when I was young and moving fast, nothing slowed me down

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Who: River Tam and the various people who have plotted things
Where: Around and about the mansion
When: Duration of the event!
Rating: Lets call it M to be safe.
Summary: River Tam Makes Bad Decisions (also some good ones too)
The Story:

[[ooc: threads below, if you don't get one made and we planned something - go ahead and make your own!]]

Comments

8/5; crowley

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[ It's the first time in quite a while where she hasn't been actively trying to get herself into trouble. Things never work out that well though, and obviously it just means she winds up with more problems than usual.

To be fair though, it's Hellhounds. It's not like any of them are going to get out of this clean, and River really is doing her best. Now that she actually has a weapon that does some good she's less worried, but there still is the small problem of not being able to see anything. Still, it's better than nothing. Meg's blade in hand, she keeps carefully navigating her way through the mansion.

Crowley is a welcome sight and she visibly relaxes when she sees him. It doesn't last long though, the tell tale snarl behind her is just a little more important than a friendly reunion, and she turns sharply to face the empty hall way. It's damn hard to fight something you can't see, but she's sure as hell going to try. ]

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[ By now, Crowley's had to kill quite a few dogs to keep himself and the people who are worth it safe. The iron poker is easy enough to gut them with, even if he has to use caution not to touch it himself and the leather glove is getting rather annoying.

He hasn't seen River since this started and he's relieved to see that she's alright. She's just the sort of crazy that might try to make friends with the things and while Crowley can get along with some of them fine, he hasn't seen any of them react all that well to humans.

His smile is short-lived when he sees River, though, as he sees the great big hound before it even makes a peep. ]

River, get behind me.

[ He moves swiftly to her, trying to maneuver himself between her and the hound as he keeps eye contact with it. ]

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[ River glances between the end of that empty hall and Crowley, and frowns as she follows his line of sight. It's specific, so much more than hers, and she actually realises then that he can see them.

There isn't really time to question it though, with the beast at the end of the hallway and Crowley telling her to get back, she almost protests. Almost, because these things really do scare the hell out of her. Rather than argue, she just takes a few quick steps backwards, and after only a brief hesitation she holds the angel blade out to him. She's seen this thing in action, she knows it's effective. ]

Would this work better?

[ It's hard not to be worried though, mostly because he is. It's not a good sign, after all> Crowley is never worried. ]

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[ Crowley glances back at the blade, a grin overtaking his face. ]

Damn right, it will.

[ He takes it, holding out the poker for her, just in case.

There's no exact point he can pinpoint when he started to care about River. Before Dean messed around with his very being, he'd already been surprisingly fond of her. Now, she's part of the mixed up jumble of feelings that come and go like the weather.

With the beast bearing down on them, there's no time to get rid of the pesky leather glove he's been using to hold the iron, so he just keeps a tight grip. ]

Easy, boy.

[ The hellhound growls, padding towards Crowley with its hackles raised, and Crowley stands his ground. You've got to show a dog who's boss. Backing up only makes it see you as weak. ]

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[ She's happy to make the trade for the poker, gripping it with both hands and brandishing it in the same direction that Crowley is looking. She's a step back from him, half hidden behind him as she stares at the source of the growl blankly. There's something all the more terrifying about the adversary that can't be seen, and for all her bravado River is a little relieved to have someone more qualified here. ]

What do they look like?

[ It's a quiet question, just a hushed little whisper that she barely thinks about. Trust her of all people to be curious about their appearance just before being set upon by beasts that have literally torn her friends apart. It's quiet though, and she holds the poker a little tighter as she squints down the hallway again.

...There isn't much time for silence before River's quiet whisper is interrupting again, this time with a new question. ]

Has he listened to you?

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They look like dogs. Bit ugly, but they can be sweet when they're not trying to tear you apart and eat you for dinner.

[ Before he can answer her second question, it leaps at him and he swipes the angel blade at it, getting in a shallow cut on it's face that only makes it angry.

Its blood drips on the ground from its invisible form just a few feet away and then it leaps again, this time with no warning.

Crowley reaches behind him and shoves River hard just as the hound's claws rip through his clothes and dig into his chest. Before he can even react to the pain, he's falling backwards under its weight and it closes its great jaw over Crowley's throat, tearing at the skin and muscle. ]

Run!

[ It's all he can manage to choke out as he meets River's eyes. ]