damn lucky. His brow creases in a frown as you continue.]

Sleepy Hollow? Isn't that the thing with the horseman and the— [He makes a gesture indicating decapitation.] That was somewhere in Europe, though. Not the state of New York. [He may not have a high school diploma, but when it comes to American folk tales, he's pretty on the up and up. Tim Burton films, on the other hand, not so much.]

Mh. [just as well, this conversation is starting to unnerve him. if this man is this disapproving of magic, even white magic (and goodness knows he must have his reasons; if he does, Ichabod certainly won't begrudge him considering all he's experienced so far), letting it slip that he has a very close relationship with a woman who might very well be a witch would be very...awkward. don't even get him started on his mother either.]

Yes, the murders. So you have heard of it, to a degree. [he resists the urge to roll his eyes and instead sighs.] But Europe? Really? I'm afraid you've been misinformed. It is most definitely in New York; whether or not there are still people living there, though, is another matter altogether.

[Yeah, you probably shouldn't share that with Dean. Not that Dean doesn't have his own close connections to supernatural creatures, or at least one supernatural creature. Dean also has no problems being a hypocrite, though. Whatever, man. Angels are a different story.]

Huh. [He could've sworn that the ghost was Dutch, in that story. What's a Dutch ghost doing in New York?] And it was, like. Proper headless horseman? Sword 'n horse 'n everything? [Ghosts, man. Sons of bitches when they're after you, but Dean has to admit that as far as supernatural entities go, ghosts make for the best spooky stories.] How'd you go about it? Gank the witch, ghost went poof? Or did you still have to salt and burn the horseman?

As proper as a murderous spirit from Hell can be, I suppose. And it was mainly an axe - a very, very big axe. [wow, if every "Hunter" is like this guy, he should really just stick with being a constable. yeesh.]

She was using his skull to control him. To break the spell, we simply had to take the skull and return it to him. He disappeared soon after and...so did she. [he looks ill just thinking about it. just another memory he'd like to stay suppressed, thank you very much.] ...At any rate, we did not need to destroy his corpse. I doubt we would find it if we were to return anyway.

[not like he ever plans on going back to those woods anyway. nope, nope, noooope.]

[An axe, huh. Eyebrows go up; axes are more of a bastard than swords to fight against. Swords take some actual skill to handle; any idiot can do a lot of damage with an axe, as long as it's big enough.]

[Narrows his eyes as you tell the story, frown deepening the more he hears. Purses his lips after you finish.] So—you let the witch get away, and you didn't burn the bones? [His face smoothes out and he lets out a laugh, shakes his head a little.] Wow. Well, I s'pose for a first time, getting out alive's good enough.

[Looking you up and down. You probably have no idea how lucky you got.] Where'd you say this place was again? [Since if you left an evil witch and a headless horseman spirit running around, he should probably go up there and see if everything's in the green with that town. Besides, headless horseman. He's gone further for less.]

[The fact that you're from an entirely different time than he is hasn't really registered. Whatever, witches are nastily resilient. It's not like 100 years would be a long time for one to sit out.]

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[um excuse you rude]

I'm positive she's dead. I saw the body myself. [a beat.] What was left of it, I should say.

[he doesn't like that look you're giving him. this looks like the start of something whimsical and he doesn't like it one bit.]

Why are you so curious? You haven't even told me your name yet. I think it would be rude to involve yourself in a constable's business without giving me that much.

[Um excuse him, you said the witch 'disappeared', not 'died bloody'. Witches disappearing most often means they're about to reappear. Usually pissed. But hey, if she's dead, good. One down, ten million to go.]

[Hah. You're offended. And you're a constable. My, my. He never could have guessed. He'll give you a schmooze-mocking smile and hold out a hand.]

My bad. I'm Dean. Hunter of ghosts, werewolves, witches, and any other sons of bitches getting supernatural all over normal people's lives. [Eyebrows. That explanation enough for his curiosity? He'd say so.] And you are?

[look, it's complicated. can he very say that all that's left of her is her hand? this already sounds absolutely ridiculous as it is. who knows where the rest of her body is.]

Ichabod Crane. [Dean gets +1 handshake BUT HE HAS HIS EYES ON YOU, MISTER. you're quite the character and that's not always necessarily a good thing.] That's...a very impressive collection. Do you get paid for your services, or is this just your way of paying your dues to society?

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[Yeah, Dean would have questions about that, though possibly not the kind of questions you'd expect. It's just that 'a tree ate her' isn't the same as 'she died'. Who knows what happens to people who get eaten by trees. Or if trees can get indigestion and spit out whoever they ate. Alive. Ready to summon more spirits and raise more hell. Right now, he's assuming the witch got torn to shreds, possibly by her own axe-wielding spirit. Probably best to leave it at that.]

[Hah, Ichabod. Way to go for the bullseye.] Who said I had any dues to society? [Have another fake smile, though this time it's a little more bitter-awkward. Time for a change of topic.]

Ichabod. What is that, French?

[you're not getting off the hook that easily. he shakes his head, cheeks slightly flushed.] Forgive me if that sounded presumptuous. Whatever your reasons are, I'm sure they are sound.

...I believe it's Biblical. What sort of name is Dean?

[If you want to talk about this, you're going to have to adopt Dean's approach and ask a direct question. As long as he can, Dean will just be evasive.]

A normal sorta name. I was named after my grandma. [. . .] Whose name was Deanna. [Not Dean. Obviously.]

Ichabod's kinda long, isn't it? You got a nickname? [If not, he's just gonna start calling you Iggy.]

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Word of advice, mate? [ though, for the record, you're getting a mild side-eye from the pirate amidst the sway to his stance. your face. oddly reminds him of someone. ]

They aren't very good at that whole listening bit; or perhaps they're too good as our scribes- mundanes - [ a brief beat. ] Munnie-what-have-yous seem to typically do the opposite of what is asked.

[ He rocks back slightly on one foot, mouth turn to a light, lopsided smirk. ] Then, best bet to avoid your before-mentioned supernatural calamities would then be to request them, savvy?

I, personally, am not sure you've had enough yet.

definitely not looking for games, no sir.

You're a beautiful person for this.

;A;

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Oh my goodness you and Victor. My heart.

heheheheh

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UGH THIS THREAD.

what a pair of qts, right?

OMG YES.

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s-sorry jack voice is rusty but i couldn't resist ; o ;

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