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@likeholy / ?

/ here and @wiccaanways pls! 

[ jack’s head tilts, eyes lit up yet narrowed at the other’s presence. the other’s voice caused a pit to form in his stomach, not out of fear but simply familiarity. he couldn’t put his finger on it, but everything about him felt eerie. it was hard to remember every demon he’d ever encountered. ] i’m a darling in hell— so that isn’t surprising. you, on the other hand— [ he walks over to the demon; the air around him feels thick and hot with a pungent scent of rotting flesh. old demons can be parasitic on the people they possess. Still, some of them enjoyed robbing the living mind of their personhood, trapping them in an endless torture they could only escape once their body dies, are clearly forgettable. [ he turns to face nat, nodding. his hands hold his shoulders, his sleeves drenched in sweat. his eyes close as he starts to incant a spell to force the demon to reveal himself and make it easier to cast him out. ] 

@wiccaanways  [nat’d ignore the physical strain it gave—like energy being pulled from her.  her telekinetic force bound the restraints tighter until they bit into skin—the chains wrapped around metal twice. .  she’ll apologize for it later when it was over…/if/ it was over]  they’re tight enough..  [the demon in it’s vessel reacted.  not with an outburst but with a smile that pulled too far    ‘i know you...’   the voice of it was raw and deep; an unnatural thing that had no place in the body it possessed.   … then the smile dropped.  nat paid no attention to it or tried to.  she turned adjacent to jack instead]    the last time we tried he injured one and almost killed another… if you can’t—[she stops herself and tries again,  remembering who they were] —just don’t fail.  

[ it was surprising to see the state of the place she kept the man, it reeked of sweat and blood, and he could practically feel the walls crumbling at the seems. this had to be a secret— no one could know this man was here or exactly how nat was able to resolve this. ] i can make him talk. [ his voice even and controlled despite the nature of what he was about to suggest. ] the demon inside him is an old one (…) hopefully weak. [ the weaker the demon the less painful it would be to burn through his mind and get answers; and more importantly their true name. ] are those restraints tight enough? 

@dearprey [‘just sore’.  nat accepts the answer with a curt nod, before her own eyes fell down to her hand—fingers awkwardly massaging the space where those thin silver rings she never went without lied absent in that space. she didn’t bring them with her]  i’m sorry i didn’t come sooner.  the society is never late to answer the call—i didn’t do that…i failed you.   

[ he debates on his own response,  brows raising then relaxing.  the door slowly widens on its own as he stands in the doorway. ]    definitely better.  just sore,  is all.  

@dearprey [her smile came and went—almost a nonverbal apology for being here in the first place]    … how’re you feeling?

@lacrymosas [the iron door flew off its hinges and landed with a loud, heavy thud.  orange—gold mist retracts, seeping back into her palm & taking the bright glow in her fingertips with it]    …you’re gonna need a new scan card. (and door)

━━━  【  @likeholy  】       ،،      ‘  trust  me,      heroic  credit  is  about  this — ’     leaning  to  one  side  slightly,      stiles  leaves  his  palm  face  down,     hovering  a  couple  feet  off  the  ground     ‘  —  high  on  my  priority  list  right  now.      see,      there's  this  wild  thing  called  trust   —   crazy,      i  know   —   and  unfortunately,      i  need  to  see  something  to  proof  of  it  before  i  hand  over  the  secret  sauce  for  obliterating  a  bunch  of  higher  beings.     this  little  exchange  isn't  exactly  standard  procedure,     y'know.  ’

@sektrjc  [at that, natasha rolled her eyes. her hand dropped—patience worn thin.  there were easier ways to go about this; she could have him in the air, take the oil from him—leave him there if she wanted to but that was not the society way… for some reason]    we’re on the same side.   you’d be getting yourself into nothing but partial heroic credit. 

━━━  【  @likeholy  】       ،،      HANDS  IN  HIS  POCKETS,      STILES'  SHOULDER  RISES  IN  A  ONE-SIDED  SHRUG.     ‘  i  dunno,  ’     he  says,     casual,      as  if  they  were  talking  about  condiment  options  on  a  hotdog  instead  of  the  equivalent of  supernatural-deterring  magma  fuel.     ‘  i  could  come  up  with  one  and  a  half  dozen  reasons  off  the  top  of  my  head.     just  wanna  know  what  i'm  getting  myself  into  here.  ’

/   skis down a small hill before crashing into you

/  mayyybeeee curious or post action? 

∗   intrigued