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Who: Ellen or Porthos and EVERYONE
Where: Ellen: Bar, mostly
Porthos: Outside, wandering, or the library
When: The length of the event.
Rating: PG?
Summary: Catch all for my people.
The Story: OOC:

Ellen: She'll mostly be in the bar, and there will be songs playing. REO, Bon Jovi, Lynyrd Skynyrd, CCR, AC/DC... She might even have some jazz going (Ella Fitzgerald is her fave).

She'll also be shimmying around and being THE BEST BARTENDER EVER. EVAR.

Porthos: Porthos doesn't like Wonderland, but he's got good wine, some heartier drinks and will be wandering around outside, breaking into raunchy tavern songs at random times. Yep.

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"Demons and angels," Natasha echoes, her expression a mix of skepticism and curiosity. She'd heard mention - briefly - of something along those lines her first day here, but little else since then. "So that's actually a thing we have to worry about here?"

Ellen hooks her foot around a stool and drags it closer. She settles down and braces her chin on her hand, not drinking for a change. "Archangel Michael's here, as well as at least one other. Gabriel and Lucifer were here when I got here but got sent home." She shrugs. "It's a reality in my world. The demons... Meg's the one to watch out for. Dunno the others that well, but they can't be trusted either."

None of them can, but really doesn't the word 'demon' imply that?

First a world with werewolves and Hunters, now one with angels and demons. If these were a widely accepted knowledge in other worlds, it almost made hers seem tame in comparison. Unless they did exist and were just much better at hiding.

"Somehow the idea of putting angels and demons in the same place doesn't sound like a good idea," Natasha comments, taking another sip of her vodka. The names are ones she recognizes, even though she's not overly religious. Well, the angels, at least. "But they're the Biblical versions of angels and demons, then?" As far as she knew, they appeared in multiple religions, but she didn't have a lot of details off the top of her head.

Maybe that library would be useful after all...

Hunters are a thing in Ellen's world too. Along with werewolves. Just not the type that are here. Ellen sighs and shrugs. "Not my choice, though the demons seem to behave and at least leave the angels alone."

She sips her coffee and frowns for a minute. "Yes and no. You talking wrath of God you're not going to find it here." Wrath of Michael was probably completely separate. "Demons... For the most part, they'll try to talk you into a deal. Not sure how it works here, but I'm also not keen on finding out. Dealt with hellhounds once, didn't like it."

"I... don't think I'd blame you. They hardly sound pleasant." Natasha makes a face at the mention of Hellhounds. "Don't make a deal with demons. Got it." She wondered if that also applied to Asgardians. Or whatever they were supposed to be considering Loki these days. The warning should probably be heeded either way.

"Anything else that goes bump in the night I should be worried about?" she asked as she takes another sip of her vodka.

Ellen frowns for a minute. She won't out the kids, but a warning can't go amiss. "There's at least one vampire here, and more than one werewolf. Holy water for the former, and just don't piss 'em off, for the latter." She reaches down and scoops up the cat, tucking it into her hood, so the thing leaves her alone.

"Can teach you how to ward against demons and vamps if you're interested."

"I knew about the werewolves. The vampire's news though." She looks thoughtful as she digests that. "Holy water? Is that something you can get here? Forgive me, I'm not the overly religious sort. And I'd be very interested, yes" Natasha confesses, glancing over at Ellen with a crooked grin. New methods of defense - even against the supernatural - were always useful. "Is it something anyone can do?"

Ellen snorts. She remembers getting almost bitten by the asshole. unfortunately, she hadn't had a machete on her at the time, or he would have been dead.

"Anyone can make holy water or put up the warding. All it takes is believing it'll work." She shrugs. "I know it does."

Ellen gets up and disappears into the back, before coming out, carrying a sack. "First line of defense." She puts a sack of salt on the bar. "Most things supernatural can't pass a salt line. The old tales about it purifying things? Aren't just stories."

Natasha knows a lot of old folklore and legends. She'd just never thought any of it would be applicable to real life.

She nods as Ellen explains that, a frown on her face as she tries to remember other things lurking in her memory that might also be true. "Doors and windows? Or a circle?" She's thinking more practically now, how you could use salt as a barrier for protection.

"So making holy water doesn't require any religions?" That sounded strange to her, but what did she know?

"Doors and windows keep 'em out. Circle keeps them either in one place or you trapped." She shrugs. "Depends on what you want."

Ellen's been doing this a long time.

"It requires Latin, and a crucifix, but it requires belief that it'll work." Ellen's always believed that. She's not sure it's true, but it can't hurt.

"Makes sense," Natasha comments, filing that away, but the latter part gets a surprised look from her. "You know Latin?" It's not something she comes across often, and there's a flicker of respect as she nods. "The belief might be a tricky thing the first few times until its proven to work."

Ellen smiles slightly. "Know enough to use a few spells, make holy water, and a few other bits and bobs here and there." She knows more than she's letting on, but then, Latin is a dead language.

"I can make it if you want. Not a big deal." She shrugs. "I make my own now and again."

Of course it is. Which is why she's impressed. There's not a lot of people who can even claim that much.

"Does it still work even if I'm not sure I can believe in it? Or is that a necessary... Ingredient doesn't seem like the right word, but maybe in a way it is, isn't it?"

Ellen thinks about it for a minute, putting the vodka bottle where Natasha can get it. She chews it over before she finally speaks,

"I was raised to believe it would work." Ellen finally says. "Not sure if it's necessary. It might not be." She shrugs. "Too bad we don't have a handy demon to try it out on and have to 'play nice'." Ellen doesn't like it and it's obvious.

"We're playing nice with the demons as well?" That's interesting information. "Good to know. And one I can sympathize with."

She pokes the bag of salt with a finger, her lips quirking in a rueful grimace. "Pity that this probably doesn't work on Norse gods."

"They stay on their side, I won't rig up ways of salting and hosing them with holy water. And we won't see what happens when a demon is exorcised." Ellen shrugs. "Sure, they can hurt me, but I've got more at my disposal."

And if they touch her, the werewolves wouldn't take it kindly. Demon versus werewolf. That sounded like bad late night TV.

"Nah, to kill gods you need white ash, usually. Why? Wanna kill one?"

"White ash?" She's surprised that there's actually a known way of slaying a Norse god. Then again, demons and angels and vampires and werewolves, why not?

"You really know of a way to kill a Norse god. That's... You must come from a very strange place. Although yes. Sort of. I'm not sure it would work the same way, when the one I'm thinking of is from my world, not yours. And his godhood is... questionable. He's here, and he's caused a lot of trouble back home." Understatement. "He hasn't done anything here yet, even approached some of us in a surprisingly neutral manner. But I like having all my bases covered, just in case."

Ellen gets up. "Be right back."

Takes her five minutes, but when she comes back it's with a steaming basket of french fries and onion rings, and a large stake. She puts the basket down and drops the stake on the bar, before taking her seat again.

"Gotta be coated in lamb's blood. Where I'm from? White ash stake, coated in lamb's blood. The Norse, all the African deities, considered demi-gods. This is how you stop 'em." Ellen shrugs. "Boys ran into what they thought was one once."

Natasha steals an onion ring to munch on before picking up the stake, examining it with careful intensity. There's nothing special about it, except she's feeling like it's something better served in an episode of Buffy than against someone like Loki.

"Why?" she finally asked after a moment, turning the stake over in her hands as she cast Ellen a curious glance. "Why white ash and why lambs blood? Is there a reason for that combination?"

Ellen munches on a few fries before shrugging. "Never understood the reasoning behind most of the things we use. Why does silver kill a shapeshifter? Why doesn't a stake through the heart kill a vampire, but they get sick from dead man's blood?" She doesn't know everything, but she's okay with that.

"It's probably got something to do with affinities." She waves an onion ring. "Certain deities have certain affinities. Loki, and all tricksters, don't have an affinity to white ash, or something. Salt's easier."

"Wait, a stake through the heart doesn't work?" Natasha looks both surprised and bemused by that. "Damn. Someone better tell Buffy she's doing it wrong. I've never heard about the blood thing though. Not that I'm an expert in vampire lore."

She blinks at the mention of that very specific name, going carefully still for a moment before purposefully reaching for another fry. "You know Loki?"

Ellen shakes her head. "Back home it doesn't. Only way to kill a vamp is to decapitate them." She gets up to pour herself more coffee. "And they're just as fast and as lethal as the legends say, meaning you have to get up close and personal. Sunlight doesn't work either."

Buffy had it damned easy. Sunlight and stakes. That would be a lot easier than having to go hand to hand with them and chop off their head.

Ellen sips her coffee. "Boys ran into a trickster claiming to be Loki a couple times, why?"

"Damn." Natasha takes a moment to contemplate that. "Sounds like it would be a pain in the ass." Doable, but still a pain in the ass. "Remind me not to visit wherever you come from. It sounds about as much like a vacation as this place. Although I admit, the challenge of it sounds intriguing."

"Claiming to be?" That's a very specific word choice and Natasha doesn't let it pass. "So he wasn't actually Loki."

"Most things were a pain in the ass one way or another." Because trying to figure out which violent death had led to the spirit, plus finding the grave, plus... none of it was easy.

Ellen shrugs easily. "Nope." She's not telling who he was, though, because that's a can of worms she's not sure she's ready to open.

"You make a good point," Natasha drawls with wry humor, taking another long swallow of her drink. She flicked a glance at Ellen out of the corner of her eye, then chuckled. "I don't know whether to congratulate you on your near miss or worry that you found something worse."