cape_kore | first shot → video → day 103

[ It's fairly early when Allison poses her question to the network. Not obnoxiously so, just a little earlier than most would expect a teenager to be up of her own accord. She's already been for a run and there's a little evidence to show as much. She's just a little puffed, breathing returning to it's normal rate, and the clothes she's scavenged from the house aren't an ideal fit, but they're still closer to gym gear than the dress she'd arrived in (thanks scientists). Her hair is piled up in a loose bun on the top of her head, cheeks still just a little flushed, and she's only just at the door. She really should go inside and get herself sorted first, but network etiquette 101 is escaping her right now - and besides, the question is important.

There's a friendly smile at least, and for a moment she just eyes the feed a little, unsure of how to start. Finally it comes with a light clear of her throat and a sheepish look at the device on her wrist. ]

So I really hope this thing is working, or I'm going to look like an idiot. [ She laughs, a little awkward, and moves to sit down on the porch. The video jerks in response to the movement, but settles again once she does. ] I just have a quick question, nothing too taxing I promise.

[ She glances away for a second, a little stuck for how to pose the question without sounding like she's up to something, but finally just decides to bite the bullet. Everyone needs to defend themselves, right? That sea monster sure proved that. ]

I'm looking for a bow. Mine got...left behind, I guess, and I'd just- I'd feel a lot more comfortable if I had one. If anyone knows where there might be something like that around town or...God, even if you know how to make one, I'd really appreciate the pointers.

[ She pauses again, all awkward awkward Allison, and she's about to add something else.

Unfortunately at that point, the feed cuts out. Or perhaps fortunately, for the people listening. At that rate, they were going to be there all day. ]

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[ There's a little knowing smirk there, briefly. She knows what's up there, Dean, it's okay. She doesn't speak Latin either, she'll leave that to Lydia. ]

Honestly, that suits me perfectly. Deer's all I want to hunt right now. [ Allison raises a hand to the back of her neck, rubbing slightly at the top of her neck as she tilts her head, and she inspects Dean for a moment. It's...really quite fascinating to her. Sure, it makes sense that there's other hunters, but meeting one outside of the family?

It's...kind of really cool, actually. ]

Vampires though, demons, ghosts? That stuff is all out there too? [ It's hard to believe, but not impossible. After all, there had been no such thing as werewolves in Allison's life only a year ago, and now look where she is. ] And you hunt it?

[ Dean's familiarish sort of not really with Latin; it's his French that's nonexistent unless you're talking about threesomes. Good, though, he's glad they're moving on from the vocab lesson. He can see it in her look, though the question really makes it all clear to him; she's interested in getting to know him, know what he does, and he can dig that. It's good to find out you aren't alone. ]

That's right. These days mostly I'm after demons, but when I started out it was a good mix. Demigods are a big pain in the ass. Always some random special tree root dipped in some kinda animal blood, stake 'em in the heart or the kidney or something stupidly specific.

[ And if that answer isn't a clear sign that her family really do deal with an incredibly niche market of supernatural beings out there, she doesn't know what is. ]

Tree roots dipped in blood? That's...far more complicated than we deal with. Cutting in half does the trick, decapitation. ..Fire. [ Yeah, that one sure does it too. Just ask Resident Argent Victim Derek Hale. She's more than happy to keep listening though, taking a slight step closer as she speaks again. ]

The worst we've had in Beacon Hills is a kanima, nothing close to that bad. Honestly, I didn't even know there was anything else.

[ That gets his attention. She's gotta be new, but how can her family not know this stuff? How can this not have been passed down to her? He's relieved that maybe her training has been just that -- all training, minimal field work, especially if all she's run into are werewolves. Dean's not even sure he's ran into that many werewolves in his day; other kinds of shifters, sure, they were super annoying. ]

Maybe you'll luck out and there won't be. We may not be from the same universe, or whatever. I don't think I've run across a kanima, either, but -- [ He's heard that before. ]

Hey... Are you friends with J-- Lydia?

Same universe? [ She frowns, because that's seriously not an easy concept to grasp. She isn't the sci-fi nerd of the group, like at all. She couldn't even tell you the difference between star trek and star wars, so to say it's flying over her head is definitely an understatement. Still, she nods along despite being so thrown, because he's got to know what he's talking about, right?

And then he drops the "J-- Lydia" bomb ~~what were you going to say there dean does allison have to punch someone~~ and she frowns a little more before raising an eyebrow. ]

...Yeah. She's from back home, one of- well, my best friend. [ She shrugs, still obviously confused. ] Do you know her?

Oh, have you not gotten the universe speech? Yeah, all that alternate universe stuff's true. Not everyone here is from the same place. Can't be because some people have like, comic book superhero style stuff, but I don't have any of that where I come from. Some people are aliens or something too.

[ Be smooth, Dean, be smooth. Act like there's nothing for her to be raising her eyebrow about and there won't be. Come on, casual face... Casual face... He's totally nailing it. ]

Yeah, she's been here a little while. Have you run into her yet? She'll be glad to see you.

Time skips, sure, but definitely not universes. God, I can handle squids but not science fiction.

[ Allison laughs. Honestly, it's about the only reaction she can muster, because how else exactly is she supposed to deal with 'superhero alien' stuff? It's that little tidbit that gets her more than anything else here, and for a moment her head kind of spins as she processes that bit of information - and promptly chooses to try and avoid overthinking it too much. Now is not the time for a headache after all. ]

Yeah, yeah I have. Wish she wasn't here but...it's really nice to see a familiar face. [ That is the worst casual face she's ever seen, and that brow just arches a little more as she looks at him before adding in a slightly more edgy tone. ] How do you know her?

[ Laughing's a good way to handle it; hell, he laughed his way through a lot of the shit that happened in his life, until there got to a point where there wasn't much to laugh about anymore. Hell does that. Still, sea monsters can be pretty hilarious, when they're not killing good guys like Wallie. He smiles along with her, sympathizing. He remembers when this stuff was new and weird to him; simpler times.

Uh oh, did he piss her off with the Lydia thing? Be cool, Dean, be cool. Brush it off. ]

Just seen her around. It's a small place. And um. She told me some things about your home. I didn't realize you were one of her friends.

first shot → video → day 103

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