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Video / Action. Soulless Sam's My Soulless Jam

Who: Soulless Sam and you!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: SS Bloodsport, a bar on one of them warmer planets, Iskaulit, etc.
When: Feb. 22nd and around that time. Let me know if you have any specific ideas for a thread at

simpledog! :)

... Listen here really closely, buddy, because I'm really not in the mood for parlor tricks — whoever this is, whatever spell or enchantment you've got going on here, it's not going to last forever. Fairy, djinn, trickster, you name it: everyone knows space is off-limits whackytown and nobody's taking you seriously. I'm not interested in shaking any green little alien hands, but I'm more than happy to go back to that pretty blue and green sphere they call Earth.

Don't make me start trying to speak E.T. today, or I'll be pissed.

[... Sam, you okay, buddy?

The people about the SS Bloodsport will certainly be surprised to find Sam's kind of confused, hand on his gun at his hip. Careful not to spook him, he might pull the damn thing and aim it at you with little concern over who the hell you are.

Clearly, someone has been... backdated, so to speak, by a glitch. What may not be more obvious to the naked eye is what he's been glitched back to — that is... soulless. Yep, Sam's soulless at the moment, which means a few things: one, emotions are kind of a difficult landmine; two, the things that made Sam Sam may be shaken loose or gone altogether; three, he has no filter; four, he has no conscience. But hey, as long as you're not trying to kill him or you're not in his way during a hunt or something, you'll be juuust fine.

Though, anyone who can sense souls or life may notice the lack of something distinctly human there.

I mean, he's human. But he's also missing something, yanno?

The sex drive is super intact, don't you worry. That's why when he stops by the bar on the nearest planet after doing some manual labor there, he's more than content to sneak glances at pretty ladies when nobody is looking — just before smooth-talking his way into their little black books. In fact, he may just be hitting on a Drift Fleeter, because he has no clue who the hell anyone is, and the more human you look, the better — more preferable. Hey, he's all for trying new things, but banging the more obvious aliens is still a tentative eyebrow raise. Regardless, soulless or not, he's more than happy to be a gentleman, because a happy bedfellow is a happy Winchester.

... At this point he's accepted (with the most skeptical grimace ever) the idea that he's really in space. So. You know.

Might as well work with it. It's not like he feels one way or another about it, other than thinking it's kind of ridiculous]

[He can also be found on the Iskaulit, working out. Looking super fly.

... Like, what do you want from me, he's from Supernatural. There's gratuitous work-out gifs. It's a requirement with soulless Sam.

Though — he does also look a bit younger in the face. Maybe just a little...? A few years?]

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[She also rolls her eyes.]

Are all humans so stupid and unimaginative? No, I'm not like your stupid little peons that take over the bodies of humans and try to rule the world. I'm a seraph, but it's more like... What is it that you said before you got broken....

[She makes a show of thinking of the word.]

A Zanna, I think. And if you're stupid enough to think you can do anything to me, don't.

And if you're stupid enough to do anything to me on a ship full of pacifistic hero-types, right back at you.

[He's not stupid despite contrary seraph belief; any injuries or death caused around here isn't particularly taken lightly. Nobody wants to be the bad guy unless they're the bad guy, huh? He gives pause.]

Zanna doesn't ring a bell.

But I've heard heard I'm behind a few years.

I don't have to do anything to you. Humans have a habit of doing enough harm to themselves.

[She gives him a smile.]

Besides, not everyone here is as much of a pacifist as you seem to think they are. And some of them even happen to like me. For some reason.

[It's like they almost think Edna does friends.

But his reply is interesting.]

Hm, this must be something the Atroma are responsible for, you being so broken. I wonder how they managed to make you a spiritual null.

[... Ugh. He puts his hands on his hips, looking displeased.]

Not pacifistic — just smarter about causing unneeded problems for themselves.

... How can you tell? Do you see it or something? Do you have a spiritual dog nose?

[She's bored. Space is boring. Keeping humans on their toes is at least marginally less boring.]

No, moron. I'm a being of pure spiritual energy. And humans either give off malevolence or they have some sort of resonance. You're doing neither. Of course, the fact that you can see me right now only means that the Atroma are jerks who like to screw around with the natural order of things.

So, basically, I can see your stupid, puny human body, but it's empty.

[Dammit, he hates perceptive freakazoids.]

Yeah, well, I misplaced something a while ago. Maybe it'll turn up at the lost and found.

[Maybe he should avoid mirrors then.]

I don't think that's likely to happen. Of course, it might amuse whomever the Atroma answer to, so keep a look out.

Right, right. This Atroma group.

... Hard to believe with all the types of people on board that nobody's cracked their hideaway. [It doesn't sound like a smartass remark, just a neutral and curious observation. He can't help but wonder. Obviously, this kid has a lot of power. And surely there are plenty of others with that sort of power here, huh? But not a single step successful toward catching these guys, or...?] They ever actually say what they wanted?

[Other than a soul. I guess.]

[She doesn't even bother responding to the first comment. It's been hashed and rehashed over and over for as long as Edna can tell and she's not about to drag that corpse out to play.]

They want us to entertain them. And if we get "high ratings", they give us more credit to buy things on the planets and waystations we sometimes get docked on.

[Some of these words are still foreign to the seraph, but she's getting used to them as time goes by.]

And I think they enjoy torturing us for the "sponsors".

... I mean, I like the high ratings incentive. They've got that going for them.

[This Sam is someone who doesn't mind getting a little rewarded for services, you know?]

Have they turned any torturing eyes at you, then?

[Or do you usually just watch other people suffer.]

I preferred the way I made gald back on my own world. Getting rid of annoyances was easier and more lucrative.

[Edna would rather not have her life splashed in front of everyone's eyes for pittance.]

They brought me here, but you and I are hardly unique in being played with, human. And just because you're broken now doesn't mean you'll stay that way. They'll get bored.

[the fuck is gald]

When you say broken, are you saying you just feel something's off, or do you actually know the issue?

[He's curious. Cas didn't exactly see it, he had to give his lack of soul a little love-squeeze.]

[Dafuq is dollars, Sam? Money is money.

She looks at him, face blank but mind racing as she reaches out to see what it is that she senses completely.

There's still nothing.]

You're missing a vital part of you. Your soul, I think is what humans call it. It's gone.

[.................... well fuck]

Alright then. Your soul sensor is working great.

[This is awkward; how do you talk about soullessness with someone outside of your brother or weird angel?]

And yours isn't.

[Well, one super-powered nonhuman is like the others, right? Not really, but let's go with that.]

What does it feel like?

[Usually he's just an asshole, but he decides to humor her. For a second.]

... Like... Nothing. I guess.

I don't care about anything or anyone — and sometimes it feels wrong, but sometimes it feels great.

Like nothing. Hm.

[She wonders for half a minute what it would feel like to feel nothing. She always feels things, even if she ignores them and acts like they doesn't bother her.]

Why does it feel wrong to feel nothing? Do you mean morally wrong? Does it mean it strikes some sort of memory of what you should and should be doing? OR do you actually care?

Oh, no, I don't care even remotely. You could kick a puppy into space and I'd probably be impressed at the distance. Or something. [In his Sam brain, kicking a puppy is like, a sin bigger than any other murder.] But I have all my memories. So — I have the memories of caring. Or being sad. Or whatever.

I just... don't feel it. Anymore. Which, you know. Not the worst thing in the world.

[He knows there's an empty chasm inside him, but... Not feeling, it isn't so bad, either.]

Puppies are overrated. Dogs in general are overrated.

[Of course, Edna doesn't really mind them, but she doesn't hate them like Mikleo or revere them like Dezel. They're just there. Like rain or birds.]

I agree. There are worse things than feeling nothing. At least you're trying to fake it, I guess.

Yeah, I don't really care about dogs much, either. I mean, they're alright.

Good for sniffing out whatever you need them to find.

[This is anarchy, Sam Winchester is a lover of dogs, how dare he.]

And I agree. I mean, I was into this whole 'regaining my soul' thing, but now that I'm really thinking on it... Is it really that smart of an idea? I'm better off like this, especially if it means not being a walking trauma billboard or something.

You know what else is good for that? Little brothers.

[Yep, she doesn't need dogs. She's got Meebo.]

I dunno. You seemed fine before when I spoke to you. A little too sugary, but I'm used to that by now.

[Ugh. He wrinkles his nose.]

There's plenty else wrong with the old Sam. But thanks, I guess.

Honestly, it's probably for the best I lose the sugary crap anyway.

[She only tortures her brothers sometime. It's her job as their sister.]

I never said there wasn't anything wrong with him. Just that I could deal with him. Even the sugary stuff has a place. Not everyone can have my cheery disposition, after all.

[The world would end if everyone was like Edna. Through murders.]

Huh. You're pretty self-aware. I'm impressed.

[Not everyone can admit to that sort of thing. Soulless can. But he's soulless, so.]

I ought to be. I'm older than I look.

[She might not be soulless, but she's over 2 millennia and then some. She actually takes pride in knowing herself as well as she does.]

It helps when I want to be morally superior to idiots.

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