Holding Down The Fort

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Who:Dean Winchester [viva_la_impala],Rizelle [marionetteweb],Russia [sunflowersunday],Nikki [rvolutionaryboy],Saffron[cunningcleavage] and Anyone Else Who Shows Up
WhereThe Main Foyer/Hall
When:During all the Hullabaloo
Rating:R for mouths,mirrors,and violence [preemptive]
Summary:Dean is holding down the fort, Mad Martigan style.
the Story:

Dean wasn't one to swallow lectures while holding his tongue, but he figured Sam had been entitled when he'd gone off on Dean about getting himself killed by ghosts. The younger Winchester often railed agaisnt the older, but it was usually a verbal sparring match. This time Dean had kept the biting sarcasm back, or rather he hadn't had to, it wasn't there. He owed it to Sam to let his brother worry. He'd have done the exact same thing. And it was Sam's angry puppy eyes that had made Dean promise to say on the "real" side of the mirrors.

Besides, he had a plan. Using pieces of scrap metal he'd pawned from the vendors Dean had fashioned a Knight of Mirrors type outfit. The way he figured it, mirrors would come at him, see their reflections in one of the shiney surfaces and poof!back to their own side. At least in theory that was what was supposed to happen.

Still, he kept a number of hand mirrors on himself, including on looped around is wrist with a leather thong so it couldn't be knocked from his hand. It was his job to hold down the fort here, he'd made that promise to Haruhi and goddamn he was going to do it. He'd set up base camp in the Main Hall. It just seemed like the place where shit might start. A chair and a cooler full of beer, soda, and sandwhiches sat beside his private arsenal. This was going to be a long vigil.

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Dean sighed. "It was a theoretical idea. I'm beginning to think it was retarded. It's not practical. It's just shiney." Scowling he began to unfasten the straps and take the damn thing off. It was a good deal cooler and more comfortable without it. The suit was only a simulcrum of what armor aught to have looked like, and had been cobbled together in a hurry. Rizelle was perfectly correct in observing that it wouldn't stand up under harsh contact. In fact, now that he looked at it, Dean was sure it was likely to have fallen apart on its own, regardless of any sort of beating it might recieve. Giving the scrap pile a swift kick he turned to look at the demon and her spiders, trying once again to repress the chills.

The arachnids moved as if they'd been trained to do so, which for all Dean knew they very well could have. It was useful to have spies that could get into such small places unnoticed. "I appreciate the help. There's really no way to know who the mirrors are, but if your spiders are looking out for odd behavior it might be easier."

[OOC:Debating moving all this to one thread. Blarg.Must do.]

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[OOC:Nevermind. All happening at different times.]

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"You're welcome, then. I'm just happy I could do something, however small, against that Queen." Rizelle mentally checked through the eyes of her spiders, one by one; the few that she'd brought only showed her what they could of the main hall, and the others that she'd left in the sixth floor corridor and in the corners near the staircase had similarly mundane things to display. Nothing of interest was happening where they were at for the moment, it seemed. She formed a command to some of her brood to relocate themselves, give her a wider viewing range, and she knew that they would do just that without her having to monitor their progress. She'd made them, so the spiders could do no other thing besides what she wished.

"....Until I find someone from the other side, would I be intruding terribly on you if I just stayed here?" Rizelle really had nowhere else to go, and hadn't been in contact with any other resident very much for....a long time. Making small talk with the mirror-suit man seemed just as good an idea as anything else. But, then again, those shudders from him, though expected, weren't quite inviting.

"If I make you uncomfortable, feel free to say so and I'll be off."