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Who: Adam Milligan (

halfwinchester) and anyone!
Where: Library. (Or anywhere, if you'd like to set a thread somewhere else.)
When: All of August, excluding events or player plots. Any day of the week.
Rating: PG for now!
Summary: Adam's still studying up on the family business when he has the time. You might run into him and learn for yourself just how loud mastiffs can snore when they're snoozing.
The Story:

_{[If you're looking for Adam and he's not frequenting Jo's training room, the clinic, or his apartment, he has two other possible haunts. Walking his mastiff outdoors around the mansion is one. Cooper the dog? Big fan of rolling in grass. And fertilizing the grass. Hopefully not at the same time.

The other possibility is the library, a place that's become something of a second home since Adam's taken an interest in buffing up his supernatural education. If it's free (and provided the library doesn't see fit to redecorate on him), he takes a table out of the way of the general hustle and bustle, always with a notebook on hand to take down information. Over the last month or so, coming to the library is part of his routine, something he does at least a few times a week, sometimes to even eat lunch while he reads.

Cooper is no stranger to the place, either. You might just see a mastiff's hindquarters poking out from beneath the table if you happen to pass them by as Adam's faithful companion takes an afternoon nap. Dogs can take an interest in the library, too.

In the neighborhood? Maybe you want to drop by for a little monster-themed study group.]}

_{(OOC: Consider this a catch-call for any "downtime" Adam has in and around Wonderland events this month. If you'd like to run into him by using this prompt or starting a new one, this log is open for business!)}

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_{[The event didn't have a poor sense of humor with you, did it?

Adam doesn't flinch, but he presses his lips together a little more firmly, reaching for the control his time in Wonderland has taught him. Does this kid know? Could he possibly know? It seems unlikely someone could drop a line like that around him and not mean it in a taunting way.

Of course the event had been in all kinds of bad taste for Adam, because if there's one thing he loathes more than Lucifer's Cage and the people who'd left him in that prison, it's the creatures who'd sweet-talked him out of Heaven and put him on the path to his own damnation. The demons had just been a bonus, a reminder of what Adam could have (could still) become. And it'd been thanks to Death that Dean had been able to make his Sophie's Choice and choose Sam. A relation of Nico's in another world, maybe?

He tries not to get bitter over the question. There's enough awkwardness coming from Nico's end without that.]}

I didn't grow a pair of horns or a halo, if that's what you mean.

_{[And with that, Adam's uncertain what else to add. The way Nico looks at him makes him uncomfortable, like his skin is translucent and everything inside him, down to his soul, is visible to the naked eye.

He shifts; the chair creaks.]}

What's up with you?

_{[The question covers any and all questions, Nico can take his pick what he wants to think Adam's asking. How did the event treat you? What are you looking for in the library? Why do you look like you've seen a ghost this time?]}

[ when the question comes, Nico finds himself a little embarrassed, as though he was a child again that had been caught doing something he wasn't supposed to. really, Adam could have been asking about any number of things, but Nico automatically assumes that it's just from how Nico's been watching him.

he steps closer, putting his books down on the table so he doesn't have to carry them, but doesn't sit. Adam may know what he is, and who his father is, but it doesn't mean he has any idea of what Nico's capable of. why it unsettles most people to be in close quarters to him, why he looks at certain people for too long, too hard. ]

Sorry.

[ sometimes, it feels like an invasion of privacy. his ability to read people and what happened to them after death. because it's personal, it's so personal. everyone should be left to have died in the manner they did without someone else being able to read it as though it was written down for them. ]

I... can sense things about people. Certain things. [ he huffs out a bit of a sigh; there's no point in stepping around it. ] Death. I can sense death around people.

Because... you're staring like I've got something on my face?

_{[Helpfully, Adam fills in the blank for him. Though he hopes he's wrong, he's already got a feeling the death kid's reaction has something to do with him, not just who he happens to resemble, the same intuition that tells him something bad is about to happen. Just like how he can't look at a non-human the same way because of his experiences with them, when a demi-god who knows about death and the afterlife looks at him... It can't bode well. And it doesn't. The moment Nico says "certain things," he knows.

They both know.

Adam's gaze flicks down to the table, but he looks back up soon after. It's one of those unavoidable things, what's happened. He hasn't had a choice but to wrestle the memories; they're always there, always lurking underneath his conscious mind. Compared to an angel like Castiel, Nico practically wins an award for tact.]}

Oh. Yeah. If you can tell that about a person, I guess I've got a few merit badges.

_{[He's chooses flippancy over seriousness. It keeps the both of them from being put on the spot.

It's not like dying is a new thing around here, anyway.]}

Your death senses are only tingling now?

[ regardless of if Adam allows it to roll off his back like it's nothing, Nico still feels some measure of guilt for it. he shouldn't be able to know this about someone; it's one of the few abilities he doesn't appreciate. after all, it isn't like it's useful or helpful, all it does is step all over someones private matters.

still, Adam's an interesting one, to say the least. sad, though. definitely sad. it makes Nico thankful for the Underworld; things like that wouldn't happen to a person in his world. small blessings, right. ]

Well- Yeah, only now. I guess at the party everything was a little muted, if that makes sense. I could feel like something was off, but I had no way to place what it was.

[ Nico presses his hands flat atop his books, al though he's hesitating on what he wants to say next. ]

Is that why you had questions about souls?

_{[If Nico had been the same "Death" Castiel had mentioned, the one who had the power to pull him from Hell and had instead made Dean choose between him and Sam, then yeah, Nico should feel guilty. He'd deserve to feel all the pain Adam felt, multiplied by a thousand. He deserved a lot more than the punishment one could expect in the Cage.

But Adam can't penalize someone for being from a different world. Or even that they have a death sense, he supposes.]}

Off, huh. _{[He repeats the words thoughtfully, turning back to face his books.]} Now you know.

_{[The kid can stop wondering what more there is to Adam besides just his face, then. He'd died, he'd gone to Hell, it's over now, show's over.

... He knows it'll never really be over, not so long as his soul is the way it is, and being reminded of his question about souls leaves him vaguely uncomfortable. Nico hadn't been the only one off of his game that night; Adam wouldn't have asked if his usual sense of caution had been intact. You didn't just ask a strange Greek demi-god about the state of your soul.

His gaze wanders, not settling on any one spot.]}

Hell left me with a lot of questions. Guys like you didn't come along until after I was out; no one bothered to give me a guidebook for when someone damns your soul.

_{[Adam assumes that if Nico can tell that he'd died, he can tell how Adam had died. The two blur together. Dying, Hell, wanting to die... it's all the same.]}

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