Post by anomaly on Feb 6, 2016 7:30:16 GMT
CLAIRE:
It was one of those kind of days where she internally felt off; it was her trying to be okay, yet, nothing felt okay. So, instead of staying at the main cabin with Donna and the twins, she decided to sneak off – claiming that Castiel had told her to check something out for him.
Instead, she was in the woods, far away from the main cabin, tucked deep. She dropped down, seated against an overturned log, tilting her head upwards to study the rays filtering through the branches. Everything was quiet, save for the usual cacophony of birds.
Maybe she should convince Donna and Jody to build something out here just for her.
It’d be nice.
ASHE:
He thankfully had gotten himself tucked back in before he heard the birds stirring a bit at the girl walking about. "Fuckin..." He mutters as the blade drops to the ground that he had attached to his belt, having been getting some practice throwing it before nature called.
He picks up the knife, thankfully not where he'd been marking his territory and snaps it back into the sheath he'd found for it. Well, broken flashlight more than a sheath.
"Aren't you a little far from the cabin, little girl?" He fumbles around a bit, searching his jacket pockets for his cigarettes, then gets one out and lights it.
"Thought they didn't like people straying too far away."
CLAIRE:
She tensed up when she heard someone else in the woods, jumping up from her seat, a hand going to her hip for the knife she always carried with her. When she saw who it was, her hand slipped away from her hip and scowled at him.
“First of all, don’t go around berating people,” she made a face as she moved to drop back down in her little spot near the log.
“Oh, I just said I had things to do.” She shrugged, “they’re not the boss of me.” A pause, she rushed on, “besides, they’re busy with the twins.” She flashed a grin, then studied him, “what the hell are you doing out here?”
ASHE:
He watches her jump up, raising a brow as the smoke floated up from his cigarette. "Berating people is a lot less than what I used to do, normally I find someone just sneaking around I put a bullet in them. I guess I'm lightening up in my old age." He shakes his head, ashing a bit of his cigarette, then looks over at the tree he'd been using to test the blade. "I could have sworn they were the boss of you kids. And...from what I hear the twins can be a handful." He ponders a bit, "I'm tapping the trees to see if there's any syrup." He shakes his head a bit, not wanting the word of his knife getting out just yet.
CLAIRE:
“You know that Donna would string you up in a tree if you shot me,” she flashed him a grin. “Do you need that kind of crazy on you?” She rolled her eyes as he said that they were the boss. “I’m almost old enough to buy my own booze, “ okay, in a couple more years, but that wasn’t the point. “I think I’m able to take care of myself.”
Okay, so she almost got beat up pretty bad on the hunt before the last one.
“So, whatever.” She rolled her shoulders, then laughed, “they’re sweet, one’s pretty quiet. But they’re kids,” she frowned. “I don’t do well with little kids.” She looked at him, “like you don’t do well with people.”
She got up and brushed her legs off, “well, aren’t we so sweet?” She studied the tree.
ASHE:
He chuckles softly, flicking a bit more ash from his cigarette. "Donna'd probably be more pissed off at how I'd handle healin ya if I did shoot you.." He rubs his hands together. "I'm sure she wouldn't be one of the overly faithful when I'd lay hands on you to pull the life back into the flesh bag your skeleton's living in." He shakes his head.
He puts his finger in one of the holes his knife left in the tree, then shakes his head. "Sweet doesn't last nearly long enough nowadays. I kinda miss the days when I could look around and see simple innocence...as opposed to fuckin shitheads beating the shit out of the homeless on the streets." He shakes his head.
"And ta think I once wanted the whole kids and family thing."
CLAIRE:
She squinted at him, “none of the whole `the power of Christ compels you!` stuff.” A shake of her head, “I don’t think we should work on healing me,” she paused, “so you heal?” She lifted her eyebrows, “what the fuck, man?” She paused, “did you do the whole evangelist route?” She hoped he didn’t, because if he did, she’d lose respect for hi.
It kinda was nice to have someone just as jaded as her.
She ran a hand through her hair, studying him. “You’re so…” She searched for words, “positive.” She grinned, “why are YOU out here?” She crossed her arms.
“Oh no, no kids and family. None of that lasts.” She shook her head, something dark flitted through her eyes.
ASHE:
He watches the kid and chuckles a bit, "The whole 'power of Christ compels you' is more for exorcisms...and sounds a lot better than 'Dad days get the fuck out of my room'. As for healing, it tends to take faith...and a fuckload of energy. Healing hurts like a bitch...for both parties. It's just one person taking their life and force feeding it into the other." He takes a long drag from his cigarette, then turns it around and sets it in the hole in the tree before pulling out another to light from it.
"I sure the hell don't want to try bringing someone from the dead. God knows I've got enough scars already...mental and physical." He shakes his head. He pinches the head off the old cigarette and crushes it out, pocketing the butt.
Then he glances back at her for a moment, "I'm here, because for some damn reason, I felt compelled to find this place. I could tell you what lead me here, but it'd probably have to censor it. Naaaa, I'd just tell ya."
CLAIRE:
She paused, laughing at him, a shake of her head. “Well, there’s that whole latin shit too,” she grinned at him, an amused little look settling on her face. “So no Evangelism, good. You’re not a sell-out, I guess I can handle that.” She lifted her eyebrows, “yet no love for the environment. Tree huggers are gonna kill you.”
She nodded her head, “that’s why we’re all here, we’re a little messed up,” she crinkled her nose. “Some of us more than others,” she pointed at him, “you’re pretty messed up. I mean, you were a …” She paused, “is this okay to talk about?” She gestured a bit to the neck, imitating the collar.
“And please don’t tell me, I’d rather keep some innocence,” she flashed him a grin. “Wanna walk and talk, or is that too weird?”
ASHE:
"There's shitloads of latin... which is fun, because most people can't understand a thing you're saying. I swear I said 'Tempore noster in caelo, numquid placet, saltem obtinere irrumabo pariunt vastata primus ex corpore meo?' at a demon once and he just looked at me cross-eyed for a moment. Then I just shot the fucker and said time's up."
He looks back at the tree, then chuckles, "It'll survive. This entire forest could catch fire and the trees would just come back." He grins, taking another drag. "Yeah, you can talk about it...and technically, I still am. It's not like they've completely disowned me...and most still call me father when we talk. Even Stephen back in town can't bring himself to just call me Ashe...and I've known him since he was an alterboy."
He nods, then motions back towards the cabins. "Yeah, we can walk... I've got a while before I need to get back to my...current project."
CLAIRE:
She held her hands up, “I only know a little bit of it, Jody said not to touch demons and such just yet.” She rolled her eyes, as if she was asking him if he could believe it. Then again, she was still fumbling a little bit – so it did make sense; Claire wouldn’t admit it. “Did you shoot him with a..” She snapped her fingers, trying to remember what she could use.
Great, now she looked like an idiot, some color dusting her cheeks as she looked down at her feet.
Then she looked up, “the trees would come back way later, this doesn’t work. We have to hide, remember?” She grinned, a shake of her head, “wait, you know the priest at the church?” She blinked, “Donna insists I should go to the services, but…” she made a face, “no offense.” She tucked her hands into her pockets, “why aren’t you at a church, and all that then?”
She nodded, starting to walk toward the cabin with him.
ASHE:
He shrugs a bit, "Yeah, demons are typically bad to touch... then again, so are some angels. Generally, it's not a bad time to just keep your hands to yourself, honestly." He continues walking with her, "I shot him with a gun... one of these." He opens his jacket a bit to show her his angels, the twin semi autos holstered underneath, then continues walking.
"Silver, lead, salt, holy water... hell, I do any more ammo production and this place would be set for a year...if people actually hit their targets. You ever seem smoke coming from my little shack that isn't white...I'm making ammo." or other weapons
He continues watching her, "This area...for some reason is protected. It's been warded a long time from what I could see. Natural markers...a few of them." He remembers his research from his map...the place demon blood didn't touch.
"Everyone should go to a sermon or two... Father Sinclair's got the spirit...preaches pretty well. Hell, go for the free food... he's usually got a meal cooked and waiting afterwards."
He continues walking, glancing skyward for a moment, then lets out another long trail of smoke curl upwards from his lips. "Some are called to spread the word...others are called to action. After I trained my replacement for my church and knew it was in good hands, I started...well, went back to hunting."
CLAIRE:
Claire looked at him with a blank look for a moment with that joke before nodding her head to show she got it. “You know what I mean,” she said with some exasperation. She looked at the guns, “oh hey, you have two. I should have one,” she grinned, knowing he wouldn’t give it to her, even Dean thought she had been insane when she asked.
Claire lifted her eyebrows at him, “well, makes sense why the brothers and Castiel chose this place,” she grinned. “They don’t just do random shit for the fun of it. Well. Dean does, but that’s not the point.” Her eyes scanned the trees, “at least some of us can find some peace here.” The grin shifted into a soft smile, she rolled her shoulders, enough of the mushy stuff. “So you make ammo,” she studied him, “better not blow us all up.”
She listened to him talk about Sinclair, giving a slow nod, “right, free food.” She wasn’t sold, it would be difficult to sell her on faith, it was something she wasn’t ever going to try getting back. She fell silent, walking with him, then chuckled, “what got you into hunting?”
ASHE:
"Not one of these...maybe one of the ones from my trunk." He chuckles a bit, "And get to keep it after you learn how to shoot." He continues towards the cabin, looking up ahead a bit more for any activity outside, then back to her. "I haven't blown up a building for at least a few months...and that was just to take something else down." He looks around, "A little piece is nice... peace isn't bad either." He looks over to his roadrunner when they get close enough.
"So...The Scooby gang around here is against you having a gun yet. Kind of a shame..." He looks around, then chuckles a bit. "I might get you one of my older ones." He motions for her to follow. "I got into hunting after something I saw when I was a kid. Something no one should ever see. Something that makes Game of Thrones look kinda tame."
CLAIRE:
She grinned, “that’d be awesome.” She paused, studying him, “do you mind? I mean, you don’t need some `little kid` following you around.” She scowled at him before rolling her shoulders, “thanks though,” she grudgingly told him.
She paused, laughing, “you blew shit up too? I’m not that much of a pro yet.” She laughed more, nodding her head, “peace is very good.” She looked around, “at least we can have that.”
She gave him an amused look, “I think that’s because I tried to kill a couple kids back in South Dakota for being vampires, oh and there was that werewolf…” She gave him an amused look, “but I’m better now. I only shoot things that… Oh wait, I don’t shoot yet.” She snapped her fingers at him. Then she chuckled, nodding.
A slow nod came from her as he explained, she wasn’t going to ask more questions.
ASHE:
He grins, "So long as you don't go shooting your fucking finger off learning how to clean it, it should be fine." He chuckles a bit, moving to his car and pulling the keys from his pocket and opening the trunk. Then he looks at the small chest, then at her. "Peace often comes from war... I can't think of anytime there was peace that wasn't because too many people died to continue fighting. I'm just hoping this war doesn't turn out like it's been prophecized." He flips through his keyring, then unlocks the padlock on the chest.
"Werewolves are a pain in the ass... vampires can be staked to a tree and left to rot. I'd collect skulls, if it wouldn't make me look like a complete maniac." He shakes his head.
He looks through the trunk again, then takes out a smaller gun...just a 25 caliber and looks at it.
"May start you with something like this. Not much bite, but it'll cause enough pain to get the hell out of the way."
CLAIRE:
“I’ll make sure my fingers stay out of the way,” she smirked at him, “even that shouldn’t be too hard.” She stepped back a little from his car, letting him have room when he opened the trunk; she felt like a man’s trunk was private thing. Her lips skewed as she thought about what he said, “I feel like we’re at a war every day. Even with the Darkness gone,” she sighed at him, “that one was…” She sighed, that part of her past still held a lot of complicated feelings.
“Ew, let’s not collect skulls, that’s creepy.” She looked at him, “you’re also a priest, so that’s even more creepy. Not to mention, very Hannibal.” She quirked her lips in an attempt to smile, look at her, she made a joke.
“So, a BB gun,” she smirked as she reached out with a palm up, “can I?”
ASHE:
He chuckles a bit, the cigarette hanging from his lips as he checks over the .25...dropping the clip to check to see if it was loaded, and with which ammo, then he pushed it back in and pulled the chamber to get one loaded then looks at her before flipping the safety on.
"Don't let the caliber get you down... size doesn't matter, bullet construction does the damage."
He looks around, then chuckles seeing one of his bottles still stuck to a post a few yards away. He looks at her, and while looking at her shoots the bottle and it erupts into shards and a slight flicker of flame from the vapors inside catching.
Then he turns it around and holds it out to her for her to take. "Here ya go. It is a semi, so after the first shot's off, it chambers the next."
CLAIRE:
She looked at him, an amused little look as she had to bite back what came to mind about sizes mattering. A shake of her head, she watched him handle the gun, “nice.” When he handed her the gun, her eyes widened a bit, he was really going to give one to her.
“Uh, really?” She chuckled, taking the gun from him, aiming it downwards. “Just take off the safety and shoot?” She looked over to where he had shot, her lips turned down, “no bottles. You need to drink more,” she teased. She offered the gun back up to him, “I think you should hold it until we practice. I have to find a hiding place for this, or else Jody will lose her mind.”
ASHE:
He chuckles, "You're probably the first person to tell me I need to drink more." He grins, "I like you, kid." He takes the gun back, flipping it around his finger a few times before neatly sliding into his pocket.
"I think I've got the holster for it somewhere in here." He looks back at his trunk, "If not, I'll grab one in town." He closes the chest in the trunk and relocks the padlock on it, then closes his trunk. "I'll keep it with my reloading supplies... even break out my .25 caliber molds and get some bullets rigged for you...for when you actually have something trying to kill you that you need to shoot."
CLAIRE:
Claire laughed at him with a shake of her head, she watched him make the move, “show-off.” She flashed him a grin, “just make sure Donna doesn’t smell it on your breath, I think after that night when she got home so drunk, anything that smells like booze makes her pukey.”
She nodded, “thank you, really. I’ll have to find a place, or if you can find one, just tell me.” She tilted her head, “I should head back before they send out a search party. I’ll find you later for some shooting lessons?”
ASHE:
"Oh, if I get to drinking enough bottles to make for good target practice, I'm sure the fuck going to smell like I've been drinking." He chuckles, "And tightpants might need to toss back a few herself. Maybe she'll loosen up enough to not worry about you having a gun." He grins, "Maybe when I get you shooting straight, she'll let you move up to one of the bigger ones." He chuckles a bit. "Yeah, you'd probably get back... I hear the kids are on a tight curfew."
CLAIRE:
She laughed, “they just worry, I’m one of the first Wayward kids, so…” She shrugged a bit, “I gained a lot of parents when I lost my own.” She smiled weakly at him, it was weird being able to be emotional. Emotions were complicated, they could make people weak.
She rolled her shoulders, “thank you.” A duck of her head, she nodded, “see you around,” she waved as she started walking toward the main cabin.
ASHE:
He nods watching her. "First one here...I guess they wouldn't be more protective about you guys like I was over Kirk and Romeo." He ashes out his cigarette. "Don't mention it. Really... unless it means captain tightpants will come out here to investigate me."
He shakes his head a bit, then starts back towards his shack to start prepping more ammo, and check on his casting molds.
It was one of those kind of days where she internally felt off; it was her trying to be okay, yet, nothing felt okay. So, instead of staying at the main cabin with Donna and the twins, she decided to sneak off – claiming that Castiel had told her to check something out for him.
Instead, she was in the woods, far away from the main cabin, tucked deep. She dropped down, seated against an overturned log, tilting her head upwards to study the rays filtering through the branches. Everything was quiet, save for the usual cacophony of birds.
Maybe she should convince Donna and Jody to build something out here just for her.
It’d be nice.
ASHE:
He thankfully had gotten himself tucked back in before he heard the birds stirring a bit at the girl walking about. "Fuckin..." He mutters as the blade drops to the ground that he had attached to his belt, having been getting some practice throwing it before nature called.
He picks up the knife, thankfully not where he'd been marking his territory and snaps it back into the sheath he'd found for it. Well, broken flashlight more than a sheath.
"Aren't you a little far from the cabin, little girl?" He fumbles around a bit, searching his jacket pockets for his cigarettes, then gets one out and lights it.
"Thought they didn't like people straying too far away."
CLAIRE:
She tensed up when she heard someone else in the woods, jumping up from her seat, a hand going to her hip for the knife she always carried with her. When she saw who it was, her hand slipped away from her hip and scowled at him.
“First of all, don’t go around berating people,” she made a face as she moved to drop back down in her little spot near the log.
“Oh, I just said I had things to do.” She shrugged, “they’re not the boss of me.” A pause, she rushed on, “besides, they’re busy with the twins.” She flashed a grin, then studied him, “what the hell are you doing out here?”
ASHE:
He watches her jump up, raising a brow as the smoke floated up from his cigarette. "Berating people is a lot less than what I used to do, normally I find someone just sneaking around I put a bullet in them. I guess I'm lightening up in my old age." He shakes his head, ashing a bit of his cigarette, then looks over at the tree he'd been using to test the blade. "I could have sworn they were the boss of you kids. And...from what I hear the twins can be a handful." He ponders a bit, "I'm tapping the trees to see if there's any syrup." He shakes his head a bit, not wanting the word of his knife getting out just yet.
CLAIRE:
“You know that Donna would string you up in a tree if you shot me,” she flashed him a grin. “Do you need that kind of crazy on you?” She rolled her eyes as he said that they were the boss. “I’m almost old enough to buy my own booze, “ okay, in a couple more years, but that wasn’t the point. “I think I’m able to take care of myself.”
Okay, so she almost got beat up pretty bad on the hunt before the last one.
“So, whatever.” She rolled her shoulders, then laughed, “they’re sweet, one’s pretty quiet. But they’re kids,” she frowned. “I don’t do well with little kids.” She looked at him, “like you don’t do well with people.”
She got up and brushed her legs off, “well, aren’t we so sweet?” She studied the tree.
ASHE:
He chuckles softly, flicking a bit more ash from his cigarette. "Donna'd probably be more pissed off at how I'd handle healin ya if I did shoot you.." He rubs his hands together. "I'm sure she wouldn't be one of the overly faithful when I'd lay hands on you to pull the life back into the flesh bag your skeleton's living in." He shakes his head.
He puts his finger in one of the holes his knife left in the tree, then shakes his head. "Sweet doesn't last nearly long enough nowadays. I kinda miss the days when I could look around and see simple innocence...as opposed to fuckin shitheads beating the shit out of the homeless on the streets." He shakes his head.
"And ta think I once wanted the whole kids and family thing."
CLAIRE:
She squinted at him, “none of the whole `the power of Christ compels you!` stuff.” A shake of her head, “I don’t think we should work on healing me,” she paused, “so you heal?” She lifted her eyebrows, “what the fuck, man?” She paused, “did you do the whole evangelist route?” She hoped he didn’t, because if he did, she’d lose respect for hi.
It kinda was nice to have someone just as jaded as her.
She ran a hand through her hair, studying him. “You’re so…” She searched for words, “positive.” She grinned, “why are YOU out here?” She crossed her arms.
“Oh no, no kids and family. None of that lasts.” She shook her head, something dark flitted through her eyes.
ASHE:
He watches the kid and chuckles a bit, "The whole 'power of Christ compels you' is more for exorcisms...and sounds a lot better than 'Dad days get the fuck out of my room'. As for healing, it tends to take faith...and a fuckload of energy. Healing hurts like a bitch...for both parties. It's just one person taking their life and force feeding it into the other." He takes a long drag from his cigarette, then turns it around and sets it in the hole in the tree before pulling out another to light from it.
"I sure the hell don't want to try bringing someone from the dead. God knows I've got enough scars already...mental and physical." He shakes his head. He pinches the head off the old cigarette and crushes it out, pocketing the butt.
Then he glances back at her for a moment, "I'm here, because for some damn reason, I felt compelled to find this place. I could tell you what lead me here, but it'd probably have to censor it. Naaaa, I'd just tell ya."
CLAIRE:
She paused, laughing at him, a shake of her head. “Well, there’s that whole latin shit too,” she grinned at him, an amused little look settling on her face. “So no Evangelism, good. You’re not a sell-out, I guess I can handle that.” She lifted her eyebrows, “yet no love for the environment. Tree huggers are gonna kill you.”
She nodded her head, “that’s why we’re all here, we’re a little messed up,” she crinkled her nose. “Some of us more than others,” she pointed at him, “you’re pretty messed up. I mean, you were a …” She paused, “is this okay to talk about?” She gestured a bit to the neck, imitating the collar.
“And please don’t tell me, I’d rather keep some innocence,” she flashed him a grin. “Wanna walk and talk, or is that too weird?”
ASHE:
"There's shitloads of latin... which is fun, because most people can't understand a thing you're saying. I swear I said 'Tempore noster in caelo, numquid placet, saltem obtinere irrumabo pariunt vastata primus ex corpore meo?' at a demon once and he just looked at me cross-eyed for a moment. Then I just shot the fucker and said time's up."
He looks back at the tree, then chuckles, "It'll survive. This entire forest could catch fire and the trees would just come back." He grins, taking another drag. "Yeah, you can talk about it...and technically, I still am. It's not like they've completely disowned me...and most still call me father when we talk. Even Stephen back in town can't bring himself to just call me Ashe...and I've known him since he was an alterboy."
He nods, then motions back towards the cabins. "Yeah, we can walk... I've got a while before I need to get back to my...current project."
CLAIRE:
She held her hands up, “I only know a little bit of it, Jody said not to touch demons and such just yet.” She rolled her eyes, as if she was asking him if he could believe it. Then again, she was still fumbling a little bit – so it did make sense; Claire wouldn’t admit it. “Did you shoot him with a..” She snapped her fingers, trying to remember what she could use.
Great, now she looked like an idiot, some color dusting her cheeks as she looked down at her feet.
Then she looked up, “the trees would come back way later, this doesn’t work. We have to hide, remember?” She grinned, a shake of her head, “wait, you know the priest at the church?” She blinked, “Donna insists I should go to the services, but…” she made a face, “no offense.” She tucked her hands into her pockets, “why aren’t you at a church, and all that then?”
She nodded, starting to walk toward the cabin with him.
ASHE:
He shrugs a bit, "Yeah, demons are typically bad to touch... then again, so are some angels. Generally, it's not a bad time to just keep your hands to yourself, honestly." He continues walking with her, "I shot him with a gun... one of these." He opens his jacket a bit to show her his angels, the twin semi autos holstered underneath, then continues walking.
"Silver, lead, salt, holy water... hell, I do any more ammo production and this place would be set for a year...if people actually hit their targets. You ever seem smoke coming from my little shack that isn't white...I'm making ammo." or other weapons
He continues watching her, "This area...for some reason is protected. It's been warded a long time from what I could see. Natural markers...a few of them." He remembers his research from his map...the place demon blood didn't touch.
"Everyone should go to a sermon or two... Father Sinclair's got the spirit...preaches pretty well. Hell, go for the free food... he's usually got a meal cooked and waiting afterwards."
He continues walking, glancing skyward for a moment, then lets out another long trail of smoke curl upwards from his lips. "Some are called to spread the word...others are called to action. After I trained my replacement for my church and knew it was in good hands, I started...well, went back to hunting."
CLAIRE:
Claire looked at him with a blank look for a moment with that joke before nodding her head to show she got it. “You know what I mean,” she said with some exasperation. She looked at the guns, “oh hey, you have two. I should have one,” she grinned, knowing he wouldn’t give it to her, even Dean thought she had been insane when she asked.
Claire lifted her eyebrows at him, “well, makes sense why the brothers and Castiel chose this place,” she grinned. “They don’t just do random shit for the fun of it. Well. Dean does, but that’s not the point.” Her eyes scanned the trees, “at least some of us can find some peace here.” The grin shifted into a soft smile, she rolled her shoulders, enough of the mushy stuff. “So you make ammo,” she studied him, “better not blow us all up.”
She listened to him talk about Sinclair, giving a slow nod, “right, free food.” She wasn’t sold, it would be difficult to sell her on faith, it was something she wasn’t ever going to try getting back. She fell silent, walking with him, then chuckled, “what got you into hunting?”
ASHE:
"Not one of these...maybe one of the ones from my trunk." He chuckles a bit, "And get to keep it after you learn how to shoot." He continues towards the cabin, looking up ahead a bit more for any activity outside, then back to her. "I haven't blown up a building for at least a few months...and that was just to take something else down." He looks around, "A little piece is nice... peace isn't bad either." He looks over to his roadrunner when they get close enough.
"So...The Scooby gang around here is against you having a gun yet. Kind of a shame..." He looks around, then chuckles a bit. "I might get you one of my older ones." He motions for her to follow. "I got into hunting after something I saw when I was a kid. Something no one should ever see. Something that makes Game of Thrones look kinda tame."
CLAIRE:
She grinned, “that’d be awesome.” She paused, studying him, “do you mind? I mean, you don’t need some `little kid` following you around.” She scowled at him before rolling her shoulders, “thanks though,” she grudgingly told him.
She paused, laughing, “you blew shit up too? I’m not that much of a pro yet.” She laughed more, nodding her head, “peace is very good.” She looked around, “at least we can have that.”
She gave him an amused look, “I think that’s because I tried to kill a couple kids back in South Dakota for being vampires, oh and there was that werewolf…” She gave him an amused look, “but I’m better now. I only shoot things that… Oh wait, I don’t shoot yet.” She snapped her fingers at him. Then she chuckled, nodding.
A slow nod came from her as he explained, she wasn’t going to ask more questions.
ASHE:
He grins, "So long as you don't go shooting your fucking finger off learning how to clean it, it should be fine." He chuckles a bit, moving to his car and pulling the keys from his pocket and opening the trunk. Then he looks at the small chest, then at her. "Peace often comes from war... I can't think of anytime there was peace that wasn't because too many people died to continue fighting. I'm just hoping this war doesn't turn out like it's been prophecized." He flips through his keyring, then unlocks the padlock on the chest.
"Werewolves are a pain in the ass... vampires can be staked to a tree and left to rot. I'd collect skulls, if it wouldn't make me look like a complete maniac." He shakes his head.
He looks through the trunk again, then takes out a smaller gun...just a 25 caliber and looks at it.
"May start you with something like this. Not much bite, but it'll cause enough pain to get the hell out of the way."
CLAIRE:
“I’ll make sure my fingers stay out of the way,” she smirked at him, “even that shouldn’t be too hard.” She stepped back a little from his car, letting him have room when he opened the trunk; she felt like a man’s trunk was private thing. Her lips skewed as she thought about what he said, “I feel like we’re at a war every day. Even with the Darkness gone,” she sighed at him, “that one was…” She sighed, that part of her past still held a lot of complicated feelings.
“Ew, let’s not collect skulls, that’s creepy.” She looked at him, “you’re also a priest, so that’s even more creepy. Not to mention, very Hannibal.” She quirked her lips in an attempt to smile, look at her, she made a joke.
“So, a BB gun,” she smirked as she reached out with a palm up, “can I?”
ASHE:
He chuckles a bit, the cigarette hanging from his lips as he checks over the .25...dropping the clip to check to see if it was loaded, and with which ammo, then he pushed it back in and pulled the chamber to get one loaded then looks at her before flipping the safety on.
"Don't let the caliber get you down... size doesn't matter, bullet construction does the damage."
He looks around, then chuckles seeing one of his bottles still stuck to a post a few yards away. He looks at her, and while looking at her shoots the bottle and it erupts into shards and a slight flicker of flame from the vapors inside catching.
Then he turns it around and holds it out to her for her to take. "Here ya go. It is a semi, so after the first shot's off, it chambers the next."
CLAIRE:
She looked at him, an amused little look as she had to bite back what came to mind about sizes mattering. A shake of her head, she watched him handle the gun, “nice.” When he handed her the gun, her eyes widened a bit, he was really going to give one to her.
“Uh, really?” She chuckled, taking the gun from him, aiming it downwards. “Just take off the safety and shoot?” She looked over to where he had shot, her lips turned down, “no bottles. You need to drink more,” she teased. She offered the gun back up to him, “I think you should hold it until we practice. I have to find a hiding place for this, or else Jody will lose her mind.”
ASHE:
He chuckles, "You're probably the first person to tell me I need to drink more." He grins, "I like you, kid." He takes the gun back, flipping it around his finger a few times before neatly sliding into his pocket.
"I think I've got the holster for it somewhere in here." He looks back at his trunk, "If not, I'll grab one in town." He closes the chest in the trunk and relocks the padlock on it, then closes his trunk. "I'll keep it with my reloading supplies... even break out my .25 caliber molds and get some bullets rigged for you...for when you actually have something trying to kill you that you need to shoot."
CLAIRE:
Claire laughed at him with a shake of her head, she watched him make the move, “show-off.” She flashed him a grin, “just make sure Donna doesn’t smell it on your breath, I think after that night when she got home so drunk, anything that smells like booze makes her pukey.”
She nodded, “thank you, really. I’ll have to find a place, or if you can find one, just tell me.” She tilted her head, “I should head back before they send out a search party. I’ll find you later for some shooting lessons?”
ASHE:
"Oh, if I get to drinking enough bottles to make for good target practice, I'm sure the fuck going to smell like I've been drinking." He chuckles, "And tightpants might need to toss back a few herself. Maybe she'll loosen up enough to not worry about you having a gun." He grins, "Maybe when I get you shooting straight, she'll let you move up to one of the bigger ones." He chuckles a bit. "Yeah, you'd probably get back... I hear the kids are on a tight curfew."
CLAIRE:
She laughed, “they just worry, I’m one of the first Wayward kids, so…” She shrugged a bit, “I gained a lot of parents when I lost my own.” She smiled weakly at him, it was weird being able to be emotional. Emotions were complicated, they could make people weak.
She rolled her shoulders, “thank you.” A duck of her head, she nodded, “see you around,” she waved as she started walking toward the main cabin.
ASHE:
He nods watching her. "First one here...I guess they wouldn't be more protective about you guys like I was over Kirk and Romeo." He ashes out his cigarette. "Don't mention it. Really... unless it means captain tightpants will come out here to investigate me."
He shakes his head a bit, then starts back towards his shack to start prepping more ammo, and check on his casting molds.