Lucifer's Vessel wrote:Lessiana(Coyote) - Archnephalem(Trickster God) - Female - Location: Outside of grocery store - Tags: Sam
"Oh, I'm always lucky. Momma used to call me her lucky doll. Hunters never quite have gotten a handle on stabbing me dead." She hums, satisfied with their positions she snapped herself a plate with a slice of cake on it to stroll over to his car. "Nice vehicle by the way. I can never quite get them right. Me and technology have never really mixed well. Usually ends in fire..." Pausing, she turns. "Wait, you said Sam. Not Sam Winchester, are you? Oh, tell me I didn't just stumble into every monster's big dream. You're actually really lucky I've taken the side of the good guys because I know so many big names that would kill to rip your hearts out."
Brendiel - Ex-Angel Hunter - Female - Location: Motel - Tags: Sennacherib
Bren eyes him warily. Angel. It has to be an angel. She could distinctly remember her first time on Earth. The cultural divide had been the single most disorienting part of the entire experience. But even she hadn't been this bad at it. While she could be a normal hunter, be a complete jerk to one of her ex-siblings... it wouldn't be the right thing to do. If he was stupid enough to fall into the line of sight of another hunter he could very well get himself stabbed or worse. "You can help- but no weirdness. I just need some help walking to my room." It was still too much of a risk to give away that she knew what he was. What she used to be. "That's the only way you can help. I've got bandages and whiskey that'll do the rest. I've been a lot worse off in the past, alright?" Part of her wouldn't mind the angelic healing but she's done fine without it since she lost her grace. She can do this the human way. For Abigail.
