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Talk Nerdy To Me
Name's Veronica Brennan. I'm a freelance writer, professional hacker, (and unwitting shapeshifter) who spends most of her time roaming the US & trying (unsuccessfully) to stay out of trouble. ((Indi SPN OC Multiverse blog. Mun is 21+. FC is Zooey D.))

wynterdavenport:

itsallaboutthepentiums:

Ronnie offered the woman a grateful smile.  It was nice to know she wasn’t the only one who did that.  As they moved through the building, she couldn’t help but marvel at all the bits and pieces Wynter has stored here.  It was a good thing she’d covered up - there was no telling what was made of silver and what wasn’t back here.  And with her kuck she’d wind up brushing against the one things that could give her away.  Playing a bit nervously with her gloves, she followed the woman.

“Wow…you’ve got a whole treasure trove of stuff back here,” the shifter commented with a chuckle.  “Might seem a bit messy…but something tell you you just might be one of those ‘method to my madness’ kind of people.  Am I right?”  As they arrived at a large table scattered with books, papers, and even some scrolls, her eyes widened.  “Woah… you weren’t kidding.  Fortunately, I’ve got an app that should make digitizing all of this fairly easy.  Then we can correlate it with what my system’s been digging though”  With a nod at the woman’s request, Ronnie sat, making sure she didn’t accidentally knock anything over as she did so.  “Alright, what can you tell me?”

"Yeah…S’the result of a loooot of time spent on eBay." she mused, rubbing at the back of her neck. "Well, eBay and garage sales. Found my first genie’s lamp at a garage sale. Freaking lucky that woman never cleaned anything, that whole situation would have gotten really hairy…" Wyn added, thinking back. Oh the memories.

"Oh, there is totally method in here. I swear, there is. Problem is, it seems I’m the only one who thinks so. Most people would think this was a right mess." she chuckled, taking a seat at the table. 

Wynter quirked a brow when she mentioned having an app that would digitize her research. “Huh….they really do have an app for everything.” she chuckled. She shook her head, running a hand through her hair. “Not much more than what I told you on the phone, I’m afraid. Drained bodies found out in a field. And I mean drained, like totally drained of blood, of life energy….Everything. I’ve never seen anything like it.”

"A genie’s lamp?  Like the ‘I’m gonna give you three wishes’ kind or the ‘I’m gonna kill you where you stand’ kind?  So…all that crazy stuff on eBay - haunted paintings, and dolls, and such - you buy that stuff just in case it might be the real deal?"  The shifter thought that idea was kind of awesome.  After all, Wynter was doing it to protect hapless buyers from making a really bad investment - not because she could make money off of it herself, but simply to help them.  Ronnie admired that.

"No - I can tell…really.  When I’m working on an article for a magazine the papers and books just PILE up.  It always looks like a fire hazard waiting to happen…but I’ve got the placement of every scrap of paper memorized almost perfectly.  And if anyone but me touches it - may the Gods have mercy on their soul."  She chuckled and gave Wynter a wink.

The shifter snickered at the other’s comment.  ”It’s high-end CSI-grade…not typically for sale on the open market,” she confided.  ”Plus I did a bit of tweaking on my own.  Anyway…it should do the trick.  Wait…”  Ronnie eyed the other woman for a moment, both curious and confused.  ”Life energy?  How…how would you know that?  I mean it’s not like there’s a device for measuring that sort of thing…is there?”

sugaraddictedarchangel:

itsallaboutthepentiums:

Beaming at her friend’s encouragement, Ronnie was pleased that he seemed to be trying.  She hoped that he was doing it for himself, and not just for her sake….but couldn’t be sure.  Still…either way, that small smile was worth it.  She just had to focus on good things…like the park…and their friendship…even the coffee.  That’s how the shifter always got herself through bad times…you just had to force yourself past it, push those thoughts out of your head with other things - good and happy things - however minute they might be.

With a lop-sided grin, she pulled the strap of the bag across her chest.  ”You might regret that decision later,” she told him with a wink, taking hold of Gabriel’s hand and pulling him with her out of the RV.  ”This park happens to be one of my favorites.  Came here several times when I was a teenager.”  Now these memories were certainly bittersweet ones…but Will had been gone a long time, and the ache of his death was a dull one.  Locking up behind them, Ronnie hopped on the bike and motioned for the angel to grab a seat behind.  ”I could stand on the rainbow bridge for hours, y’know…just staring down into the waterfall below.  There’s really no place like it.”

Gabriel followed the shifter’s orders, forcing the smile to stay on his face. Or trying to at least. He knew Ronnie was trying to cheer him up, he was just having a hard time actually doing it. That wasn’t going to stop him from trying though. Or at least trying to seem happier.

He did let out a small chuckle that wasn’t entirely forced. “Well then let’s get there. I’ve gotta see if it’s really up to par with your fanciful stories, young lady,” he teased. It was easier to fall back into his old routine of teasing and joking than it was to actually let himself feel the emotions that were whirling around inside of him.

Ronnie knew that the smile wasn’t 100% genuine.  How could it be after everything he’d been through.  But the angel was trying…and for that she was grateful.  Trying was just as important in her book…it meant he felt he had a reason to do so - a reason to (hopefully) work towards feeling better.  And for now, that was enough for her.

As Gabriel followed her motions and hopped up behind her, Ronnie revved the engine.  ”Now you’re just teasing me,” she laughed.  ”You can’t honestly expect me to believe you’ve been alive since the dawn of time and never seen this place.  It’s literally breath-taking; the first time I came here I honestly forgot to breathe.  Had a horrible choking fit in front of this guy…it was so embarrassing…”

Still laughing, the shifter knocked out the kickstand and sped off down the road, reaching the entrance to the park only about 15 minutes later.  ”Right then, the walk to the rainbow bridge takes a bit, but it’s worth it…and we’ve got munchies and coffee to keep us occupied on the way…you ready to start hiking?”

charliethebradbury:

itsallaboutthepentiums:

“The same friends you mentioned before?”  Ronnie’s brow arched in surprise.  “They really do have some bad luck, don’t they?”

Ronnie was a little relieved to hear that the red-head tried to be a little more discerning when going after supernatural creatures…but it didn’t make her inclined to reveal what she was.  Technically, Ronnie was a killer…just not by choice, and not in a very long time.  She wanted to continue discussing the idea of not all supernatural creatures being viewed simply in black and white, but was worried that doing so might begin to make Charlie suspicious.  “I suppose they wouldn’t be viewed as monsters if they weren’t usually dangerous, right?”  Even the shifter knew that her own kind were typically not fabulous people to have around.

“I can’t blame anyone for making the choice to deal with a demon.  Most of them don’t know…don’t realize the dangers…and even when they do, sometimes it just seems better than the alternative.”  Ronnie sighed as their conversation shifted.  “Yeah…and sometimes you find someone who seems right…and then…”  She shrugged, her voice trailing off into a whisper.  “Bad things happen…”

A little glad at the change of topic, the woman nodded in understanding.  “I understand, I think.  I guess I’ve just always been very observant about things like that.”  She’d had to be; her father had ingrained it into her - what to look for in others that might indicate deceit…or that they were more than what they seemed.  It was a survival mechanism.  Then, when she got to college, Ronnie decided that having an idea about what people were thinking could be useful…keep her safe…so she’d continued to increase her knowledge through psychology.

Charlie nodded. “Yupp. I told you that they had some pretty bad luck.” She said as she chuckled lightly.

She looked at her about her comment of creatures and how if they weren’t so dangerous they would be alright. “It’s not that. It’s just they shouldn’t hurt people. Just because you’ve got dangerous abilities doesn’t make you a bad person, it’s only when you start using them for bad things.” She said simply with a shrug.

She looked at her at her comment and put her hand on her shoulder. “Hey, bad things always happen in situations but it doesn’t mean it’s something so bad that it needs to end a friendship or relationship. Things get worked out. Just… You need to try to work it out. Sometimes it’s not possible but most times it is.” She said smiling.

She shrugged as she said. “Hey, you can be interested in what you want to be interested in. I’m just not good with people to begin with. I suck at reading people, or being able to talk to people. The first time I tried to go on a case, I nearly cracked and lost it. I didn’t do very well at all.. I just have a hard time knowing how to deal with people.”

"But it’s not always that simple…!"  The words were out of Ronnie’s mouth too quickly and there was no way to take things back now.  "I…I mean, look at werewolves.  Most of them are perfectly decent people…except during the full moon.  They can’t control their dangerous side.  Some other supernatural creatures are the same way.  Not…not all of them…but…some."  Looking away, she shook her head.  "Sorry…I didn’t mean to get excited…I just…"  The shifter didn’t know what to say…just knew that she couldn’t tell the truth.

The brunette was grateful for Charlie’s hand on her shoulder, appreciated what the woman was trying to do.  But her expression turned solemn as she replied, “You can’t ‘work out’ death…at least…most people can’t.  And even if I wanted to make a demon deal, I…”  Ronnie stopped herself again.  Even if she wanted to, she couldn’t…because creatures like her didn’t have souls.  They went to Purgatory…no demon would have any desire to help her.

"I only meant that I think you could learn," the woman replied with a soft smile.  "You’ve got an analytical mind…like mine.  With practice, I bet you could learn to read people really well.  In a lot of ways it’s just like reading a computer.  Humans have certain things that they do and ways that they act in certain situations.  Once you can recognize what those things are, it’s all a piece of cake."

So, since it’s National Dog Day, I’m just taking a quick moment to share the dogs that have made a difference in my life.

Boo - Black Chow - Age Unknown - She died of heart worms back when I was only three or four years old.  No photo available.  :(

Missy - Red Chow - 13 years old - She died due to complications after surgery for canine bloat when I was in my early 20’s

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Rachel Great Pyrenees - 10 years old - She died shortly after being diagnosed with congestive heart failure just a few months ago.

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Rufus - Black Lab - Currently 8 years old, and still just a big baby.

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knoxcaulfield:

"I am sure you will. Really, we are lucky to have someone so passionate. If all goes well, there could be a possibility of continued case by case employment." he explained as he continued to view her aura. Being a warrior nephilim sometimes gave him an impression that he was a bit overbearing and all too serious. Not always the case.


"Oh, that is fine. Even a P.O. Box is acceptable." he replied calmly. "Just be as thorough as you can and we can fill in the gaps later. I am sure you are anxious to get to work."

"Ah, good. I think I can have you check the case records and police reports to see if there is a pattern. Also if you can set a program to search for recurring witness accounts that could help set up a profile to the culprit that would be amazing. Of course you will be compensated." he explained as he looked a bit at her aura, casually analyzing its nuances. ‘Supernatural, yes…’

"Do you have any questions so far?"

The shifter beamed at the thought of being able to help the shelter out again in the future.  “I’d be glad to…if my skills prove useful, of course.  And when it comes to stuff like this, I’m completely pro-bono.  Whenever you need a hand just call me up and I’ll see what I can do.”  Eyes flicking up from the form for a moment, she noticed he was giving her an unusual look.  Was she acting too excited…making herself too accessible?  Then again, maybe it was just her nerves.

Nodding at Knox in understanding, she quickly wrote down the address of the park where her RV currently resided.  “Great!  In that case…”  Ronnie glanced over the paperwork one final time, filling in a couple that she’d missed.  “Yeah, I think that should do it, here you go.”  She handed to paper’s over to him.  “And yes, I’m definitely anxious to start helping.”

Ronnie listened intently as the man began talking about what she could do to get started.  “I can handle all of that - just need access to a computer with an internet connection…”  At the mention of money, the brunette gave him a surprised look.  “Oh - no, no I really couldn’t.  Pro-bono, remember?  I help because I can, not because I want to get paid.  Honestly…money’s not something I worry about…”  He was giving her that weird look again.  It wasn’t creepy or unsettling…the shifter just couldn’t figure out what to make of it.  Curiosity, maybe…?

Focused on Knox’s gaze, she only half heard his question and it took the woman a second to register that she needed to answer.  “Hmm?  Oh - well…if it wouldn’t be too much trouble, I’d like to visit the crime scenes at some point.  Take my own pictures, get a feel for the areas they happened in.  Maybe try a bit of 3D rendering.  Would someone maybe have the time to take me to them?”

 

lirimvivaldi:

itsallaboutthepentiums:

Ronnie couldn’t help bouncing a bit at the thought of them having more time to visit with each other.  Getting to know other supernaturals happened so rarely and a new friend was always a good thing to have.  ”Wonderful!  If you really don’t mind doing both, then yes!  I don’t want to tire you out or anything,” she replied, only half joking.  ”So maybe in a few days, after the beach sands have had some time to dry out?  Umm…have you got a phone…or should I just show up?”

Moving to stand by the door, the shifter fidgeted a bit - not from nerves so much as a natural habit of forever being unsure what to do with her hands.  She nodded when Lirim asked for the spirits of turpentine.  ”Sure, I can certainly look.  Would a drugstore be best?  Or do you think a regular supermarket would work?”  She waved her hand when he offered her money.  ”Oh, you really don’t have to, honest.  Money’s not…well…I don’t hurt for cash…not ever, so I’m always happy to help out others when I can.”  Another crack of thunder had Ronnie jumping.  ”And I think that may be my cue to get going.”  Her laugh and smile were languid, not overly upset about the idea of walking back in the rain.

   The chill of the ocean carried into the wind, offering the salty-brine-y scent of its vast expanse in its chill. If only he felt strong enough he would watch the storm under the safety of an umbrella. If the cabin were any closer then perhaps he could…but the only hope he had of watching without salty spray attacking his wound was from the high loft of the cabin, peeking out over the small six-inch window.

   Slowly and with a minute frown he pocketed his money. He would just have to sneak it to her later with a bit of stealth and dexterity. Money wasn’t the answer for everything, but he did feel like he owed her; after all, he had inadvertently burned her hand with his father’s necklace.

   “A drugstore, yeah, Walgreens would have it or some look-alike. And you can just show up whenever, but here, my phone number,” he said, pulling his phone out and sounding off on his number, taking hers down if given.

   “Now g’on before the storm catches ya,” he chimed, waving her out the door. He didn’t want her soaked, umbrella or not, on account of his keeping her. He looked forward to seeing her again, and for now, with claps of thunder and pitters of rain, it was time for a nap.

Ronnie could tell he didn’t really like not giving her the money, but it always felt so wrong to take it.  Whenever the shifter needed money, she did a bit of robin hooding via her computer.  Taking what he’d offered her just didn’t seem right.  With a nod she replied, “Drugstore - no problem.”  

When Lirim offered his phone number, she quickly pulled out her cell and keyed it in.  Afterwards, she offered the number for her casual line in return.  The shifter actually had several, each one meant for specific purposes.  “Thanks!  I’ll phone you first, if that’s alright.  Wouldn’t want to show up at an inconvenient time.  And here’s hoping the rain passes us over and moves on soon, right?”  

With a smile, Ronnie allowed herself to be waved out the door, carefully opening the umbrella as she stepped off the porch.  “I’ll see you again soon,” she replied, still smiling as she gave the man a quick wave and hurried off back down the path as a fine mist began to fall around her.

joannaknifecollectorharvelle:

itsallaboutthepentiums:

Ronnie chuckled, nodding in agreement.  ”I know, right?  My curiosity gets the better of me almost every time.  But when Tony tells me not to open something, I know better than to open it.  He’s one of the few people I’d trust with my life.”  When Jo offered her food, the shifter’s smile was sheepish.  ”Honestly…I’d love to…but I should wait and see exactly how worried I need to be that this guy hasn’t show up yet.”  She tapped at her phone, as if doing so would magically make a text message appear.

Pleased with herself for remembering the formalities of how to introduce herself, Ronnie beamed.  Usually she forgot…it came with spending so much time alone in her RV.  Her eyes lit up when Jo seemed willing to help, and the shifter was about to say something when her phone went off.  Quickly she scanned the text.  ”Well…that can’t be good…”  Ronnie cast a side-long glance at the waitress.  ”Uh…we’re you serious before…about helping?  Looks like I might need it…”

Jo sighed as she was told that the other woman trusted whoever this Tony was with her life. “I wouldn’t trust anyone with my life.” She said simply. “Not again.” She added, looking away. She knew that saying that was probably a mistake, but she had trusted Sam and Dean too much and that had gotten her killed before. Now, she only trusted herself. 

She looked at her when she said that she needed to wait to eat to see how worried she should be. She frowned when she seemed worried about a text that she got and nodded at her question. “Yeah, I can help. What’s going on?” She asked with a raised eyebrow. “What happened?”

The shifter’s smile faltered at Jo’s admission.  “Something happened.  I…I’m sorry.”  It wasn’t a question, just a simple statement of understanding.  She knew what betrayal felt like all too well.  But she couldn’t stop trusting Tony - not after everything he’d done for her.  There weren’t many Hunters that would let a shifter live…especially one they knew nothing about.  But that’s exactly what he’d done.  He’d placed his faith in her - there was no way she couldn’t do the same for him.

At Jo’s question, the brunette gave a small grimace.  “Are you familiar with the story about ‘The Monkey’s Paw’?  Apparently, that’s what was in the box.  Tony’s got the ritual for destroying the thing all ready to go…which is useless, of course, without the paw itself.  According to him, just touching it is enough to make you instantly want to make wishes…I guess until one of them finally kills you…”  She glanced down at her phone as it went off again.  “I’ve got an address…and…”  Ronnie suddenly cursed softly under her breath.  “Terrific…the thing animates itself in order to seek out new victims.”  She sighed softly.  “Hacking computers is so much easier than this crap…”  Looking up at the woman with a hopeful expression, the shifter asked, “So…you still interested?”

charliethebradbury:

itsallaboutthepentiums:

"Thanks!  It usually works," the shifter agreed.  "Just be careful…some Hunters are a bit on the loopy side…and they don’t always care if your human or not if they think you’re horning in on their action."

Smiling softly at Charlie’s words, she replied, “Personally, it sounds like a good thing to me.  Having an open-mind when it comes to the supernatural might be a blessing in disguise…I mean…not if they’re obviously trying to kill you or anything…but that’s just my opinion.”  Ronnie blushed, trying to back-peddle a bit, make her statement seem less…adamant.

As the red-head talked about her friends, the shifter frowned.  ”Yeah demon deals are never a good idea…and they rarely - if ever - affect just one person.  Generally speaking, the more people who are suffering, the happier a demon is.”  Ronnie gave a soft shudder at the thought.  ”Still…I’m sorry your friends have been through so much.”

Chuckling softly, the brunette replied, “Yeah…I guess love always seems like a good idea at the time, right?”  With a curious look, the shifter considered Charlie’s words.  ”Really?  But you seem so capable.  All you have to do is break people down into scientific patterns; it makes reading them so much easier.  Well…most of the time, at least.  I could recommend some good book if you wanted.”

Charlie nodded when she told her that some hunters were loopy. “I know, believe me. I have seen a lot of those circumstances where they seem to be a little over protective of their work… And one even tried to kill my friends once.” She said shrugging.

She shrugged at her comment about being open minded and nodded. “I know that not all creatures are bad, but still.. It’s usually safer than sorry. If I know for sure that one isn’t going to hurt someone I will not hurt them, but if they have killed before, who’s to say they won’t again. It’s not like it’s impossible for them not to, but I’ve seen many times where they promised not to hurt anyone and the next day they snapped.”

She looked at her when she mentioned the demon deals. “Well, sometimes people don’t know what else to do and that’s what they turn to. Better to get a loved one back then to live without them..” She said as she shrugged and sighed heavily.

She looked back at her when she mentioned love and sighed. “Love is hard, and it rarely works out.” She said simply. “Still, I wish it were easy. I wish there was some sort of way to know who the perfect person for you is. The one it will work out with.” She muttered absent mindedly.

She shook her head as she said. “I’m more for computers than actual science actually. I don’t know much about science unless it has something to do with computers, and even then I’m iffy.” She said clearing her throat.

“The same friends you mentioned before?”  Ronnie’s brow arched in surprise.  “They really do have some bad luck, don’t they?”

Ronnie was a little relieved to hear that the red-head tried to be a little more discerning when going after supernatural creatures…but it didn’t make her inclined to reveal what she was.  Technically, Ronnie was a killer…just not by choice, and not in a very long time.  She wanted to continue discussing the idea of not all supernatural creatures being viewed simply in black and white, but was worried that doing so might begin to make Charlie suspicious.  “I suppose they wouldn’t be viewed as monsters if they weren’t usually dangerous, right?”  Even the shifter knew that her own kind were typically not fabulous people to have around.

“I can’t blame anyone for making the choice to deal with a demon.  Most of them don’t know…don’t realize the dangers…and even when they do, sometimes it just seems better than the alternative.”  Ronnie sighed as their conversation shifted.  “Yeah…and sometimes you find someone who seems right…and then…”  She shrugged, her voice trailing off into a whisper.  “Bad things happen…”

A little glad at the change of topic, the woman nodded in understanding.  “I understand, I think.  I guess I’ve just always been very observant about things like that.”  She’d had to be; her father had ingrained it into her - what to look for in others that might indicate deceit…or that they were more than what they seemed.  It was a survival mechanism.  Then, when she got to college, Ronnie decided that having an idea about what people were thinking could be useful…keep her safe…so she’d continued to increase her knowledge through psychology.

lirimvivaldi:

itsallaboutthepentiums:

"Sounds like you were very lucky," she murmured, smile not quite reaching her eyes.  The shifter felt bad about not being willing to share more about her own childhood, but that was a topic off-limits even to her closest friends.

Smiling at Lirim’s kind words, the woman replied, “Thank you…it could be a walk if you prefer - along one of the trails or down by the beach…?”  She didn’t want to press the matter, especially if he was still unsure of her in any way.

Ronnie beamed when her host offered his umbrella.  ”Thanks!  Chilly rain definitely isn’t something I wanted to deal with,”  The smile she showed him was both grateful and sheepish.  And the umbrella also gave her a reason to come back…which had perhaps been part of his intention in offering it…she hoped.  Either way, the shifter was grateful for his kindness.

Umbrella in hand, Ronnie suggested, “If you want…once things dry out…we could do s’mores on the beach.  I have to drive into town for other supplies anyway, I can pick up campfire munchies.”  Her eyes drifted for a minute to where his stitches were healing.  ”Or anything else, for that matter - if there’s other stuff you need.”  It didn’t hurt to offer, right?  

   “Oh, that sounds nice,” he replied. That would help with allowing his wound to heal. She was being thoughtful of him; how pleasant. He was living so much in the present with her that he almost forgot why they had returned to his cabin in the first place. What he did remember was what he learned, and what he had learned was something truly refreshing. A supernatural creature with a seemingly kind heart, unspoiled by the darkness of their world, and he wanted to get to know her more…if he were allowed.

   “We could do both on the same day! The trail, and end our evening with smores. I haven’t had those in years,” he beamed. “Oh…for me?” He saw where her eyes were trailing. “I have some Neosporin…but…maybe some spirits of turpentine might do me some good? Maybe…Here…” He pulled his wallet out, offering ten dollars for the trouble.

Ronnie couldn’t help bouncing a bit at the thought of them having more time to visit with each other.  Getting to know other supernaturals happened so rarely and a new friend was always a good thing to have.  ”Wonderful!  If you really don’t mind doing both, then yes!  I don’t want to tire you out or anything,” she replied, only half joking.  ”So maybe in a few days, after the beach sands have had some time to dry out?  Umm…have you got a phone…or should I just show up?”

Moving to stand by the door, the shifter fidgeted a bit - not from nerves so much as a natural habit of forever being unsure what to do with her hands.  She nodded when Lirim asked for the spirits of turpentine.  ”Sure, I can certainly look.  Would a drugstore be best?  Or do you think a regular supermarket would work?”  She waved her hand when he offered her money.  ”Oh, you really don’t have to, honest.  Money’s not…well…I don’t hurt for cash…not ever, so I’m always happy to help out others when I can.”  Another crack of thunder had Ronnie jumping.  ”And I think that may be my cue to get going.”  Her laugh and smile were languid, not overly upset about the idea of walking back in the rain.

Everyone has beacons. Lights that guide them home.

Kimberly McCreight, Reconstructing Amelia (via quoted-books)

sugaraddictedarchangel:

itsallaboutthepentiums:

sugaraddictedarchangel:

itsallaboutthepentiums:

Ronnie’s grip on the angel loosened and fell away as he pulled back from her.  When he asked for more coffee, she gave him an understanding smile.  “More coffee coming up,” she murmured.  As the shifter stood, she patted Gabriel’s leg in comfort before moving to gather their mugs.  Nodding at the TV directly across from the bed, she said, “You can turn it on if you want…or we could take our coffee to go.  Watkins Glen is outside…all waterfalls and greenery…very peaceful…if you’d like to just walk.  Promise you don’t have to talk unless you feel like it.  Although you might have to listen to me babble instead.”  The smile she offered him was small, but teasing.

Gabriel gave a slight smile and and a not at Ronnie’s suggestion. “Ya know, that actually sounds kinda nice. Don’t get much nature back in the city.” Of course, he could always go somewhere with more nature, but he couldn’t bring himself to leave New York for very long these days. He liked to tell himself that it was because he’d already seen all he cared to see of the world and was too lazy to go see it all again. But he knew the truth. He stayed just in case. Just in case Guy came back.

“Coffee to go it is,” she acknowledged with a grin.  “You won’t be sorry, it’s amazing out there - all autumn colors and such.  And because of the chill in the air, it’s not too crowded either.”  Plunking a bunch of sugar cubes into their travel mugs, she chuckled softly.  “And I’m babbling already.  Y’know, right?  It’s okay to just tell me to shut up at any point.”  The smile she offered Gabriel was apologetic and sheepish.  

Grabbing a bag, the shifter carefully stored their mugs, then she reached into a basket sitting on the counter and grabbed a handful of random junk food snacks, and dumped those into the bag, as well.  “Okay, ready when you are.  Figured I could bike us over, if that’s alright.  I…I know your mojo’s a bit off and all, so I don’t mind being the transportation this time around.”  Ronnie offered her friend another, softer smile.

Gabriel smiled slightly at her excitement. It was refreshing. Especially when about the only company he’d had as of late had been himself. And he sure hadn’t been the most joyful person for a while now.

"Don’t stop your gushing on account of me," he said with a small chuckle, some of his usual good humor showing up again. Barely, but still there. He was starting to feel a bit more like himself despite the pain still settled firmly in his heart.

Beaming at her friend’s encouragement, Ronnie was pleased that he seemed to be trying.  She hoped that he was doing it for himself, and not just for her sake….but couldn’t be sure.  Still…either way, that small smile was worth it.  She just had to focus on good things…like the park…and their friendship…even the coffee.  That’s how the shifter always got herself through bad times…you just had to force yourself past it, push those thoughts out of your head with other things - good and happy things - however minute they might be.

With a lop-sided grin, she pulled the strap of the bag across her chest.  ”You might regret that decision later,” she told him with a wink, taking hold of Gabriel’s hand and pulling him with her out of the RV.  ”This park happens to be one of my favorites.  Came here several times when I was a teenager.”  Now these memories were certainly bittersweet ones…but Will had been gone a long time, and the ache of his death was a dull one.  Locking up behind them, Ronnie hopped on the bike and motioned for the angel to grab a seat behind.  ”I could stand on the rainbow bridge for hours, y’know…just staring down into the waterfall below.  There’s really no place like it.”

charliethebradbury:

itsallaboutthepentiums:

Ronnie smiled at the red-head, bobbing her head in agreement.  “Yeah, exactly.  It’s just more of an automatic assumption for me these days.  And if the answers is, ‘Huh?’ I can usually play it off with something like, ‘Oh, y’know - a hunter of the weird and mysterious’ or something goofy like that.”  She chuckled a bit sheepishly.

“Not so hard to understand,” she said softly.  “Trust is something that has to be earned…but it’s hard to build up that trust when you’re worried about being stabbed in the back.”  The shifter shook her head, a flicker of sadness skipping across her features.  “What exactly did your friends do to ALWAYS have things after them?  Uh…if you don’t mind me asking, I mean.”

Shaking her head at Charlie, the brunette considered her question.  “I…I don’t know.  I think, at the time, I didn’t know what I wanted…except to be near him…”  There was a soft blush on Ronnie’s cheeks, but more sadness in her eyes.  “Then he was gone and I guess…I did it to keep a part of him alive.”  She gave a slow shrug.  “You’re right though…the classes were boring…well, most of them…I liked the psychology stuff.  Was never very good at reading people…understanding them, but I got better at it.”

Charlie shrugged and nodded, understand, and remembering to use that excuse later on. She could easily find some more hunters by asking that question and then playing it off how the girl had. “That’s a good idea.” She said smiling. “I’ll have to use that line to find some more hunters.” She said chuckling.

She nodded and shrugged as she said. “Yeah, well thankfully I don’t have any trust issues that are really bad yet. I mean, obviously I can’t just go about like an open book, but I can be more open than most hunters can.” She shook her head at her questions about the boys. “They were born.” She said simply. “They didn’t do anything.” She added. “Their mother made a deal with a demon, and got her husband back from the dead… And they were thrown in the middle of it..” She muttered.

She nodded in understanding before she said. “Well, I guess if that’s the reason you did it it’s understandable.” She said before she looked down. “I’ve never really been good at reading people, and I don’t think I ever will be.”

"Thanks!  It usually works," the shifter agreed.  "Just be careful…some Hunters are a bit on the loopy side…and they don’t always care if your human or not if they think you’re horning in on their action."

Smiling softly at Charlie’s words, she replied, “Personally, it sounds like a good thing to me.  Having an open-mind when it comes to the supernatural might be a blessing in disguise…I mean…not if they’re obviously trying to kill you or anything…but that’s just my opinion.”  Ronnie blushed, trying to back-peddle a bit, make her statement seem less…adamant.

As the red-head talked about her friends, the shifter frowned.  ”Yeah demon deals are never a good idea…and they rarely - if ever - affect just one person.  Generally speaking, the more people who are suffering, the happier a demon is.”  Ronnie gave a soft shudder at the thought.  ”Still…I’m sorry your friends have been through so much.”

Chuckling softly, the brunette replied, “Yeah…I guess love always seems like a good idea at the time, right?”  With a curious look, the shifter considered Charlie’s words.  ”Really?  But you seem so capable.  All you have to do is break people down into scientific patterns; it makes reading them so much easier.  Well…most of the time, at least.  I could recommend some good book if you wanted.”

joannaknifecollectorharvelle:

itsallaboutthepentiums:

“Yup - no worries about anyone here in the bar,” Ronnie promised.  Of course she couldn’t make promises for anyone in town…not if her contact lived here…and not if he opened that box.  At the other woman’s joke, she chuckled softly.  “Yeah…your luck and mine both, actually.  What is it about humans and curiosity always getting the better of them, am I right?”

When the woman offered her name in return, the shifter’s smile grew.  “It’s nice to meet you, too, Jo,” she replied as she typed up and sent a quick message to her friend.  “Who knows…if this guy doesn’t show up…I might just need a hand…uh, if you’re up to it, that is.”

Jo smiled lightly as she shrugged. “Some people just can’t control their curiosity, but then again I can’t say I haven’t been curious before. I’m just smart about how far I push my curiosity, because you never know what could happen.” She said softly and tilted her head. “So, would you like something to eat or something?”

She smiled and nodded. “Same to you.” She said softly. She nodded when she mentioned her helping. “I’d love to help actually. I’m off shift in a moment or two, if you need help with anything.”

Ronnie chuckled, nodding in agreement.  ”I know, right?  My curiosity gets the better of me almost every time.  But when Tony tells me not to open something, I know better than to open it.  He’s one of the few people I’d trust with my life.”  When Jo offered her food, the shifter’s smile was sheepish.  ”Honestly…I’d love to…but I should wait and see exactly how worried I need to be that this guy hasn’t show up yet.”  She tapped at her phone, as if doing so would magically make a text message appear.

Pleased with herself for remembering the formalities of how to introduce herself, Ronnie beamed.  Usually she forgot…it came with spending so much time alone in her RV.  Her eyes lit up when Jo seemed willing to help, and the shifter was about to say something when her phone went off.  Quickly she scanned the text.  ”Well…that can’t be good…”  Ronnie cast a side-long glance at the waitress.  ”Uh…we’re you serious before…about helping?  Looks like I might need it…”

knoxcaulfield:

“It’s wonderful, though.  I mean…you’re a caring voice for a group unable to speak for themselves.  That takes a lot of patience and compassion.”  Following beside him as he walked, Ronnie offered the man a gentle smile.  “And I really hope I can be of help in your efforts…especially where these dogs are concerned.  What’s happening to them…it’s just…it’s horrible.”

Stepping inside his office, the shifter nodded as Knox offered his name.  “Thank you,” she replied, taking a seat and glancing around the room with casual interest.  Curious to learn a bit more about the man.  In her experience, a work space could say a great deal about a person…usually, anyway.

"Thank you for your kind words. We just do what we can and we are happy to have you and your efforts aide us." he explained as they moved to the office. He smiled back and nodded. "I too share your concern. Whomever is doing this is callous and needs to be prosecuted immediately."

His office was nothing glamorous. It was barely even decorated. A couple of geek oriented knick nacks on his desk, fake plant, mini fridge and a filing cabinet. On his desk sat a desktop screen, a desk blotter and his name plate. A bit spartan but it was more than enough to do his job. Sitting behind the desk, he opened a drawer, pulling out some forms  and a pen. “Please fill these out, then we can have a little chat on where you can do the most good.” He slid them to her with a smile, taking a casual glance at her aura. Shifting and moving, it had a supernatural sheen to it. Interesting.

"So what do you think your best assets are? Or do you shift from different skills to adapt to the situation?"

Ronnie shrugged, playing with the edge of her sleeve.  “You don’t have to thank me for speaking the truth…but I’m happy to be here…and hope that I really can help put an end to this.”  As she sat, the shifter smiled softly at the man’s knick knacks - just enough of a personal touch to show that the office was his, but that his job was his main focus and concern.

Sharing the smile Knox offered her, the woman accepted the forms and began filling out her information.  “I…don’t have a permanent place of residence…but I can put the address of the RV park if you want it,” she offered after glancing at the form.

Ronnie stiffened for a fraction of a second at the man’s choice of words.  “Well…I…I guess I like to think I’m adaptable,” she replied.  “But technology is my strength.  For example…if I could get locations on where all the dogs have been found…umm…how should I put this…there might be certain things I can get access to…surveillance footage from the areas, for example.  I can also set up a program to look for patterns in the deaths that might not be immediately obvious to us.”

angelicmuse:

itsallaboutthepentiums:

“Yessss!  Popcorn!” she practically giggled.  “Mmm - can’t wait!  As for the chocolates…pretty sure he’s got boxes hidden in just about every room of the house.  After all, you never know when you might need a chocolate…or ten.”  She winked at him, then gave a knowing look at the mention of the microwave.  “They try to make it so easy…but just wind up confusing people.  What do you want to know how to cook?  That might make a difference.”

The shifter listened with wide eyes as Morgan spoke about Sera’s true form.  “Good circumstances, huh?  Yeah…I hope you’re right.”  Although she didn’t say it out loud, she couldn’t imagine any good instances when she’d need or get the chance to see the angel’s true form…but she could think of several very bad ones.  Still…perhaps Ronnie was just being a pessimist about the whole thing.

“I’m not sure ‘hustle and bustle’ always justifies the things we fill our bodies with these days, but it is the main reason practically everyone does it, yeah.  I try not to subsist off of them too often…even as a non-human they don’t always have the best effect on me.  But I won’t be needing them for awhile now, I think.  Work’s done - now it’s time for relaxation…and maybe some eventual crashing.  Yeah…maybe some sleep after our marathon?”

Morgan chuckled from her giggle, finding it very endearing. He could see just how his ange had fallen for such a sweet girl. “Ah, that sounds just like my Seraphiel.” He laughed. “Well… Sera had mentioned once that they are good for cooking, and that he has made fudge from microwaving chocolate and a few other things. It would be quicker than working it over double boiler. I’m thankful for his healing abilities, because it seems I created an explosion of water the first time I tried to make tea. It scortched my hand severely, but it healed.” There was a blush on his cheeks, but he kept his chin held high. As if he had won despite.

Shaking his head, he offered a chuckle. “Well, so long as you are well now. That is all I, and Sera’s slumbering self, care about.” The temptation struck him, and the red head went with the motion. So natural to the body. He moved to kiss Ronnie’s forehead and got up to start making the popcorn he had promised. Exploring Sera’s kitchen as she continued. “Sleep sounds wonderful, Ronnie. Something well deserved after such a task, from how you made it sound.” He looked over his shoulder with a smile, standing in front of the open fridge as he gathered the cheese and cream he needed.

“Oooh, yes!  You can!  What kind of chocolate do you like?  I’ll rummage around and see what I can find, then we can mess with the microwave settings.”  Ronnie winced when he told her about being burned.  “Ouch!  Well…at least you learned how, I suppose….and it’s good you were able to heal so quickly.  I can, too…but only if I shift first…”  She shuddered softly at the thought.  “Usually my injuries aren’t bad enough to make me want to.”

The shifter gave Morgan a small smile at his words.  “Yeah, I’m good…and thank you…”  When he leaned in to press a gentle kiss to her forehead, Ronnie froze for a fraction of a second, surprised…and yet…not.  The man was and wasn’t Sera, but the gesture itself was so familiar to her, she couldn’t help but lean into it a bit.

Watching the red-head move around the kitchen, she chuckled softly.  “Yeah…it’ll be good…but movies first, of course.  Although I can’t promise how long I’ll stay awake, I’ll do my best to at least make it through at least two and a half.”  She laughed and gave Morgan a playful wink.