Voicetesting an old muse

[ownpath]

Hey, I'm all for you takin' be from before that whole hell thing, back when me and Sammy still had a good thing going. I'm ready to get back into the game, to kick some demon ass.

But, um, yeah, first... let's do some more icons. Those are fun.

Comments

So sorry about her.

[bloodcursedseer]

You mean there was a time before that? [Sorry Dean she only knows post hell Uncle... well post hell and a few demon versions. Don't mind the fact one hand is behind her back for the moment trying to decide if he's a threat or not.]

No worries =D

[ownpath]

[Ditto. Somebody he doesn't recognize but seems to know him.]

There was a lot of time before that. Not sayin' it was rainbows and sunshine but it was had 100% less hell in it.

[bloodcursedseer]

[She chuckled a little letting her hand fall from behind her.]

Rainbows and sunshine ain't all it's cracked up to be. Though wouldn't know about Hell yet. Haven't been that way yet, Dad would have my ass if I ever did fall that way.

[ownpath]

Your Dad's a smart man. He a hunter?

[bloodcursedseer]

[She nodded.] Like his Dad before him.

He an' my uncle work together, sometimes we go with them. [She holds out her hand.] Joyce Campbell. [Yeah one of her fake names but she's going to try to be nice to this Dean for a bit.]

[ownpath]

Campbell, huh? I wondered how you knew about all of that, guess I know now. Somethin' you wanna tell me?

[bloodcursedseer]

Oh? Guess you know gramps then. Ya on good or bad terms with him?

[She smiles] And currently? Nope just seeing what that little off shoot of the family's like. If you'd rather I back off it's cool.

[ownpath]

Been better. [Bad.]

[He sizes her up. So far, family was a very hit and miss but she seemed okay. So far.] Nah. I guess you know the name's Dean.

[bloodcursedseer]

Sounds about right for my branch.

[She nods] I know about you and Sam. Gotta say, I'm impressed with what I've heard. You two are a hell of a lot tougher than you look if even half the stories I've heard are true.

[ownpath]

Since I already look pretty damn tough, I'll take that as a compliment.

What about you? I can't believe there's still a family of Campbell's out there huntin' and I haven't heard of them.

[bloodcursedseer]

You look like a pretty boy dressing up like daddy, but a bit more bad ass, but hey I've been around Hunters my whole life.

Not much to tell. Mom and Pops hid me an' my twin best they could having us live with mom's sister. We got into the job because a shifter came to our high school. By the time Dad and our uncle got there... Colt had busted ribs and I had a busted up arm. The shifter was dead but it was a messy kill. After that Dad made us promise not to hunt until after college at least. He was big on us getting some schooling that didn't come from dusty ol' books and linvin' on the road.

[ownpath]

[He points a finger at the screen.]

Hey, collared shirts and suburbs says 'dad'. Not an awesome leather jacket and my baby.

So, that, uh, worked? The whole college instead of hunting thing? Seems like it's hard to walk away from the life, after you get pulled in.

[bloodcursedseer]

Really I wouldn't know my Dad didn't even own a polo shirt as far as I know.

Fuck no it didn't. Not when you have a brother who loved the job. I was trying to, but we went to school in New York and he just had to play weekend ghosthunter. It's why I had to drop school. They don't allow you to dance with a broken leg.

And for the record, there are no alligators in the sewers. Or ninja turtles, Colt was upset about that.

[ownpath]

[Was his grin serious?]

Sure you looked hard enough?

[bloodcursedseer]

Feel free to look yourself I ain' wadin' through them again. Was bad enough going down there in shorts the first time. [She shudders]

Missed my date too I swear if it wouldn't have hurt me I would have killed my brother for it. But then Uncle Dean would have had my ass for goin dark side like his bro... [oops she hadn't meant to go there.]

[ownpath]

Whoa, whoa, back up there a second. Uncle Dean?

[bloodcursedseer]

Real name's Cassandra Winchester okay. Yeah, Sam's pops. Like in the future.

[She leans back against the wall.] The rest of it was true though. I did try the whole normal thing. Lasted two years. Looks like it's just not something in our cards, and really whomever dealt our cards needs to get ganked because they're clearly stackin' the deck.

[ownpath]

Sweetheart, I've heard a lot of things but that's a first. You want me to believe Sam gets hitched and has baby Winchesters?

[bloodcursedseer]

He never married mom. [She laughs a little] Let's just say it's Aunt Trin's fault kinda. Trin's a witch, only kinda new agey, all herbals and potions. She made a love potion for a client for his and his wife's honeymoon. Well Dad and mom accidently took it and none months later we showed up.

Hell he didn't even know we existed until we were about nine, and that's because Mom disappeared on a hunt and Trin couldn't get a hold of your grandfather, got Sam instead.

[ownpath]

[His arms cross.]

Prove it.

[bloodcursedseer]

[Cassie grinned a moment.] You hummed enter sandman to me and my brother when we had nightmares on road trips in the impala. [She reached behind her for the knife she kept there.] And why else would I have this? [She held out Ruby's knife, hilt first towards him.]

Colt took his nickname from the gun which he won't let out of his possession. [She knew dean would be a harder sell than Sam. Always is.]

[monsterbait]

Yeah, you know, my mun has been thinking of doing the same thing. [ Thankfully... ] I guess ignorance is bliss.

[ownpath]

One less bitch from hell is a win in my book. [Though one less Cass would be an obvious draw back.]. Gotta deal with Yellow Eyes but we smoked him once, we can do it again.

[monsterbait]

Can't say I disagree. [ Even if that was one twisted series of events in and of itself. ] He's been wandering around here a lot recently.

[ownpath]

Yeah? And where's here?

[monsterbait]

Here. You know, this place? Where you can talk to all sorts of people whether you want to or not?

[ownpath]

It's like those chat programs you always play around on, huh, Sammy? [Cause surely that's what he does when he's on the computer all the time. He has to be talking to chicks somewhere.] You must feel right at home.

[monsterbait]

[ Most chicks online are actually dudes, Dean. He'll let you figure that one out on your own, though. ]

You think this is for fun?

[ownpath]

[That will be a hard lesson.]

What? Come on, it's a little bit fun. This internet thing, you can use it for stuff besides research and porn. It's awesome.

[monsterbait]

[ Time to set him up on Omegle. ]

Yeah, you can, but you won't.

[ownpath]

[Sounds like a food you cook with eggs. He doesn't want to go to a cooking site.]

Do you know how many girls give you their myface page instead of phone numbers?

Besides, found you, didn't I?

[monsterbait]

[ You're really not going to like what's for breakfast. ]

MySpace. Or Facebook. They're not the same thing. [ Welcome to the future, Dean! ]

I think it was more the other way around.

[ownpath]

Yeah, yeah, details.

So, this mun person of yours. What's she thinkin' about exactly?

[monsterbait]

Dude, if you're getting MySpace pages, then they're probably...night workers or something. No one uses it anymore.

She just sent me a pretty, uh...questionable place, I guess. I was kind of hoping for something different. Maybe I'll get a second chance somewhere else, too.

What about yours?