Wish You Were Here

[Teagan]

Licia Lynn says: Where'd Blaise and Mariah disappear to?
-Guys?
-You there?
Gina says:
-i thought they said they'd be on =/
Licia Lynn says:
-They were a few minutes ago....what happened to them?
Gina says:
-beats meeee -o-
-soooo
-what're you up to? =P
Licia Lynn says:
-Homework (bleh). And you?
Gina says:
-awww, that sucks =/
-i'm watching supernatural..again XDD
Licia Lynn says:
-Catching up on ones you missed or memorizing dialogue?
-XD
Gina says:
-..uhhh..the latter XD
-watching the ep with the genie or whatever
-dean's hilarious XD
Licia Lynn says:
-XD That episode was funny.
-I like the part where his girlfriend asks him if he wants a cheeseburger.
- And he's so shocked that she's the perfect girl.
-You know what'd be cool though?
Gina says:
-whaaaaat?
Licia Lynn says:
-it were real.
-XD
-And we could meet them and smack them in the face, personally.
-Kinda like what you'd do to Zuko: hug and slap
Gina says:
yeahhh, but dean doesn't need to be slapped! only sam XD
-Licia Lynn says:
-Aiden does, when he drives crazy. XD
Gina says:
-yuki agrees XP
-actually, i think teagan would too XD
-duuuude
-it'd be so awesome if we could meet our characters
Licia Lynn says:
-. ^^
Gina says:
-although..i'd be intimidated by yuki XD
Licia Lynn says:
-XD No kidding. I don't envy the person that gets stuck with her
-No offense, Gina.
-?
-....Gina?

[Licia Lynn just sent a nudge.]

Licia Lynn says:
-Fine. ><; bye.
Licia Lynn says:
-....

[Yuki]

August 28, 2009. It was a quiet Friday evening at the Crossroad's Tavern. The three hunters that resided within the premises sat about idly. No demon had wreaked havoc nearby, there weren't any shape-shifters impersonating civilians, not even a mere poltergeist haunting. Yuki had been reading a book in her room about Roman mythology, familiarizing herself with its gods and creatures. Finishing a chapter, she looked up at the clock. 5:30. It was almost time.

Arms folded, she made her way down the stairs, without stopping to see if Teagan or Aiden were present, or what they were doing. "I'm going out," she announced flatly, making her way out of the tavern. It was best not to leave time for questions. She didn't want them to know what she was doing, or to raise any suspicions.

Today, she was going to play at a local cosplay cafe, one that focused around the anime, The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya. She would be getting paid, of course. Not that she really needed the money. But if anyone decided to track her fake credit cards, it was safer for her to buy certain items with cash. For example, the costume she would be playing in today. In the show, the character had played her pop/rock song in a black bunny girl outfit. How would she have explained that to Aiden or Teagan? Yuki shook away the thought furiously. There would be no explaining to do. They would not find out.

Opening the back door, she was welcomed by "Mikuru" in the classic battle waitress outfit. As Yuki walked in, she found the other four members of the band already on stage. The curtains had not risen yet. "Forgive me for being a bit late, I'll go change right now," Yuki told them, and she quickly walked into the dressing room. After getting into costume, she placed the famous yellow headband on her head and continued backstage. The curtains would raise in a few minutes. Yuki srtapped on the black electric guitar. She knew this song and admired its technicality. Behind her was "Koizumi" on drums (in school uniform), "Mikuru" on the tambourine, "Nagato" on another electric guitar (with a witch hat and cloak), and "Kyon" on bass (also in school uniform). And Yuki, or rather, "Haruhi" was up front, in the bunny girl outfit. They were ready.

The curtains rose and the crowd of 50 or so people cheered. The drums started, Nagato expertly played the guitar, the bass was strummed, and then came Yuki's part: singing and guitar.

Kawaita kokoro de kakenukeru.
Gomen ne nani mo dekinakute...


The first chorus went fine, as did the second. Now the bridge. The pace picked up, everyone played louder.

Dakara...

Guitar chord.

...watashi--

Suddenly, with a cloud of smoke and a thud, their cover of the song was interrupted. It was as if someone had set off a firecracker. The crowd gasped, the music stopped. Yuki peered into the crowd, ready to kill whoever had caused the distraction, but all she could see were confused faces. Looking over at the smoke, she noticed a form within it. ...A demon? Here?!

When the cloud finally cleared, it revealed a girl. A teenage girl, perhaps around Teagan's age. She lay on the floor looking almost as equally baffled as everyone else. Yuki caught her eyes and noticed they were not black. So she's not a demon.

In that case...

She turned to the crowd. "One moment, please," she said, and then walked over to the girl, hovering over her. "Who are you?!" Yuki demanded, stamping her heel impatiently on the stage floor, glaring coldly at the child.

[Teagan]

Aiden and Yuki had both declined dinner for the evening, coming up with some excuse to each get out of the house on Friday night. She understood why Aiden would want to jet-it was Yuki’s one night a month to cook dinner for everyone. After both of her faction-mates protested her cuisine, Yuki settled for one night a month, claiming they lacked a cultural awareness. Teagan was shocked though when Yuki herself left an hour or so after Aiden. Walked straight out the door with nothing more than an “I’m going out” and the oddest costume Teagan had ever seen sticking out of her purse. She shrugged it off as a Japanese thing. If that was the normality in the land of the rising sun, Teagan wasn’t sure she wanted a cultural awareness.

So left alone, Teagan decided to do what she did best: prank. After all, another perfect opportunity might take some time to appear again. The question was, what should she do? From her position in the kitchen where she had just finished leftovers from the night before, her eyes scanned her surroundings. Nah, last time she had pulled a prank in here a staff member had quit. Moving to the next room over, she spied the chair Yuki habitually used to read her comic books –or manga, as she called them- on. Perfect.

Within ten minutes, Teagan had rigged it so that the moment a certain amount of weight put pressure upon it, the legs would collapse and the bottom would fall out. Simple, but ingenious. Unsure of when the rest of the faction would return and not desiring to be caught, Teagan hastily cleaned up the mess she had made, stuffing the glue and small saw she had borrowed from a closet behind a pile of books in the corner. Once finished, she turned back to examine her work. Ha, Yuki would definitely fall for-

Crash!

A small burst of smoke and loud crackle startled the quiet aura of the evening. Teagan’s eyes widened as she examined the chair that now found itself scattered about the floor. In the center of the mess, a boy lay sprawled among the woodchips, looking very confused. What the heck? No demon could just appear like that, and nothing else supernatural could enter the property with all of the salt, iron, and other precautions Aiden had set up. So whomever this kid was had to be human.

“I appreciate that you proved the prank will work…but you’re going to have to help me put it back together again while you explain exactly who you are and how you got here.” Teagan crossed her arms and glared irritably as she waited for a reply.

[Aiden]

So there he was, another night chasing another demon that would give him another clue about Ariel's whereabouts. Another night lying to the girls about where he was going, another night lying to himself about believing he would actually get somewhere. What would he really, honestly do if he found out where Ariel was? He couldn't really sneak into her base, set it up with devil's traps, and then wait it out, because she was sure to be there, aware of his presence should he come. Not only that, but Aiden had began to think that these strange instances where bouts of strength would happen weren't just rushes of adrenaline...could someone's adrenaline cause that so often? He really needed to look that up, but he kept forgetting once he would return to the tavern.

Technically, Aiden was out following a lead on a werewolf, though if the girls were to realize it was only a crescent moon, they could call him on it. They didn't, though, Yuki seemed distracted enough, and hey, it got Aiden out of Yuki's mystery food. The 'delicacies' in her country weren't that appetizing, and he learned not to say this in front of her unless he wanted daggers sent his way. So far they'd just been her eyes, but he got the feeling that they might become actual knives should he say something again.

The sky was darkened and overcast, blocking out the moonlight and the stars that shone in the sky. Stepping through a puddle, Aiden held his gun out, moving through another alley. This demon was really pissing him off, because it had somehow gained the ability to move at a higher speed than a human, so it was hard to keep up with. And after he had finally gotten a good hit in, it had run off. He could hear it though, cackling, taunting him. But he knew the direction in which to go, for some strange reason, it was like he was following a scent, or a trail. He avoided a second puddle, and leveled his gun when he spotted the demon.

Firing three shots from the silenced pistol, three shards of metal caught the demon, and pinned it against the wall. He wouldn't salt the demon during this fight, at least not with his gun. No, he wanted answers, and little did the demon know that there was a Devil's trap just feet away. He let the gun drop slowly to his side, and he cocked his head slightly at the demon, who looked rather frightened. "You know, I've never seen demons so frightened of me until these last few weeks. What is it? Have I gained a reputation? Surely Ariel would have informed you about me, right?" he said, taking steps closer and closer. He could feel the blood pumping in his system. He pulled out a small vial, opened the top, and tipped it into the mouth of the demon.

Holy water hurt like hell when one was a demon, and it was no different for this one. It groaned and screamed, and finally began bellowing. "Stop, I don't know where she is! She left, three days ago, said something about some district," it panted, looking wearily at Aiden. He frowned, and then began the incantation to exorcise it. He wouldn't go the full way, just enough to scare it some more. A few words in, he heard a noise behind him, and turned to be met with the sight of black smoke. "Oh, you brought friends? Good, I'll get double the info, and kill two birds with one stone," Aiden said, changing his clip to rock salt, and leveling his gun at this girl's chest.

[Casey]

The Wesson was surprisingly quiet. Not anymore than it had in prior months but after having hunters running through and the place practically exploding the peaceful afternoon was suffocating. Deacon cleaned the bar for the fifteenth time out boredom with the jukebox playing a vague rock song in the background.

Art was sitting on the bar again, nose in an ancient book. Even with his distraction he felt the weight of the slow day too. It would be different when Anna got back, for better or worse. Turning the page he glanced up at his brother.

As the Rooks resigned themselves to a slow day a bang sounded. Art jumped behind the bar and grabbed one of the shotguns as his brother grabbed the other.

“Demon?” Deacon mouthed.

Art shook his head, the sign of the door and gallons of salt around the Wesson warded them off nicely. In the reflection Deacon watched the smoke rise and dissipate throughout the room. He motioned for Art to stay down and slowly glanced over the bar.

Aiming the gun at the center of the, uh, incident Deacon raised an eyebrow. Short girl, older than his brother, more Aiden’s age coughed and looked very confused.

“Seeing as your disoriented,” Deacon said bring the kid’s attention to him, “I’ll give you ten seconds to explain what just happened instead of my usual five.” He pumped the shotgun and pointed the barrel squarely at his chest.

[Teagan]

The first thing I noticed was that the cheerful purple walls of my room had vanished, replaced by a dark, smoky background. Dazed and confused, I glanced around absently, trying to gain a sense of location. A moment earlier I had been happily ignoring my math homework at my newly painted white desk chatting with friends. And now? Now I didn’t know where I was, but the oddly dressed crowd staring at me in shock didn’t make the situation any better. Or clue me in at all.

Coughing out a portion of the smoke from my lungs, I shakily stood. What a way to start the weekend, I thought as I absentmindedly brushed off the sleeves of my sweatshirt and jeans to double check that there were no broken bones. Reassured I was physically safe, my eyes glanced about the room. Noting several stage lights, musical instruments and the sweet smell of body odor lingering about the room, I realized that I had appeared in the middle of some sort of indie concert. And the girl on the stage shooting daggers with her eyes? Probably the lead singer, not thrilled about the interruption. Newsflash, kitten, neither was I.

“Who are you?!”

I involuntarily shivered as the angry Japanese girl stormed over to me, anger radiating with every step. Despite the severity of the situation (i.e. procrastinating on homework in the privacy of my room and randomly crashing a concert within the next five seconds), I couldn’t help but not take the ice storm in front of me seriously. A black bunny suit? Really? Who wore that outside of a Halloween party?

“My name is Felicia,” I dully replied, struggling to hide the hint of humor in my inflection. “Um, I’m terribly sorry about randomly popping right here.” I half turned toward the crowd in apology, noting the growing whispers of displeasure. “I’ll think I’ll just leave now.” Outside, preferably. Maybe then I could figure out exactly where I was, and what had happened. Noting with a quick check that my cell phone resided in my front pocket, the crowd eagerly parted a path to the door to assist my hasty exit.

[Yuki]

I had been staring at the computer screen in front of me, happily typing away about the little wish of mine, when suddenly, I was enveloped in a white smoke. My first thought was the house caught on fire. Panicking, I looked around. The chair underneath me disappeared, and I hit the floor with a thud. Earthquake? My heart was pounding, and I peered through the veil of smoke, trying to see ahead of me. When the cloud finally cleared, I stared up to see two guys, a man and a guy around my age, staring down at me. And they had...guns?

What the heck?!

I didn't even look around to see where I was. I was sort of occupied with the fact that there people front of me with rifles. And they looked dead serious. It wasn't even like this was some prank that was going to be aired on TV later. If it was, I wasn't laughing. What the heck was happening?! I looked up, blinking in serious confusion.

Ten seconds to respond?! I spoke rapidly in a panic, "No, wait, don't shoot, don't shoot! I'm sorry, I don't know what happened, I don't know why I'm here, I'm kind of freaking out right now, and I was just at home, and then I found myself here, and I don't know why, and I was fine, and then next moment, there's this big puff of smoke and I'm here, and--"

Exhausted by the rush of breath, I felt my vision start to fade. A headache unlike any I had ever felt before throbbed through my temples, and then I felt darkness quickly sweep over me.

[Aiden]

My whole timing had been thrown off, and now I was running late leaving for work. I felt slightly bad for abandoning my friends so suddenly with such short notice, but hey, those hours were calling my name. I tugged on the blue long-sleeved shirt, quickly buttoned it, strapped my belt around me, tied on my apron, and was out the door. I stumbled along the grass of the front yard, making sure that my card was in the pocket on my shirt, along with some pens. If there was one thing working as a cashier taught you, it was that pens were precious items, and if you could lift one from somewhere without someone noticing, you should. I opened the car door, slid in, jammed the key in the ignition, and without a second to spare, felt the vibration of the car...as it faded from around me?

Looking around frantically, one would think that being enveloped by smoke would be no big deal...except that didn't happen in the real world. I suddenly felt weightless, falling through an invisible air space. It didn't help that I was rendered blind, and senseless. The only thing I knew for sure was that I was falling, or maybe being thrown upward, I couldn't tell for sure. Then, suddenly, it was growing brighter, and seconds later, I felt something give way beneath me, and my body was contorted awkwardly in some contraption.

Upon further investigation, I was...stuck in a chair where the bottom gave out? Panicking and pulling myself out, I jumped up, held my hands out, and looked around. I'd never been in that place before, yet it looked eerily familiar. A voice next to me made me jump, and I turned. If I hadn't been friends with such short people in the past, I might have looked right over her, but I caught the top of her hair, and glanced down. Wait a second...I knew this person. After all, I had only struggled with her graphic, trying to add some flair to it. "I dunno how I got here," I finally said quietly, and at the same time I decided to keep my real identity from her. "And the name is Blaise. Where am I?" I had to know for certain.

[Casey]

It’s not been my day.


Okay truthfully it’s not been my freakin’ week. Got my first test scores back, not happy, got a paper to write, math homework to finish, and a bio lab to get ready for. I think it’s safe to say suddenly transporting to another location is not on my list of things to do. So imagine my surprise when I was suddenly not in my dorm typing and in some random alleyway. Yeah, pissed and confused, never a good mixture, not on me anyhow.

I looked up as someone approached me. “Adam Brody?” I said out load, but thought that that was impossible. Gun in my face I definitely didn’t believe it. In shock I said the first thing that came to mind

“Shot me and I’ll haunt your ass in the most inconvenient way possible.”

Yeah, apparently my survival instinct isn’t working today either. Over his shoulder I saw the person’s eyes turn black and I startled back. Already sitting down, I hit my backpack instead which I hadn’t taken off cus I’m an idiot like that. After a string of words that Felica would not have been proud I finally finished the statement with, “-ck just happened?”

The thing started to pull away from the wall and I ripped off my back pack and threw it at the thing. I could hear my dad’s voice in my head, ‘Great Mariah, now you have a weapon. Good going’. That plus the fact I’d been so distracted by black eyes I totally forgot the guy with the gun pointed at me.

Wonder if my teacher will accept a late paper on account of me being in another dimension and dead…

[Teagan]

Teagan turned her back to the intruder, digging under the pile of books in the corner. People didn’t just appear somewhere and not know why. Especially not in the world she lived in. She turned back toward him, noting he had risen. Crap. Another tall person. Just what they needed in the tavern.

“Well, Blaise,” she said, placing emphasis on his name. “Here’s the glue, string, and nails. Get to work.” She tossed him the items she had retrieved and then plopped down on the nearby barstool to watch. “Well, you’re in the United States. Oregon, to be specific.” Teagan twirled around in her seat, given the impression of boredom and impatience. In truth, she was analyzing the new person out of the corner of her eye. In some way, somehow, he knew something. This look had crossed his face, implying that his thoughts different from the words of his mouth.

“Crossroad’s Tavern, if you want. But, Blaise, your name doesn’t tell me much about you or why you’re here. Any special interests, to say, that I should know about?” Teagan’s eyes bore straight into him. “Because otherwise, whenever my fellow residents return home, you’re going to wish you had told me straight up.”

[Yuki]

The girl walked off stage, and though she did answer her question, she responded in a manner that completely disregarded Yuki and the band behind her. Foolish child, how dare she ignore her like that?! She haughtily followed her, the crowd making even more space for the angered Yuki. "Hold it right there," she said icily, grabbing the child's shoulder and forcefully turning her around.

The band left on stage stood looking completely perplexed. The crowd's low murmurs drifted in the air. At this point, Yuki could hardly care if the show went on. This girl could be the result of a supernatural happening. People did not randomly appear from thin air. Yuki looked her squarely in eye, whispering harshly so the people around her could not hear.

"Do you honestly believe you can walk off without due explanation? Being 'terribly sorry' shall not save you from the harm that will come if you fail to give me a satisfactory answer."

[Casey]

Deacon lowered the gun slightly and tilted his head. By the time he’d thought of words the girl fainted. He set the gun on the bar and glanced over at Art who just shrugged. There was another loud noise from outside and both of them looked.

“I go check it out,” Art said and checked to make sure there was a cartridge in the chamber of the gun before heading outside.

Personally Deacon wasn’t happy his little brother just went but he had the girl to deal with. He hopped over the bar and picked up his gun. Carefully he approached he now unconscious form and looked her over. She definitely seemed out. He found a cell phone and hit redial on the last call and sat at a table nearby. With the gun on his lap he waited for someone to pick up.

[Jefferson]

Coming home from Knott's Scary Farm, I snuck back into the house. Slowly climbing up the stairs to reach my room, I cringed at the sound of each creaking step. After reaching the last step, sleep caught up to me and slammed me straight to the ground. Eyes closed, I felt the ground around me disappear. The fear that I wished to have felt at Knott's began to happen at my house. Rapidly opening my eyes, I felt my heart beat rise as the smoke enveloped me. Closing my eyes again, I began to tell myself that this was all a dream. I could not convince myself, for "the dream" felt so real. Eyes opened again, I realized I wasn't in my house anymore.

"What the hell?" I was in the streets, but it wasn't any street he remembered. The sound of a horn blaring down caused me to come to my senses and run to the closest building. This was the second time in one night that I feared for my life. Looking up at the building, I realized it was a bar. The name of the bar was The Wesson. Trying to remember where he heard that before, I suddenly remembered.

"There is no freakin way!"

[Teagan]

A strong hand gripped my shoulder and flung me around before I could reach the exit. Crud. I didn’t mean to interrupt anything! If looks could kill, I could charge this girl with orange hair in a cat suit for murder…and being a fashion disaster. While I personally didn’t keep up to date on the modern trends, at least I knew enough to walk on the street without feeling ashamed.

Her whispered warning did not help her case. Not only was she overreacting, but now she was threatening for information I didn’t have? “When I say something, I generally mean it,” I frowned at her before removing her arm from my being. “And you must be crazy. I don’t know how I got here, but that doesn’t mean it’s any of your business. Or that we should even have this conversation in front of everyone.” My eyes drifted to the anticipating crowd.

Before I could say anything further, a vibration from my pocket caught my attention. Noting it buzzed more than three times, signaling a phone call, I pulled it out to check the ID. Gina. Thank Jesus. “Look, I have to take this call.” With that, I turned around and burst through the door, some jingle announcing my exit. What a psycho.

"Hey Gina, what's up?” I asked, relieved that I could finally have a normal conversation.

"I'm not Gina but apparently I have her phone."

I stopped on the sidewalk, suddenly very curious. "Alright, and you are?” Leaning against the brick wall of the store, I waited for an answer.

"Deacon Rook"

Laughter broke out through the tension the last five minutes had built. Another prank call, I thought. “Of course you are. What’s she paying you? Or was it Blaise’s idea?” Credit where credit was due, right?

The deep voice was not amused. “No. Who the hell is Blaise?”

Hm. That was said too seriously for my tall friend to have been there. “Ha. Funny. What's she giving you?”

"Nothing, she's unconscious.”

Odd. None of the prank call had ever taken this direction. Someone’s creative juice was flowing tonight. “Well this is a conversation I've never had before...seriously. Who came up with this?”

"Deacon Rook and can you tell me why your friend suddenly appeared in my bar?"

My eyes involuntarily rolled. "Deacon Rook, eh? I wish he existed. Life would be more fun. But he doesn't, so I'm not inclined to believe you. One last time, what’s she paying you?"

"Hey! I exist! Why wouldn't I exist? And nothing, not even attention"

Why wouldn’t he exist? Because he doesn’t! Maybe in Mariah’s head somewhere, but not in reality. Not over the phone. "I'm not even going to honor that with an answer. Fine, let's pretend you're Deacon Rook and my friend Gina is passed out in your bar. She's going to freak when she wakes up and meets you."

"I think I can pretend to be myself and who is this so I know who to pretend you are? Smokey the Bear?"

"You're calling me, smarty, but I'll be nice and supply my name for you. I'm Felicia."

"I just hit resend girlie, and Gina isn't up to telling me it.”

Plausible, and combined with his persistence in pushing this argument...if something had happened to Gina, I would never forgive myself. "...you're not kidding about her being unconscious, are you?"

"I general don't joke about girls unconscious in a bar."

"Gina....How the heck did she get in a bar? Alright, um, where are you?" Maybe I could catch a bus or taxi home, grab my car and go pick her up. After all, that’s what friends were for, right? Although…I’d never expected to have to pick someone up from a bar for another three years. And not Gina at that.

"I told you, she poofed in, and South Dakota, Keystone"

"Poofed into Keystone? Say-oh, right, I get it. It's like that one time. Alright, I know how to drive to Keystone. But...I'm not quite sure of where I am. I suppose you could say I just poofed somewhere too."

“Apparently everyones just magically appearing that you know. Got any supermodels for friends?"

"My friend Mariah does." Lots of them, at that.

"Well has she poofed with her friends?"

"Great question. I'd call and ask her, but I'm talking to you. And that doesn't tell me where I am...and I just pissed off a crowd of people by interrupting a concert, so I doubt anyone will give me the time of day. Especially the lead singer. She's insane." I shivered. From the chilly wind, not the memory.

“Lead singers are always crazy. Well you know how to get a hold of me and I, you. Wanna call back?"

"Um, sure. I'll call once I figure out where I am. And then I'll see what I can pull off. And, what was your name again? For real...because if Gina's in trouble, it's not the time to mess with me.” My voice grew into a threatening growl, “And I swear, if this is some sort of prank..."

"Deacon Rook. and it's not"

"Sure. Let me guess. You have a brother named Art. And work at the Wesson. And have extremely crazy family relations.” I could go deeper into his history, but I wasn’t sure how much anyone had told this poor person about the life of Deacon Rook. No need to confuse the person doing her friend a favor.

"Yeah, how'd you know?"

I sighed and glanced around. “Fine. If you want to pretend, do so. I'll call you back when I get a chance."

"Okay, good luck"

“Bye,” I said as I closed the phone. Well, that was a rather unexpected conversation. Heh, I chuckled. Deacon Rook. Imagine that. With a small grin, I bid one final glance at the shop behind me. Goodbye little place, I won’t miss you. Or that girl.

That girl who had followed me outside. I frowned at her approach, clearly unveiling my dislike for the Japanese girl. Couldn’t she just leave me alone?

[Aiden]

Stealing a glance back at the demon that he had been pursuing, his eyes were dark. "Move so much as an inch, and I'll make sure you rot in the deepest, darkest, most painful pit of hell," he growled, before looking back at the newcomer. She had arrived silently, popped up out of nowhere--she had to be supernatural. His brows wrinkled as she called him...by the name of a celebrity? "I don't know what you're playing at, demon, but I can tell you I'm no Hollywood star. Far from it. In fact, you'll wish I was when I get through with you. But since you're here," he reached inside of his jacket, and pulled out a second pistol, still loaded with rock salt. He aimed it at the first demon, and then focused his attention on the blonde girl, with strange blue dye in her hair. What, were demons trying to be fashionable now?

"Where is Ariel?" he growled again, his eyes narrowing in on his prey. "I know she's in Oregon, that much your guys' last buddy told me before I sent him back to the pit." For a moment, he looked back at the first demon, who apparently thought that displaying his power as a low level black eyed demon would get him somewhere. However, something happened, and his second target began moving. Thinking that this was some sort of orchestrated event, his head whipped back to the girl as he squeezed the trigger, a round of rock salt blasting into her abdomen.

He half expected something to happen. But nothing did. His brow quirked up, and he pulled out a small vial after putting his gun in the holster, the other gun still being held in the air. Pulling the top off with his teeth, he splashed a bit of Holy water onto the girl, and watched. No steam, no twitching, no screaming, moaning, groaning, yelling, cursing, complaining. He stared awkwardly for a moment before spewing out the exorcism, and watching the body of the man drop. He then knelt next to the girl, helping her up. "Holy crap, you're a human...but you got here in a cloud of smoke...what the--who are you?" he said, stumbling over his words and trying to make sense of it all. "Oh, and you're alive. It was a round of rock salt--don't ask--so it'll just hurt...for a few hours...maybe some bruising or markings," he said, looking a little embarrassed. "Are you alright?"