Ellen Harvelle (
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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.
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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"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."
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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?
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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.
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"I can make it if you want. Not a big deal." She shrugs. "I make my own now and again."
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"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?"
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"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.
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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."
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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?"
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"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."
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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."
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"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?"
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"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."
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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?"
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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?"
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"Claiming to be?" That's a very specific word choice and Natasha doesn't let it pass. "So he wasn't actually Loki."
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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.
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She remembers the smell of brimstone on the hounds, the stench of its breath, the... Ellen refuses to go down that road, though. She's staying in the here and now.
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"Thor?"
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"Archangel was pretending to be Loki. His brother, Lucifer, is here and beyond dangerous." Michael too, but he's the General of Heaven. He'll be fine.
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She sighs and pulls out a bottle of whisky, downing a couple of shots before continuing. "You watch yourself around him. He's an archangel with a grudge. From what I can tell, it's against humanity." She pours herself more whisky because damn she hates talking about Lucifer. "I don't know what he's going to do while he's here, but it can't be good."
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Ellen knows better than to just assume. That could come back and bite her in the ass a lot, later.
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