[ well this is downright hospitable, innit? john isn't used to being treated like a guest, especially not one who doesn't even have to put down the bad guys. well, yet. he rolls up his sleeves when he sees the soul at the gas station, starting a banishing spell when her gun goes off and he actually gasps, his eyes popping open wide. well, that's one way to do it. ]
I'm gonna have to get me one of those.
[ soft, he's quiet for the ride back, holding to the sides of the bike and not even commenting about riding bitch. there's something off about this whole thing, unnatural even moreso than most curses are. the trip back to the farmhouse goes by mostly in a blur for john, maybe that plane ride really had gotten to him. he's a bit listless a moment, but when she addresses him he smiles easily enough. ]
Load me up, luv. I could eat a sodding wagon wheel.
[ and there were a few of them around, actually, so don't tempt him. ]
[There was, technically, an empty bedroom in the house, and if Wynonna were an emotionally stable person capable of moving on, Willa's bedroom would be a guest room by now. But it's still that creepy homage to the little girl her sister never really got to be.
She sets down both of the pies in easy reach, along with couple paper plates, and taking a slice of the pepperoni.]
So. I was thinking. We know the curse is breakable. It's right in the whole- clause. I take out the rest of Wyatt's kills with Peacemaker, and it's over.
Instead of you trying to find a loophole- what if you just found them. Sixty-some odd Revenants. [She's too tired to actually do the math, but there's a list, and a tally in the office. He can see that later.] Trapped in a few thousand square miles.
Can you track them? You find where the biggest groups of them are hanging out. And we make this curse our bitch before Waves is old enough to be pulled further in than she already is. [There might be some slight fudging on her part about her ultimate motivator for breaking this curse, beyond it just making her life suck a whole lot of ass. At least for now. Keeping Waverly from "aging in to heirhood" was... totally believable.]
It ends if I take them all out. I just have to track 65 more Revenants who are scattered from Banf to Montana, shoot them, and just- don't die in the process. If I match all of Wyatt's kills before something else takes me out and resurrects them all when Waves turns 27.
[She's got a slice of each type of pizza now, and has them sandwiched together in the closest thing you can get to a calzone in Purgatory.]
Every other heir's just gotten ganked before he could take them out. Because all they've had was Peacemaker and whatever their daddies taught them. I have more than that. I've got Doc, and Dolls, and a really kickass sheriff's deputy who's currently shctupping my sister and thus inclined to keep me alive and out of jail. And now I've got whatever you're willing to bring to the table.
I'm not saying stop trying to find loopholes- if there is one, I want it, but- shit. I feel like I could actually do this.
[This would be a lot more of a compelling argument without the pizza sauce on her chin. Maybe.]
[ wow that was information overload. and for him that's saying something. maybe it really is the jetlag, but he's tempted to ask her to slow down, even as his eyes zero in on the spot of sauce distractedly. ]
Don't get cocky, luv. It never ends well with demons.
[ he would know. he's the cockiest. john leans forward, close enough that he's invading her space. and then he wipes the sauce off with the back of his hand and lifts his eyebrows, brushing it off on the hay he's currently sitting on. ]
The problem with locator spells is it's almost impossible to mask yourself when you're dealing in psychics. Or in this case, demons with psychic powers. In other words: if we can find them, they can find us.
Okay. Maybe a little over-ambitious. [She slumps a little, and opens another bottle of beer. The sauce-move gets him a raised eyebrow. There are about a handful of Types of Men who'd still flirt with her after some of the stuff she's admitted to, and most of those types are the kind to handle with caution. Not that she handles anything with caution.]
What about something smaller-scale. More direct. Can you tell how many Revenants are left in Purgatory? [Most of them, she's assuming, fled when she killed Bobo. The ones still in and around the town are either dumb enough to think they can take her own, or just that damn good at hiding- probably a mix of the two, really.]
If I can keep the town clear, that gives everyone a safer base of operations. Plus whatever slipped through the gate when Willa- when that happened. [When she shot her own sister. Justifiable homicide, maybe- but sororicide isn't exactly an easy thing to process. Or get over. Or not soak yourself in guilt and whiskey over.
Speaking of.] "I'm getting us something stronger."
[ he's not flirting but he is to be handled with care. i.e. not handled at all. if she knows what's good for her which no one ever seems to around him. john sighs as he finishes his slice, leaning back on his bum and setting the beer next to him on the ground. he could fall asleep right here, he might while she's gone, honestly. he can think of a few different ways to do what she says, but it's always been easier to track activity than demons directly. safer, too. ]
I had Zed make us a map of all the recent incidents in the Ghost River Triangle. That should give us a place to start.
[ right back to the good old scry map. but he waves her off, if it's a drinking kind of night then it's not a magic kind of night. even if he were inclined to drink and spell after all the mistakes he'd made, he's too knackered from the flight to trust himself anyway. ]
I never turn down a drink from a bird in distress. Call it self-preservation instinct.
[She hasn't introduced John to all of hers yet. Waverly was unavoidable, Dolls and Nicole will probably hate him, and best to let him and Doc maybe.. she doesn't know... sniff each other through a closed door like cats?
She sets the bottle down after fetching it from a crate. Somebody buys in bulk and/or lifts the occasional box from Shorty's. At least she only got one bottle for the two of them.]
We start when the hangover fades, then. [She clinks her beer bottle against the whiskey, throws the rest of the weaker drink back]
I'm not in distress. [She flops back down onto a hay bale, leaning forward with her elbows resting against her knees] I am the distress. [She pats Peacemaker, shoved into the side of her boot and smiles with a confidence just this side of crazy. But then, she's learned to lean in to what people expect of her.]
[ he doesn't even notice the crate because his eyes have drifted closed, resting. the clink of her bottles starts them open again. he nods his agreement to her terms, there is always a certain clarity that comes along with being truly snockered. ]
Of course. [ john says blandly, draining his beer in preparation for something heavier as well. ] Which is why you brought in the calvary.
[ he touches his chest in indication, more joke than not. but there's something else lurking beneath the surface, probably jealousy for her ability to ask for help when she needs it honestly. ]
I'll take whatever help I can get if it keeps this curse away from my sister. [Right. The sister. The sweet little nerd all wrapped up in the cozy blanket of true love. There's a fire in Waverly that maybe Wynonna can't see in her baby sister, or maybe the sister- who'd corrected some of John's Latin grammar earlier that day- is a convenient explanation. There are Looks between her and the really-should-be-dead-guy in the cowboy hat that hint at something a little more important even than Waves. Something no one's quite willing to tell John about yet- maybe even ever. Because even if he can break this curse with a snap of his fingers, she'll put one of Peacemaker's bullets in him before she risks anyone knowing how to find her daughter.]
Just try not to pass out with a cigarette in your mouth. I wasn't making it up about this being wildfire season. And I do not want you meeting our fire department.
[ he doesn't really think this is about wynonna's sister, but he's also not here to play family counselor. he holds out his hand for the bottle even while his eyes narrow at her commentary. ]
Pseudo-Masonic demon hunters who dressed like plague doctors who are not my biggest fans. Or they were. There's a pretty high turnover rate for Purgatory first responders, so...
[She shrugs a little.] The Revenants mostly congregate in the biker bars. And Pussy Willow's. The firehouse is consecrated ground. Not as good as the Homestead's ammolite bed for keeping them away, but it's enough to make them itch, at least.
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I'm gonna have to get me one of those.
[ soft, he's quiet for the ride back, holding to the sides of the bike and not even commenting about riding bitch. there's something off about this whole thing, unnatural even moreso than most curses are. the trip back to the farmhouse goes by mostly in a blur for john, maybe that plane ride really had gotten to him. he's a bit listless a moment, but when she addresses him he smiles easily enough. ]
Load me up, luv. I could eat a sodding wagon wheel.
[ and there were a few of them around, actually, so don't tempt him. ]
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She sets down both of the pies in easy reach, along with couple paper plates, and taking a slice of the pepperoni.]
So. I was thinking. We know the curse is breakable. It's right in the whole- clause. I take out the rest of Wyatt's kills with Peacemaker, and it's over.
Instead of you trying to find a loophole- what if you just found them. Sixty-some odd Revenants. [She's too tired to actually do the math, but there's a list, and a tally in the office. He can see that later.] Trapped in a few thousand square miles.
Can you track them? You find where the biggest groups of them are hanging out. And we make this curse our bitch before Waves is old enough to be pulled further in than she already is. [There might be some slight fudging on her part about her ultimate motivator for breaking this curse, beyond it just making her life suck a whole lot of ass. At least for now. Keeping Waverly from "aging in to heirhood" was... totally believable.]
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Well, sure I could, but that just makes it someone else's problem, doesn't it? [ namely, her offspring. ]
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[She's got a slice of each type of pizza now, and has them sandwiched together in the closest thing you can get to a calzone in Purgatory.]
Every other heir's just gotten ganked before he could take them out. Because all they've had was Peacemaker and whatever their daddies taught them. I have more than that. I've got Doc, and Dolls, and a really kickass sheriff's deputy who's currently shctupping my sister and thus inclined to keep me alive and out of jail. And now I've got whatever you're willing to bring to the table.
I'm not saying stop trying to find loopholes- if there is one, I want it, but- shit. I feel like I could actually do this.
[This would be a lot more of a compelling argument without the pizza sauce on her chin. Maybe.]
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Don't get cocky, luv. It never ends well with demons.
[ he would know. he's the cockiest. john leans forward, close enough that he's invading her space. and then he wipes the sauce off with the back of his hand and lifts his eyebrows, brushing it off on the hay he's currently sitting on. ]
The problem with locator spells is it's almost impossible to mask yourself when you're dealing in psychics. Or in this case, demons with psychic powers. In other words: if we can find them, they can find us.
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What about something smaller-scale. More direct. Can you tell how many Revenants are left in Purgatory? [Most of them, she's assuming, fled when she killed Bobo. The ones still in and around the town are either dumb enough to think they can take her own, or just that damn good at hiding- probably a mix of the two, really.]
If I can keep the town clear, that gives everyone a safer base of operations. Plus whatever slipped through the gate when Willa- when that happened. [When she shot her own sister. Justifiable homicide, maybe- but sororicide isn't exactly an easy thing to process. Or get over. Or not soak yourself in guilt and whiskey over.
Speaking of.] "I'm getting us something stronger."
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I had Zed make us a map of all the recent incidents in the Ghost River Triangle. That should give us a place to start.
[ right back to the good old scry map. but he waves her off, if it's a drinking kind of night then it's not a magic kind of night. even if he were inclined to drink and spell after all the mistakes he'd made, he's too knackered from the flight to trust himself anyway. ]
I never turn down a drink from a bird in distress. Call it self-preservation instinct.
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[She hasn't introduced John to all of hers yet. Waverly was unavoidable, Dolls and Nicole will probably hate him, and best to let him and Doc maybe.. she doesn't know... sniff each other through a closed door like cats?
She sets the bottle down after fetching it from a crate. Somebody buys in bulk and/or lifts the occasional box from Shorty's. At least she only got one bottle for the two of them.]
We start when the hangover fades, then. [She clinks her beer bottle against the whiskey, throws the rest of the weaker drink back]
I'm not in distress. [She flops back down onto a hay bale, leaning forward with her elbows resting against her knees] I am the distress. [She pats Peacemaker, shoved into the side of her boot and smiles with a confidence just this side of crazy. But then, she's learned to lean in to what people expect of her.]
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Of course. [ john says blandly, draining his beer in preparation for something heavier as well. ] Which is why you brought in the calvary.
[ he touches his chest in indication, more joke than not. but there's something else lurking beneath the surface, probably jealousy for her ability to ask for help when she needs it honestly. ]
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There are Looks between her and the really-should-be-dead-guy in the cowboy hat that hint at something a little more important even than Waves. Something no one's quite willing to tell John about yet- maybe even ever. Because even if he can break this curse with a snap of his fingers, she'll put one of Peacemaker's bullets in him before she risks anyone knowing how to find her daughter.]
Just try not to pass out with a cigarette in your mouth. I wasn't making it up about this being wildfire season. And I do not want you meeting our fire department.
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Why? Who are they? Revenants?
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[She shrugs a little.] The Revenants mostly congregate in the biker bars. And Pussy Willow's. The firehouse is consecrated ground. Not as good as the Homestead's ammolite bed for keeping them away, but it's enough to make them itch, at least.