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Booooooorrrrrrrrrrrrrrrreeeeeed.

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[Video]

[onecream_fivesugar]

[Oh no. Not this guy again.]

...Go away!

Just go away!

Go play solitaire or something!

[Text]

[jim_fixes_it]

[Bad luck, Ruby, you're the first one to respond to his message.]

Thank you.

[Video]

[onecream_fivesugar]

[That wasn't what she was expecting at all.]

...Uhmmm... Your welcome?

[Action]

[jim_fixes_it]

[Nope. Nothing else from him after that. Whatever the heck that was about, it looks like he's back to doing... whatever it is this guy does with his time.]

[Yep, everything's right back to normal. ... At least until some time passes and the gunfire starts because wherever Ruby is right now, somebody's shooting at her.]

[betel_geuse]

Betelgeuse didn't bother turning on the video feed, like he normally would. Instead, he sent a quick text.

[You need a hobby, pal. Have you tried finger painting?]

[jim_fixes_it]

[Huh. Well... this is a tough one.]

I was trying to take part in my favorite hobby. I suppose I can't just have a dead man shot though.

[betel_geuse]

Oh, now that was worth an actual reply! Betelgeuse turned on the videofeed, showing his face.

"I don't see why not. I mean, the bullet would still hit me; it just wouldn't make me any deader. Of course, then I'd be able to find you and make this face!" Betelgeuse cackled.

He turned into his snake form, hissing merrily at the videoscreen.

[jim_fixes_it]

[Such snake. Very claymation. Wow! Much scale.]

Are you trying to frighten me or something?

[suparna]

Are you bored? You sound bored.

[jim_fixes_it]

It's starting to get better.

[Hold on, he's looking up a guy to fling a molotov cocktail at you.]

[suparna]

Oh? Found something to entertain yourself? [Go for it. The guy won't be coming back alive.]

[jim_fixes_it]

Oh, several things.

[Oh no, not some random employee. Ah, well, he's got more of those things. It might be fun to see anyway, if Sho here can spot the guy opening the car door and lighting the rag before getting ready to throw it that is.]

[Voice]

[warring_triad]

Augh, you and me both...

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[jim_fixes_it]

I know. You'd think these people might offer some amusement every now and again.

[Hey, wait, isn't this guy one of those magic types... maybe....]

Say. Do you think you could kill a ghost?

[Voice]

[warring_triad]

That depends on your definition of 'kill.'

Personally, I prefer 'erase from existence.' But yes, I believe I could~! I am the god of Magic and Destruction, after all~!

Turnabout is fair play, y'all (Leading into the npc thing, seeing as I have been fail about posting?

[baconandsnausages]

[Have a text with no sender named on it. That should tell you something that's about to happen... is about to happen.]

This might give you something to do.

[Pictures of one of your nice little dust warehouses going up in smoke and fire and- oh, crap, he didn't expect there to be magical explosions, just flames, but goddamn it he's not going to stop it. Not that he could if he wanted to right now. But he doesn't want to - the only thing he regrets at the moment is that he couldn't watch longer than it took to get the few pictures he sent before he headed off to what he's doing now.

But that was about an hour ago - you probably already know about the arson before he's sending the message - but he's hoping it's enough of a distraction that it means he can finish what he's doing over on this set of offices over here. Infiltration. He didn't do it before he got some information there about this one over here. And these are offices. Far more shmancy, so more than likely more important in the chain. He's hoping, anyway. Usually important things are in offices.]

[jim_fixes_it]

[Awww, dangit.]

And I just had that one painted too.

[Unfortunately for Dean, it doesn't look like Jim likes to leave a paper trail. On the bright side though, his search is interrupted by somebody's muffled cursing just outside the door and the sound of somebody messing with the lock.]

[baconandsnausages]

Well, I didn't like it.

[He can always spare moments to snark. Especially at you. But then the lock is being jiggled and he's snapping around to look at the door. Then he's pushing everything he'd had out to look at - things he'd kind of hoped would help him find something, even if he'd seen a fat nothing so far, stupid paranoid psychopaths - into a drawer, too hurried to put it away where it should go, closing everything he'd had open as softly as he could and going to stand flat against the wall beside the doorframe where the hinges are.

When the guy enters, on the surface at least, it's not going to look like anyone's been there at all. And Dean's making a grab for him as soon as he's two steps in the door, knife already in one hand ready to be used as a very effective threat whether he grabs him or not.]

[genpcs_a]

[Two steps in are what the guy gets. An older fellow by the looks of it, a few years past middle-age, and not in very good shape. Good for Dean!]

What the fuck?

[When Dean grabs at him, he still reacts quick, trying to shove him off and make a grab for the gun in his jacket pocket.]

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[cadet]

i'm sorry?

[Text]

[jim_fixes_it]

I'm not.

[Wait. Where are you Gaila? Wherever it is, did somebody order a drive-by shooting? Was it you? I hope so, because you're getting one.]

[cadet]

[ gaila quickly ducks out of sight, away from the barrage of bullets. she's orion, quick and agile, never trusting her surroundings or letting her guard down, especially in unfamiliar, alien territory. it's how she survived life under the syndicate, how she managed to keep her head above water while living among a species that loathed her own. honestly, it's not terribly surprising to be shot at. things here were feeling a little to calm for her ingrained pessimistic tastes. the bad shoe was bound to drop sooner or later. ]

[hunter_returns]

[Don't mind nerdboy here. Just quietly sitting with his comm, doing his level best to track you.

Yeah - Dean's filled him in, so he's under fairly good cover while he works. May as well start discreetly since Dean is off doing Big Exploding Things.]

I suggest you google that site before you enter any addresses

[jim_fixes_it]

[He doesn't mind at all, you big giant nerd. In fact, it seems you're even having some luck tracing his message even as it seems to be bounced all over the city. Could it be that Sam Winchester has finally managed to track down the elusive M--

-- oh no. No, wait. Sorry, false alarm, you just get linked to lemonparty.org.]

[hunter_returns]

[Sam pulls a face, killing the tracer program. He was going to have to dig a little deeper and that meant getting Dean to hunt down a better computer and network supplies.]

Cute