16th Wave

Mar. 23rd, 2014 04:51 pm
tentacruelest: ([human] may I interject)
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So it would appear that your Capt. William Bush is not the lazy, rotten imbecile he'd have yeh believe. When push comes to shove, he gets his job done. I'm done with the damned Barge for good. Hang the lot of yeh, I don't care. As far as I'm concerned, you all deserve each other.

An' the next one of yeh who wants to mention tentacles to my face, I warn yeh that aye; I have regained the strength enough to kill a man in one blow.

I'll see this ship out to the end of the month and be on my way at earliest convenience.


[Private to Sylvanas]

My lady, I didnae expect this to be so soon. I won't trouble you for forgiveness. Ask anything of me and it will be done.

[Private to Dean]

Winchester. I expect you're purring like a cat right now.

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Date: 2014-03-27 03:20 am (UTC)
surfaceshine: (Eyes of Truth)
From: [personal profile] surfaceshine
No one belongs here. This is a crossroads.

[Which he says with a quiet sound that is almost a laugh; ironic, really. Philosophers might be on to something. But he cuts a look back to Jones finally, measuring in a way few enough would suspect him of.]

Can you win?

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Date: 2014-03-27 03:26 am (UTC)
surfaceshine: (Lipbite)
From: [personal profile] surfaceshine
Alright, I don't know what any of that means? But I'll wish you luck and call it a day, for now.

But if you need backup, it's here. I'm sure I ain't the only one.


...though diplomacy ain't exactly my strong suit.

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Date: 2014-03-27 03:47 am (UTC)
surfaceshine: (Partnership)
From: [personal profile] surfaceshine
[A muscle in Dean's jaw jumps, but he doesn't argue despite the way the dismissal sits heavy in his gut. I'm not afraid of dying, he doesn't say. Half a hundred men, he wants to say, and how many of them loyal?

But recklessness and loyalty's all Dean's got - in spades, but still - and Jones may very well have a faithful lieutenant awaiting him back on his ship, so he shuts up and tries to think of another way to say goodbye. That's when Jones produces the pouch and the hunter glances at it, then reaches to take it.

He turns it comfortably but carefully in one hand, glancing up and then back down before beginning to go about opening it.
]

You know I don't smoke, right? [Much. Anymore. Whatever.]

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Date: 2014-04-04 03:00 am (UTC)
surfaceshine: (Intent)
From: [personal profile] surfaceshine
[Dean realizes approximately .5 seconds from Jones saying anything at all that he's holding a goddamn gris gris bag. The recognition sparks across his eyes immediately in front of the kind of intent curiosity that is normally extremely well hidden in the hunter, careful not to tilt the contents out of the pouch lest it dick with the magic of it, but eying the contents critically nonetheless. Davy answers his question before he can work it out for himself.

Dean, in turn, goes still except the motion of his thumb turning one of the shells carefully over with the pouch between his skin and the contents; then he glances up, squinting.
]

You make this?

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Date: 2014-04-14 12:42 am (UTC)
surfaceshine: (Salt and Burn)
From: [personal profile] surfaceshine
[He doesn't notice. His attention is back on the bag, carefully folding the contents back into it, winding the cord exactly as he unwound it.]

Yeah, I'd heard that. Hunters, too, but I'd bet we have more proof to back it up.

[He rubs the faint scar bisecting his right eyebrow with a thumb completely unconsciously, a fidget and a tell both, and then glances up again.]

Thanks. For Sam, too - he's always reminding me of that time this selkie almost did for me. Doesn't seem to care that it wasn't even s'pposed to be there, or I'd've...

Anyway. Thanks.

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Date: 2014-04-15 03:40 am (UTC)
surfaceshine: (Smirking Smile)
From: [personal profile] surfaceshine
Oh, it wasn't me doing the taunting...

[But this is a space-filling mutter, insincere and vague. He's distracted by whatever's going on across from him and, when he realizes, the strange feeling of discomfort lodged under his ribcage. The crawling feeling that something bad is about to happen.

He smirks, shrugging with an elaborate, seamless motion of his eyes and face more than his shoulder, but doesn't comment further. It's awkward enough without saying thanks, without pressing for more.
]

I uh. Brought something for you, too. Probably less useful, but I wouldn't wanna start a new trend now, huh?

[The pouch disappears into his jacket pocket with his hand, but doesn't qithdraw it again just yet.]

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Date: 2014-05-07 05:21 am (UTC)
surfaceshine: (Every Traveler Please Come Home)
From: [personal profile] surfaceshine
Yeah, yeah, don't look so surprised.

[It's a stalling mutter because he suddenly feels stupid. It's not actually that uncommon a feeling for Dean, but this level of acuity is unusual, and he still can't figure out why. Well. He can, but he's not willing to let it be that.

He shrugs - get on with it, Deano - pulling the pocket knife out of his pocket, and holds it out to Jones.
]

At the very least maybe you can throw it at someone.

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Date: 2014-05-07 04:52 pm (UTC)
surfaceshine: (Hold On Hope)
From: [personal profile] surfaceshine
[It doesn't look like much of a knife, not until Dean points out where the blade is folded in. Beside it, concealed in the handle, are several other tools which the hunter doesn't even realize until it's already done that he probably won't have use for, where he's going. He's pretty sure it's a couple centuries before the advent of the Philips screw.

Oh well. He shakes his head.
]

No, but that ain't much good for knife fights anyway. It's for getting outta tight spots.

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Date: 2014-05-07 05:17 pm (UTC)
surfaceshine: (Please Stop)
From: [personal profile] surfaceshine
That's what I'm hoping.

[He folds the last piece out and then steps back, relinquishing it completely to Jones.

Which means there's not much left to do or say, so he nods. A moment later, a crooked grin sprouts where a frown tried to take hold.
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Try not to need it.

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Date: 2014-05-07 05:48 pm (UTC)
surfaceshine: (A Sharp Tool)
From: [personal profile] surfaceshine
Don't I always?

[This with the characteristic cockiness, but underneath Davy's hand, Dean's shoulders straighten reflexively; thoughtlessly he makes himself more solid, more steady.

He raises his chin, slightly, and claps a hand over the other man's wrist for just a moment.
]

You too, huh?

Don't come back here.

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Date: 2014-05-12 12:00 am (UTC)
surfaceshine: (Side-Eye Smile)
From: [personal profile] surfaceshine
[Dean doesn't linger long; he doesn't let himself. It's easy with him here in front of him to commit to that, patting the Captain's arm once and then dropping his hand away.

He wants to say something else, something stupid and needy, but even he can recognize that it's misplaced. Unnecessary and unwelcome. So instead he grins -
] Aren't I always? [- and steps back.

It won't be easier, later. Tomorrow. The day after. Dean will miss him, he'll worry, but ultimately there's nothing more he can do. He has his own people to look after. So does Davy.

He tips the man a wink, and turns to go.
]

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