Robin Wood (
principal) wrote in
knightsoflegend2015-01-08 07:42 pm
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chicago ♔ subscribe me not to darkness

♬ To Darkness - Mumford and Sons
WHO || Buffy Summers, Sam Winchester, Robin Wood [closed]
WHAT || Buffy accompanies Sam to Chicago, seeking answers about Dean's past... and the fate of the version of Sam from this world
WHERE || Chicago, USA
WHEN || Late-October [back-dated]
HOW || Actionspam
Sam Winchester has not a very easy time of this world.
Most of the reasons for which, it seems, can be traced back to the fact that there was another Sam Winchester native to this dimension. One who somehow managed to alienate his brother Dean to the point where he almost murdered Sam on sight, and it's been a very slow, uphill battle ever since to get Dean to say more than two non-hostile words in a row to him.
An uphill battle that's going too slowly for Sam's taste.
Upon googling his own name and doing some research in hunter circles, he learned more and more disturbing facts - including the fact that he and Dean from this world were held responsible for the deaths of Jo & Ellen Harvelle, and Bobby Singer. Distraught by what he'd learned, he shared the facts with his new friend, Buffy, who agreed to travel with him to Chicago tracing down one of the only leads they have on finding out more about what happened, since Dean doesn't seem inclined to share.
And so off they go to Chicago - home to some of Buffy's own demons - to check out the Hunter's bar run by Robin Wood.

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[He looks pretty resolute in that.]
Whatever I did? I have to own that if I'm going to make up for it, or keep it from happening again. If they find out I'm lying, then they'll definitely never talk to me.
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[ Just saying. Her head starts to tilt like haaaayyyyy but then she sighs and lets it go. ]
I see your point. [ They'll find out. It's a matter of when. So she resolves to accept it. ] Sam Winchester it is. But if this ends in a brawl, I'm calling dibs on the pool cue.
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Deal.
[He looks briefly through the door she's holding open (who's the man here?) before he exhales a breath and finally steps through into the bar, trying to shake off his nerves.
As his eyes adjust to the different light, he takes a look around, taking stock of the people inside (spot...6 lol HE'S PREOCCUPIED)]
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the place has an old feel to it, the building a little worn down, and someone's best efforts to keep it spruced up are obviously a losing battle. there's maybe about twelve patrons in here, in various stages of drinking at the bar, hanging out in dark booths having hushed conversations, or playing pool. at the moment, no one's tending bar, but the door behind it looks ajar, so they might just be getting something.
no one looks up when they enter. ]
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Just act casual, right? Like they belong here.]
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She turns her head towards the door, trying to listen in on the conversations of the scattered patrons, catch even the slightest hint. ]
I count twelve. [ Said in the voice of "I could take them if I had to." ] What do you think: divide and conquer?
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[As glad as he is for her confidence, he's still not looking for anything even kind of resembling a fight.]
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To the right side of the room! Towards the dark booths. Which is good because Sam must be better at playing pool, right? She smiles vapidly. ]
Anyone know where to find a bartender around here?
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[ An amicable smile joins the deference. The kindness in it is honest enough—she's seen weirder at Nightscape—even if it's slightly hollow for other reasons. She's never liked this brainless blonde thing, but NOVA gave her a fair amount of practice—and a good idea of what people expect from her. ]
But there's no one there. How am I supposed to be make any friends here if I can't buy them shots because the bartender's being all King of Nowheresville?
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Well … I'm sure he won't mind if I go out there to check and make sure nothing nasty got to him.
[ In a hunter bar, it's probably obvious what she means. But she turns to start behind the bar towards the open door all the same. She doesn't hesitate, because any look in Sam's direction just SEEMS LIKE TALKING HE'S FINE. ]
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[ Buffy shrugs her shoulders, gesturing out at her sides a little with her hands. She sucks at undercover. Act dropped with the appearance of a nice, private back room. ]
I just need a minute alone with somebody who frequents this place—see, I didn't want my friend out there overhearing, and you seemed like the obvious choice.
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... Buffy?
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Two quick blinks are followed by arching eyebrows and a slackening jaw. The dumbfounded look is joined by an equally articulate expression, ] … Bzuh?
[ commercial break ]
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[ he considers for a second, then adds: ] Though if any world could use a Slayer...
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You … You know me?
[ And then straight onto the offensive. ]
How do you know about Slayers? How do you know about me?
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I guess I don't need to return the introduction.
[ Beat. ]
Which, for the record? Is still weird. And creepy. And ... I don't like it.
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[ Let's get that out right away, and maybe he'll understand the reaction. ]
They don't tend to bring good news.
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That's one way of putting it. I'm sorry, I just … Obviously we knew each other, but how? How do you know about the, [ She looks around, flustered briefly. Her cheeks puff out with air. ] —Slayer thing? It seems like everyone I meet knows more about me than I do.
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