cape_kore | 1st Drink | Video

[Her face is a mass of scrapes and cuts. One is still seeping down the side of her face. Her right eye swells shut even as she stares at the thing on her wrist. The swelling eye has broken blood vessels and there's blood - some hers - all over her.

Behind her, the sun is slowly setting, turning everything golden and red. Two colors that she never wants to see ever again.

She can’t quite believe where the hell she’s at, or what’s going on.

The voice hadn't been helpful. If she is here, where is Jo? Dirty tear streaks are visible. But she's not crying now. She's just tired. And hurt.

Whispy blonde hairs fly off of her shoulder as the wind tugs them away. Her hand appears in the frame, covered in blood with broken nails and dirt ground into the skin. It’s also shaking. She uses the back to shove her hair out of her face. All that does is open a soft scab on her forehead, making it bleed more.]

If this is heaven, I ain’t impressed. Where the hell is my daughter?

[OOC: She has just gone through an explosion and looks it. Yes, she has some pretty horrible looking injuries (from her app: Nails in her arms (4), some deep cuts, a mild concussion, blown out eardrum, her right eye will have destroyed blood vessels in it, cracked collarbone, bruises (all over), scratches, a few first degree flash burns, splinters that will have to work their way out; nothing is life threatening, but it will need medical attention, and time. All of it will heal, given time.) but all will, eventually heal. Anyone that wants to come bully her is welcome. Medical personnel is doubly welcome.]

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You don't want to go to Heaven. Trust me on that.

Stay where you are and don't sleep. There are medics around somewhere. Someone will find you. [He'd actually be willing to help, himself. It's a testament to his innate sense of compassion that even as a Leviathan he feels some pity for a stranger.

Still, he's not help now. He's just a monster.]

So someone told me once.

[Castiel? She thinks, maybe. Or maybe it was one of the many nightmares that plagued her before Carthage.]

You know where I can get some supplies. Not looking forward to a sawbones working on me. I've patched up worse.

Pharmacy, maybe. Toward the center of town. Near the bar.

Bar and pharmacy. Two best places for me right now.

I'm Ellen.

[But she's going to be stumbling, looking for those places because damn a drink would be nice right about now.]

Heheh. Good luck with that. [Oh, he'd love a drink! If only.]

I'm Balthazar. Stay away from the woods, and watch out for vampires.

Balthazar?

[Why does she know that name? It takes her a minute, and she has to stop because things are starting to hurt that she hadn't realized were hurt.]

Feather brigade?

[It's the only thing that makes sense.]

Occasionally. Not today. There's been some alteration of physical form the past few days. I'm not friendly right now.

[Another snort turns into a coughing fit.]

Never noticed the friendliness from your side anyway.

I don't think you and I have met though. All angels aren't alike.

[He's forgotten, for the moment, that he was trying to keep the angel part quiet. Maybe it doesn't matter. Better that than to be remembered as the guy that turned into a Leviathan.]

We haven't. Just in general. Dean wasn't wrong when he called them a bag of feathered dicks.

[She's just going to sit on the fountain remains for a little bit.]

Thank you for sharing your opinion. I'll be sure to pass it along to the management.

Good luck not dying.

[The audio clicks off. On a better day, he might laugh and agree that angels are dicks.

Today is not a good day, and she's already snapped the thread of his limited patience. Perhaps they can try again when she's not injured and he's not a Leviathan.]

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