just rp it.

[musedactyl]

how to play.
1.  Drop a comment with one or more of your muses.  It can be empty if you want me to make a scenario, or you can toss one at me.  If you want to just give me a prompt (a word, song, lyric, picture, phrase, anything), I can riff off that too.
2.  In the subject line, you can specify any of my muses you might want to play with, or you can ask me to pick someone.  No muses are off-limits except for those that have no icon uploaded on the list.  If you leave it to me, it is likely that I will give you someone I haven't tried yet, haven't tried much, or haven't played in a long while.
3.  just rp with me.  if something jives really well, maybe we can continue it in another one of these later, sort of like a super casual verse.  if it doesn't, it doesn't.

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[accessories]

[ When he pushes open that door, it would take a moment to spot where they'd relocated, right around the corner from a number of stacked up crates of bottles. Isabelle's all up in the demon's space, flirtatiously looking up at him through long lashes as he leers back at her, oblivious to anyone else coming.

Izzy, however, spots the interruption, and a look of complete annoyance crosses her face, as she grabs the guy by the scruff of his collar and tries to drag him around that direction further to afford some 'privacy'.

He grabs her wrist tightly, flashing his teeth in a predatory smile.

"What's wrong with right here, sweetheart?"

Instead of looking afraid of his threat in the least, she casts one more look of frustration down Sam's way. Witnesses. Just great. It's enough to make her hesitate for the moment. ]

[imnot_likeyou]

[Unfortunately, Sam isn't really the civilian she made him for, and he's reaching behind his back for Ruby's knife, just in case]

[accessories]

I think I left my purse in there. [ She goes to yank her wrist away from it, but he draws it back fiercely and tugs her back around the corner. It's as much privacy as she figures they're going to get, and maybe that guy just came out here to take a piss in the alley. Here's hoping.

Her free hand moves to the golden bracelet wrapped around her other arm... and when he gives it a tug a magnificent golden whip drops loose, which is enough to surprise the shit out of him. ] Always let a lady get her purse, moron. [ His eyes go black, and abruptly there's a knife sliding into his other hand. She moves back and snaps the whip, but it hits the wall as he rolls out of the way. ]

[imnot_likeyou]

[Sam hears the crack of the whip and he surges forward and ... yeah, that wasn't what he was expecting. But at least they both seemed to be after the same goal.

He pulls the knife the rest of the way, before reaching up, grabbing him by his collar and not hesitating before he prepares to shove the knife into his heart]

It's just polite.

[hope you don't mind him intruding, ma'am, he's just one of those hero types.]

[accessories]

Unlike snaking a girl's kill. [ but she's still not going to intervene, although the demon tries to grab Sam's wrist to shove the dagger away from where the tip threatens his heart.

"not gonna ... save your girlfriend... hunter," he says through gritted teeth. ]

[imnot_likeyou]

Not my girlfriend.

[then he shoves down, pushing the knife into the demon's chest. The demon flickers, and as the body drops to the ground he glances back at her]

Actually, you were snaking mine. I've been tracking this guy for weeks.

[accessories]

I didn't see your name on him.

[imnot_likeyou]

I didn't see yours either.

[accessories]

We were in the middle of something here. That's close enough.

Who are you, anyway?

[imnot_likeyou]

[Whatever. The job is done.]

Sam Winchester.

[if she was as on the job as it seemed like she was, she might recognize the last name. If not, it's not skin off his back.]

[accessories]

Winchester? [ her forehead furrows ] Not those Winchesters.

[imnot_likeyou]

Depends what you mean by "those" Winchesters.

[accessories]

The ones who set the Apocalypse in motion?

[imnot_likeyou]

[ugh.]

We also stopped it too, but people seem to conveniently forget that part.

[accessories]

I'd heard rumors, but they also said you died, which clearly, not so much.

[imnot_likeyou]

Nope. That's true too. Just didn't stick.

[accessories]

You came back from the dead?

[imnot_likeyou]

I was pulled out of Hell, actually.

[accessories]

By what? Why?

[imnot_likeyou]

By an angel. Because he thought he was doing me a favor.

[accessories]

But that's not how you see it? Funny. I'd have thought not having to bite the big one down under would make anyone happy.

[imnot_likeyou]

It's hard to be happy about it when the person doing it screws it up.

[accessories]

Screws it up how? You look fully intact to me.

[imnot_likeyou]

[Sam jaw sets slightly, before shaking his head. ]

Have you been to Hell?

[accessories]

[ she folds her arms across her chest, cocking a hip ]

No, but I've met plenty of things that have.