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Who: natalie goodman
Broadcast: yes
Action: she'll be on the planet and the pathstone if anyone wants action!
When: 6/27

so i passed out for like literally a week and apparently woke up in hell because i went to check out this new place and everyone keeps trying to hold my hand

question 1: why

question 2: what did i do to deserve this

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I never said you weren't.

[and here we are. She steps aside and makes an overly grand gesture] Please, step into my office.

First the gimp joke, then it only escalates.

[walking inside and glancing around]

Nice digs.

I told you I was going to do it.

[she follows in, tugging the door shut, and rounds to go sit at her desk. She immediately kicks her heels up on it]

I've never had an office before, but it's pretty decent.

[taking a seat on whatever couch it has to offer]

Comfortable enough. In terms of what we talked about before... What've you got? I'm sure the viewers at home want to know.

[she leans over to open a drawer, pulling out the alcohol she said she had and puts it on the desk]

Oh, I get to go first? You might wanna buckle in, kiddo.

I wait with baited breath and all.

Well, I should probably give some context first.

[she sits up straight and leans forward, eyes flickering over to all black with a half-smirk] I'm a demon. Nothing good comes with that, I'm afraid.

[and they flicker back to normal]

Huh.

[glancing at her eyes with interest, but she doesn't seem upset or anything like that]

Do you at least get neat powers?

I have all sorts of fun tricks up my sleeve.

But anyway. [she leans back in her chair, getting comfortable] There are two people here I have history with. I've tried to kill them, they've tried to kill me, we've played on the same team - we've had so many fun times.

Not as interesting without the names, honestly. Spill.

Sam and Dean Winchester. Our resident hunters - that I know of. For all I know, there's more hiding in the woodwork.

...Sam? Somehow it wouldn't surprise me that he's a demon hunter.

[she hums out an amused noise]

He hunts everything that goes bump in the night. I just happen to be one of the things.

Huh. Well, hopefully he didn't actually murder you?

Oh no, someone else managed that. [she says, as if she didn't practically sacrifice herself] But he's tried, more than once. Years ago, of course.

Dang. Sorry about the whole getting murdered thing. That always sucks.

[she says knowingly]

That's what I get for trying to do the good thing for once. [she doesn't sound too put out by it] Why? Are you apart of the dead back home club too? We really should have meetings.

[no they shouldn't]

Not dead back home, more like "got sent to a world where slaughter was a common pastime" between my home and this world. It's been like two or three times not counting the frequent maimings? I'm over it either way.

How about you, just the once?

Are you sure you weren't sent to Hell? Because that sounds a little bit like Hell.

Me? Just the once. Though I was exorcised once - didn't kill me, but it sent me right back downstairs for a while.

Hell is sure one name for it. Not gonna dispute that.

Ouch. Exorcism's gotta suck no matter what.

Torturing and maiming and all of that are pasttimes downstairs. That's how you get demons.

It hurt like a bitch, that's for sure.

You get demons by torturing someone?

Sucks. I'm guessing Advil didn't cut it?

Edited 2016-06-30 02:45 (UTC)

Without getting too technical, sure, it's one way. Torture a human soul long enough and bam - demon. [a gesture]

Nope. But I crawled my way back out eventually.

They get so fed up they go through some weird spiritual transformation or something?

Something like that.