BOBBY SINGER
Hunter
Posts: 108
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Mar 7, 2024 20:16:43 GMT
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Post by BOBBY SINGER on Dec 31, 2023 19:09:21 GMT
”Hold on, I’m gonna get you outta here.” The blood pumping against his palm was already slowing through, the pulse that had driven it threatening to stop with every sluggish beat of the heart.
Bobby held on as the woman’s body gave in. He could mentally kick himself as much as he wanted to later, but he was 99 percent sure that even if he’d scooped her up the minute he’d taken that thing’s head she wouldn’t have made it to the road, let alone the handful of miles back to Mystic Falls. That one percent chance was what would stick with him though … that and the woman’s blood under his nails.
He sat back as the life went out of her eyes, wincing as he reached out to close her eyes. The surroundings were different, the bullet in his noggin what had cost him his life in the end, but he’d been where she was now and those tiny signs of care still counted. It wasn’t like they showed you in the movies, you didn’t just vanish from the earth the minute you died, there was a process to it and he was gonna have to use that now to see if he could save another life.
The thing that had torn at her throat in its desperation to feed hadn’t just taken the woman from her car. Her things had been in the passenger’s side when he’d stumbled over it on his way back into Mystic Falls. Someone else had been driving. A quick scout of the roadside and the trail that had led up here had revealed churned up ground and a few clear footprints, but nothing to indicate where whoever had been with her had gone. She’d tried to talk after the things was dead, but nothing had been clear and in the end even breathing had been a struggle for her.
Looking up, Bobby glanced around what appeared to be an empty room. It wouldn’t have been. Somewhere in that space the woman’s spirit would’ve been lingering, waiting on the reaper tasked with taking her soul to either Heaven or Hell. He hoped for her sake it was gonna be up and not down.
Reapers tended to stay out of sight, but one would come. There was no guarantee it’d be someone who was familiar with either the Winchesters or him, so he waited until he was sure he felt a shift in the air just a minute after the woman had died. ”I know you’re there,” Bobby muttered as he pushed to his feet. ”I know she’s there too and I need her help. You wanna do me a favour and talk to her for me?” He waited a moment, scanning the room with narrowed eyes. ”Who was she with when this thing took her? Where did they go?” He gestured towards the headless vampire corpse on the floor, not wanting to freak the soul out any more than she probably already was.
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AGLAECA HELVIG
Reaper
Posts: 8
Age:
unknown
Occupation:
Information broker | hacker
Played by:
Rainn
Last seen Mar 24, 2024 7:20:22 GMT
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Post by AGLAECA HELVIG on Jan 21, 2024 10:25:59 GMT
During the past week, Aglaeca had been occupied with fulfilling her purpose. The reaper had been neglecting her duties for too long, which didn't sit well with her. Therefore, she made the decision to exert more effort. Although collecting souls wasn't particularly challenging, there were always individuals who resisted, plagued by regrets about their unfulfilled lives and the loved ones they left behind. Persuading those who were reluctant to depart proved to be a monotonous task. The storyline was almost always the same, and after the first few repetitions, it became tiresome. The reaper felt no sympathy in these situations. Everyone meets their demise eventually, with some departing earlier than others. There was never a moment when humans didn't pass away. They perished one after another like flies. Letting out a soft sigh, the red-haired reaper sensed another life fading. After surveying the surroundings, she teleported to a nearby location. Her eyebrow arched upon witnessing the scene before her. A man hovered over the dying individual, realizing the futility of his efforts. Instead of immediately attending to her duty, Aglaeca leaned against a tree, crossing her arms. Just quietly watching. The woman had a strong dislike for having bystanders around, as it usually meant trouble. If it wasn't the soul she needed to collect, it would be the man attempting to revive her. To avoid being seen by him or any other supernatural beings that may still be present, Aglaeca kept herself at a safe distance and remained invisible. It was clear that her death was not natural, as was constantly the case with deaths in Mystic Falls, which were often connected to the supernatural. Sensing that the man was human, Aglaeca decided to patiently wait for him to leave. There was no need to rush, as the soul wouldn't run away or hide from her. The man's gruff words caused the woman to let out an automatic sigh, realizing that her hopes of completing her task easily were crushed. As the man continued to talk about the dead woman, the reaper's gaze shifted to the soul, who was simply standing and staring at her own body. Not that anything will change by just staring at it. Would it be possible to keep quiet until he got impatient and left..? While staying in her position against the tree, Lacy did make herself visible to the humans. Both alive and dead. "Why should I care about your problems?" Head cocked slightly to the side. Red curls bouncing with the movement. "You are interrupting my work, meaning I am not inclined at all to even think about giving you some help." Humans are so ungrateful it puts the woman in a bad mood. Another sigh slipped through. " Besides What would I get in return?" Why not give him some hope? It's not that she has much better things to do - besides more soul collecting. The soul stayed close, clearly eager to be of help.
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BOBBY SINGER
Hunter
Posts: 108
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen Mar 7, 2024 20:16:43 GMT
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Post by BOBBY SINGER on Mar 2, 2024 15:26:17 GMT
Heaven and Hell might’ve been fighting over humanity since Lucifer had been cast out by his father, but no amount of battling had ever changed the natural order of things. Everything died in the end. It didn’t matter if you were an angel, a vampire, a fragile little human, something would get you in the end. When it did someone would come for you.
Bobby’s gaze swept the space around him, hearing the tick of invisible clock hands in his head, counting off the seconds until someone did this time. If the woman had been something supernatural herself a hellhound would’ve strolled in, flaming bright. They were supposed to keep the supernatural world secret, but going around like a walking funeral pyre sounded like one hell of a beacon to him. If she’d been human, and one look at the damage that hadn’t healed in any way, it’d be one of Death’s lap dogs instead. Probably giving it a moment to see if he’d fuck off before they swept in to scoop up the soul to either drop it upstairs, or down in Hell.
The feeling that he wasn’t alone continued to crawl over the back of his neck, lifting the short hair there. Blue eyes swept the room restlessly as he got to his feet. Calling them out wouldn’t mean that whoever was there would appear, there was probably an equal chance that they’d grab the soul and go, leaving that feeling to melt away. In a flicker of movement, the Reaper tore up those odds.
A redhead stood in front of him. If Dean had been here he’d likely have told her she was too pretty for a job like that, but Death didn’t work on an attractiveness scale when it came to hiring his people. It took more than a pretty face and a sharp tongue to convince souls to go with you when they were still wrapped in that shroud of shock that so often came with dying – especially the violent deaths that plagued this time.
His lips curled into a sharp smile as the Reaper cocked her head at him. ”Bobby Singer,” he shot at her, like his name alone would explain his sense of entitlement here. Death himself would’ve picked up on the name, but who knew how much this girl knew of the big man’s business. ”Since you’re still lurkin’ here, it don’t look like you’re doin’ much of a job to me,” he accused. That might all be down to the spirit though.
He puffed out a sigh, shaking his head. Death’s soldiers weren’t supposed to be materialistic. They were meant to follow in his deep footsteps, doing this to keep the natural order in balance. ”How about a gold star to show off to the boss for doin’ a good job?” He dragged a hand over his face, looking around again like he’d now spot the spirit standing right there.
”She wasn’t alone when that thing dragged her out of the car. She was the passenger and that means there’s someone else out here. Maybe they’re dead and they’re you’re next pick up, but maybe I can still help.” He wasn’t gonna add that the Reaper could still help, they hadn’t appeared overly altruistic so far. ”Since I can’t talk to her no more, you wanna ask exactly what happened?” Reapers probably weren’t supposed to play translator any more than they were meant to get involved in any other way, but by now Death probably owed the Winchesters a few favours he could try and trade in.
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