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voice. a quick sad post.

Who: Sam Winchester
Broadcast: fleetwide
Action: Red Fish
When: after a sad shuffle :C

[Sam's very much subdued the day that Dean vanishes. If he reacts more viscerally to it, to knowing that this Dean was returning to his inevitable death at Sam and satan's own hands, nobody'd know it — he closes himself up in his room, keeps himself distant for a little while. It helps, because it also gets him away from those damned echoes that have begun to snowball. He's tried his best to ignore them, and with Dean suddenly gone... he doesn't trust himself to be anything but stressed at the sight.

Anyway. Um. Best to move forward, right...? Get back into things. Working at the bar keeps his mind busy, as does helping with the garden, and there's also helping with the weird messages from the planet, and — dammit, Sam, get back into things. Fake it 'til you make it. This too shall pass, if you pretend hard enough that you're fine. So he breathes in deep, breathes out, and addresses the fleet.]

My brother, Dean, um. Dean Winchester's left the fleet. I wasn't sure how many people knew him, but...

[A pause.]

Anyone want to talk? I could use something to keep me occupied. Your choice of topic, just shoot. I can be a pretty good listener, too.

[Help me get out of this funk, huh.]

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[He smiles sympathetically.]

That can make them last longer as a peaceful ghost, but...

[Usually, you'll turn into something horrible. Or forget who you are.]

I've seen ghosts do some incredible things. Not all of them bad. But I like to think... that being at rest is easier for them. It's got to be exhausting, fighting to stay who you are.

Well, don't most move one when their loved ones join them?

[He doesn't sound overly confident. More hopeful.]

Usually. Problem is they have a hard time waiting, so they try to murder them.

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... The thought is there.

Ohhh... Well. That's not good.

[Maybe not understatement of the year, but maybe month?]

Good thing there are people like you out there helping to put ghosts to rest. You know, before showing up here I probably would have never believed in ghosts.

No? You never wondered if some people linger after death?

[He smiles a bit, humored and interested - it's always fun to get everyone's opinions on things he's spent his whole life staying quiet on.]

I've heard heh-hehehe, ghost stories from people of haunted places back home, but I've stayed in some of those houses and haven't been haunted. I always had the idea that when people died they would automatically go meet their loved ones in a land of angels of some sort.

[It's what Rem believed at least so Vash believes it as well.]

[Sam's smile turns fond.]

Pretty close, where I'm from. There is a heaven - ran by angels.

I know it's crazy to believe, but I actually got to see old friends who passed. It's not the worst place to be, Heaven; kind of too quiet sometimes, but... not so bad. I won't be too bummed about dying if I get a ticket punched there on the way out.

Edited 2017-01-07 12:05 (UTC)

R-really? You did? [He doesn't look like he's doubting or anything. More excited than anything.] I don't know, I think it being too quiet sounds pretty nice to me. That's what I'd like at least, a nice quiet and peaceful life. [More so if he could spend that life quietly with Rem.]

I'm glad you were able to see your friend again. I'm assuming that getting to see people after they've passed away isn't something that normally happens then?

[Sam could just mean that most people he's spoken too on the fleet would find it hard to believe. Or it's rare in his world as well.]

[He chuckles, shaking his head.]

Not normally, no. It's all a... perk of the job?

[Granted, having so much death in their lives is because of the job.]

You have people you'd like to see again, huh?

[Vash smiles softly and if he could see the echo next to him he would have probably pointed to Rem. In response the echo smiles with a soft: "Oh Vash," as she starts hum. "I miss you too."]

Yeah, there's a few people I hope I'll be able to see once more in the end. [Although he's not sure he deserves to be in the same place someone as perfect as Rem has gone.] Although I think just about everyone has people they'd like to see again.

Getting to see them again early doesn't sound like too bad of a job perk.

[He smiles back.]

... It's not, you're right.

[... Don't be nosy. Don't be nosy. Don't talk about it -- ]

And. Um. I kind of... see things around people, lately.

I guess you could call it some kind of power.

See things around people? [Vash isn't sure what Sam means.] Like, an aura or something?

[That's something a paranormal investigator might have. Or at least sounds like something they might have.]

Erm... No. Like - images of things. Mostly from their lives.

Things that mean a lot in some way, you know?

[How to say this gently...]

Really? And you said this only just started? This isn't something you had back home?

[...]

[There's a reason he's bringing it up.]

Wait, can you see something from my life?

Whatever it is, it's probably not my fault.

No, no, it's not... anything bad.

[He hesitates, hand up. Surrender.

Might as well go for it.]

It's a woman.

A woman? Oh! Is she short and looks like she shouts a lot? [As he starts from recent memory.]

Actually, she's got long dark hair.

... She, uh. She seems very kind.

Edited 2017-01-17 10:23 (UTC)

Long. Dark... [Again thinking recently.] Oh! Milly! I bet it's Milly! Brown, dark hair? Big, giant grin on her face?

[There's a laugh and an amused shake of her head from Rem. Maybe to help give Sam more of a hint to give or maybe she usually just starts to sing. Either way ~~she starts to sing.]~~

Black hair.

[He looks at the ghost -- the echo -- and thins his lips.]

She likes to sing.

[The suddenly change in attitude may, or may not, come to a surprise to Sam. Vash goes from smiles and amusement to suddenly quiet and slightly pale.]

...Rem?

[Vash speaks under his breath. More to himself, well aware that name means nothing to Sam. Although the echo nods and gives Vash a hug that he cannot feel.]

Ah, um-- [He clears his throat.] Is- aah, is she, well-- does she have a necklace? A long narrow piece that's yellow with a blue fin at the top?

[Yes she is.]

Yeah.

[He tries not to pay attention to the echo. But, uh. It's hard.]

It's not -- a ghost, though. It's just... an image. It's not real.

...uh, Sorry.

[Well Vash is certainly trying to pay attention to the echo he can't see. Looking left-right, up-down, any direction he can think of to try to see her.]

Sh- she's not? But you can see her? So she's here, isn't she? Where is she?

[Sam seemed to sincere to be pulling a really terrible joke on him.]

At your right.

[He shakes his head, regretting this whole thing immediately.]

I see her because... she meant a lot to you.

But she's not really here, Vash. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything.

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