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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.))

joannaknifecollectorharvelle:

itsallaboutthepentiums:

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?”

Jo shook her head and held her hand up before she said. “Hey, there’s no need for you to be sorry, alright?” She smiled at her before she sighed and said. “If you think everything is fine, then it’s fine.” She still worried about her friend though… Why he was so secretive.

She nodded when she asked about the story of the monkey’s paw and smiled. “Yeah, I know of it. I read the story in my English class when I was younger.” She said softly. Her eyes widened when she heard that that was what they were looking for to destroy. She let out a breath before she nodded and said. “Yeah, I’ll help you. I don’t know where to start, but I will help you. We will have to find a way in order to pick it up and not be tempted to make wishes.” She said softly.

“Thank you for understanding” Ronnie replied, offering the woman a smile in return.  She was also grateful the other wasn’t pressing her for more information…but she didn’t say that part out loud.  When Jo said she was still up for helping, the shifter sighed in obvious relief.  “Thank you - seriously - I’m just not all that good at this sort of thing.  Anyway…I’ve got the guy’s address…so I guess we should start there…but you’re right, going in without a way to catch it would be not only stupid, but dangerous, too.”

Ronnie drummed her fingers on the table for a moment.  “I think I can get my hands on some spray canisters of liquid nitrogen.  Maybe we can use them to give ourselves a better chance of immobilizing it?  After that…”  She looked down when her phone went off again, reading quickly.  “Okay…so, Tony says to cover up when we go after it…as long as it doesn’t touch our skin, we’re safe.  Sounds easy enough, right?  And that means once we’ve managed to incapacitate the thing, it shouldn’t be too hard to stick it in a lock box or something.”  The shifter tilted her head to the side for a moment, considering.  “Hmm…I wonder how strong it is…?  Might be safer to go with something heavy duty for containment.”

charliethebradbury:

itsallaboutthepentiums:

Ronnie sighed softly.  “Yeah…I know.  And I know it’s usually better to be safe than sorry.  I just wish…”  She trailed off with a shake of her head, not really sure what she wished.  Maybe just that things could be different?  But that was way easier to say than it was to actually accomplish.  “And they do care…at least some of them do…but they’re also scared.  Every time they try to go after something bad, they run the risk of meeting up with a Hunter that’s trying to do the same thing.  And most Hunters don’t bother to distinguish…if it’s a ‘monster’ then the kill it - plain and simple.  Sorry…I’m not trying to argue…”  The shifter grimaced.  “Guess it’s probably one of those topics we could talk ourselves in circles about, right?”

As Charlie spoke, the other woman nodded softly, understanding.  “I don’t have…a lot of people in my life that I would sacrifice things for…”  She briefly thought of what she’d done for Gabriel when his life was in danger…and of the few Hunters that kept the secret of what she was safe from those who might want to cause her harm.  “I guess it’s just a situation where I don’t know how I’ll respond until something actually happens.”  Eyes dropping to the table, she continued in a softer voice, “And I’m sorry…for whatever happened to your mother.”

Ronnie chuckled.  “Sounds like you travel as much as I do.  I…I like national parks, so I’ve got an RV and sort of travel between them back and forth across the states.  Um…anyway - it’s not like I couldn’t give you pointers while you’re on the road…you’ve still got computer access, right?  And an email address?  Or Skype, maybe?”

Charlie sighed and shook her head as she said, “I wish that it was simple. I do agree that some are not bad. A do know that they run the risk of being caught by a hunter, but what’s worse? Being caught by a hunter when you’re sitting back, not even attempting to stop a rouge that’s going around killing others, or being caught trying to stop the rouge and maybe even live through it if the hunter see’s they are being good.” She said shrugging as she looked down.

She nodded in understanding before she said. “Yeah, this is somehting that we would just be going around in circles about.. We should drop it really.” She said softly and watched her before she looked down. She nodded and shrugged. “Even if you don’t have a lot of people you’d sacrifice for, imagine someone who’s really close to you. Someone you really care about, and then imagine them dying, and knowing you could save them by selling your soul.” She said softly. She looked away when she mentioned her comment about her mother. “Yeah, me too. It was my fault.” She said simply.

She nodded and smiled as she said. “Yeah, I do travel quite a bit. I love traveling.” She said softly and chuckled. “It’s nice to travel sometimes. I like going to cons and larps.” She said grinning. “Yeah, we could talk over the phone and you could give me pointers.” She said pulling a pen out and wrote her number down on a napkin.

From where I sit, I think it’s worse not to help…but I guess it just depends on the person, y’know?  How much they’re willing to risk.  Even humans aren’t always willing to help each other out.  Why would supernatural creatures be any different?”

Ronnie’s expression became sad and pensive as the red-head talked.  There were certainly people she’d do anything for…but selling a soul she didn’t have could never be one of them.  “Your fault…?  I…I’m so sorry you feel that way.”  She wasn’t going to press.  Whatever had happened to Charlie’s mother was obviously personal.  If the woman wanted to talk more about it, she would, but Ronnie wasn’t going to force the subject.

Grinning, the shifter nodded.  “I used to go to DEF CON every year…not so much anymore.  I guess you could say stuff that was more important started happening…”  She gave a half-hearted shrug.  “I’m not sure I know the term larping…although it sounds kind of familiar…can you refresh my memory?”

When Charlie seemed interested, the brunette offered up her personal number.  “Sweet - yeah, just call any time…or text…or whatever.  Some days I feel like I have more methods of communication than I do friends that actually use them.”  She laughed softly and tried not to think about Rei.  How long had it been since she’d heard from the Hunter?  She wanted to give her friend some space after what had happened…but how long was too long…?

knoxcaulfield:

itsallaboutthepentiums:

When Knox didn’t comment on her confession, the woman wondered if she’d said too much…but he didn’t seem overly bothered by it…and it wasn’t as if she could take the words back, so Ronnie let it pass.

“An hour sounds just fine, and you’re right that should be more than enough time to at least get myself situated and acquainted with the basics of what’s been going on.  Thanks.  Just lead the way.”  She offered him what she hoped looked like a confident smile.

Although she’d been using this particular face since the age of twelve, Ronnie still went a little stiff at the mention of recognizing her.  It was absurd…and there was always the chance he’d seen her somewhere else…maybe.  He certainly couldn’t have seen the girl whose face she’d taken all those years ago.  Still…something about the way he said it felt off…she just couldn’t figure out how or why.  Laughing it off, the shifter replied, “I’ve actually been told I just have one of those faces…no big deal.”  Then she clipped on her temporary badge and gove Knox another smile.  “Okay - where to, now?”

It was best if he didn’t know the details of her illicit activities. He felt that if he didn’t engage the conversation it would drop and they could continue this slightly awkward meeting. When she seemed to relax he figured she had moved on from the subject.

"Perfect" he replied standing up from his desk. "The files are in the same area as the IT room so it should be easy to find." Her smile seemed confident but her aura…it had bits of tension laced in it.

It was a hastily put together lie. It seemed to do the job but it unsettled her. At least that’s what he observed. She was a supernatural being. He could feel it. But like he was, she was hiding in plain sight. “You’re probably right. It is a big city and all.” Leading her out of his office and into the hallway again, he motioned for her to follow him deeper into the shelter. Walking casually, he turned down another hall, into a small room with a couple of computers, a small server and a couple file cabinets. “Its pretty straight forward. So, any questions?”

The woman stood shortly after Know did, and tried not to worry too much about the task at hand.  She knew knew that if Winston and Tony finished their hunt early, they’d join her…but the idea of some crazy Hunter on the loose wielding a weapon that could kill her as easily as it could kill a skinwalker still had her on edge.  And they could be anywhere…or anyone.

Ronnie’s eyes flickered to the man across from her.  She actually couldn’t imagine the killer being Knox…he truly seemed to care about the dogs…but it would certainly be a clever place for the killer to be - working in a shelter…with access to all the same knowledge they had.  Which was why she couldn’t trust him…not yet.

With eager steps, the shifter followed her guide down several hallways.  “I do travel a lot,” she said, trying to confirm his statement.  And I know it’s not that close…but Watkins Glen State Park is one of my favorites…so I go camping there whenever I’m in the area…”  She gave a soft shrug, honestly not sure where else he might have seen her.

When they arrived in the tiny room with its two computers, Ronnie blinked.  This part, at least, was going to be easier than she thought.  “Very straightforward,” she told Knox with a chuckle.  Only realizing after that her words might have sounded rude.  “Uh…what I mean is it shouldn’t take me long to transfer everything I need to a flash drive.  Are the police files in the computer, or in the filing cabinets?  And is there a password that will get me onto the computers, or is it open access?”  Realistically, she probably could’ve hacked them with ease, but it didn’t seem seem like the efficient or polite way to do things.

angelicmuse:

itsallaboutthepentiums:

“Yeah, Dark sounds good to me,” she replied, hopping off her stool to go in search of what he needed.  When he mentioned her shifting, she paused to nod.  “You have no idea…I’ve heard rumors that some shifters don’t feel any pain…but if that’s true it must be the really old ones, or something.  I’m not all that old…what you see is what you get - just 26 years…maybe 27…I don’t keep track much anymore, to be honest.”

Ronnie waved her hand at his words.  “Nonsense, you just got here.  I have to keep you company for at least a little bit before conking out.  I can do it - just watch.  Anything for a good movie marathon…and gourmet popcorn, of course…can’t forget that, now can we?”  With a small grin of triumph, she walked up with several bars of dark chocolate.  “It’s not baking chocolate, but will this do?”

A soft hum escaped him, then a chuckle. “Well, you are older than you appear. I would have said you were in your early twenties.” He offered her a smile. “For beings like us, age means nothing. Words I never thought I would say.” Turning to Ronnie, he stood with his hands open to his sides. “Give us a guess, love.”

He smiled down at her. “And I thank you for your hospitality in our angel’s household, in his slumbering absence.” Looking at the chocolate bars, he gave her a nod. “Oh yes. Now, if you could show me… There… Is a way to melt this more easily than over a pot of boiling water, yes?”

Ronnie chuckled, nodding her head in thanks for the complement.  “Slowly but steadily, I suppose.”  She shook her head when Morgan asked her to guess his age.  “I already kind of know, remember?  Sera talks about you a lot.  I like hearing all of his stories about history the way it really was - never get tired of it.”

Grinning up at the man, the shifter shrugged. “Are you kidding?  How could I pass up the chance to talk with you?  It’s one of those once-in-a-lifetime type things, y’know?”  At his question, Ronnie titled her head, considering.  “Well, the microwave with work in a pinch…we just have to turn the heat down and cook it in small intervals.  Shouldn’t be a problem.  Want me to start breaking them up into a bowl?”

enerjax:

SuperPotter„ HarryNatural, whatever it’s called I need a fic pls :BBB

sugaraddictedarchangel:

itsallaboutthepentiums:

The shifter chuckled and shook her head with a melodramatic sigh.  “Y’know sometimes with us I can’t figure out who’s humoring who.”  At his teasing she rolled her eyes, sure that he could hear the motion in her voice.  “So says the angel who’s no doubt seen a million more amazing things than I’ll ever see…”  Another melodramatic sigh.  “Just try not to be too under-awed, okay?  I really like this place…”

Handing him his thermos of coffee, the shifter gestured to a nearby trail shrouded in heavy greenery.  “Okay, snacks, coffee…we are good to go.”  Ronnie chuckled at his joke and then raised a curious brow.  “Do angels actually age?  I mean…how many millions of years, and you’re still going strong.  It’s just a figure of speech…right?”  Maybe it was silly, but the shifter had always just assumed Gabriel would always be around…one of the few friends she had who would still be there when her human friends were…no…no, she didn’t want to think about that.  Especially since it had been so very long since she’d heard from Rei.

He laughed, poking hr side lightly. “I promise I’ll act awed. Just for you,” he teased, still grinning hugely. He was starting to forget just what had had him so upset to begin with. Or at least put it out of mind for the time being.

"We age. Sort of. Just not the same way humans do." He draped an arm around her shoulders, trying to set her at ease the same way she had for him. "I’m not about to be dyin’ of old age or anything though. Age, disease, they don’t really affect us much."

She resisted the urge to giggle when he poked at her…and failed.  “Well…” Ronnie replied, pretending to think about it.  “Alright…I guess that’ll do.  But none of this melodramatic, pantomime-y stuff - you better make me believe you mean it,” she continued, poking him back in the shoulder.

The shifter appreciated Gabriel’s gesture, relaxing casually into the touch.  “Good,” she replied in response to his assurances.  “Because that just wouldn’t be fair…”  The words sounds lame even to her own ears.  They both knew life wasn’t fair…she was a bitch in steel-toed stilettos that had taken multiple occasions to grind them both into the ground.  And yet, what else could she say?  “I mean…”  Ronnie sighed and shook her head, glancing at her friend apologetically.  “You know what I mean…right?”

themelissapark:

 “Yeah, that’s best,” Melissa agreed. Ronnie might have been right, that shifters aren’t any different when it came be being angered, but that didn’t make Melissa feel any better. Although Ronnie acted rational and logical, Melissa was still trying to accept the fact that not all shifters were crazed beings. Heck, this wasn’t even about shifters anymore-it was about supernatural beings in general. Meeting Ronnie was Melissa’s catalyst of realization; that not everything creature was out to kill people. It was bound to happened, however, not at this speed. It was all too much for Melissa to handle at the moment.

The Nephilim waved her hand dismissively at Ronnie’s thanks, despite that fact she was tempted to smile. “Yeah, yeah, no problem,” she muttered. When Ronnie admitted she wouldn’t help kill the shifter, Melissa shrugged her shoulders and nodded. Judging from the tone of her voice, Ronnie had reasons for not wanting to kill the shifter. Melissa had a feeling it had nothing to do with the fact that they were of the same species, but she didn’t pry any further. “Fair enough,” she accepted.

“As I said before, I don’t really drink during hunting. Last thing I want is to get the sudden urge to pee when I’m in the middle of something,” she answered, a light chuckle escaped her lips. Melissa waited patiently as Ronnie worked with the computer, wondering how she ended up getting here in the first place. ‘The things that I get myself into.’ She thought.  

Melissa was…difficult to read - one of the most difficult the shifter had come across in a long time, truth be told.  Sometimes she thought she was getting through…but every time Ronnie felt like headway was being made, the Hunter shut her out.  It was understandable…and yet frustrating, too.  She wanted to feel like she could trust the woman…but they just weren’t there yet.

As they talked and the shifter typed, she surreptitiously added a few extra keystrokes to her work…a code she’d set up with Tony which would quietly and quickly send him an email with her location.  It was a system they’d established in case she ever ran into trouble.  Although Ronnie wanted to believe she could convince Melissa to just walk away once they’d figured out what was going on, she wanted backup…just in case.  Now the only question was…could Tony get here in time?

Although the Hunter only said two words in response to Ronnie’s statement about killing, she still smiled and relaxed just a fraction.  “Thanks…I…I’ll try to help as much as I can, though.  Promise not to make you do all the work.”  Chuckling, she finished filling in the last of their info before asking, “Do you have an ID photo I can scan…or do you mind if a snap a photo real fast?”

Just because the Hunter couldn’t see the blush didn’t mean it wasn’t there.  “I…I honestly hadn’t even considered that,” she replied sheepishly.  The woman was about to say more, then a notification sounded telling her the system had finished sifting through the information.  Skimming the connections, Ronnie whistled softly.  “I think I may have just found something…it’s a place to start, at least.  Every big company has at least one scandal in their closet, right?”

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knoxcaulfield
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The Crazy People Who Put Up With Me:

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sugaraddictedarchangel:

itsallaboutthepentiums:

sugaraddictedarchangel:

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?”

"You’ll never know, not will you?" Gabriel gave a small smirk, wiggling his eyebrows even though her back was to him. She’d know. "And if you keep talking it up, I might just be disappointed," he teased.

"You just lead the way. I think I’m up to a good hike. I may be old, but I’m not quite that old."

The shifter chuckled and shook her head with a melodramatic sigh.  “Y’know sometimes with us I can’t figure out who’s humoring who.”  At his teasing she rolled her eyes, sure that he could hear the motion in her voice.  “So says the angel who’s no doubt seen a million more amazing things than I’ll ever see…”  Another melodramatic sigh.  “Just try not to be too under-awed, okay?  I really like this place…”

Handing him his thermos of coffee, the shifter gestured to a nearby trail shrouded in heavy greenery.  “Okay, snacks, coffee…we are good to go.”  Ronnie chuckled at his joke and then raised a curious brow.  “Do angels actually age?  I mean…how many millions of years, and you’re still going strong.  It’s just a figure of speech…right?”  Maybe it was silly, but the shifter had always just assumed Gabriel would always be around…one of the few friends she had who would still be there when her human friends were…no…no, she didn’t want to think about that.  Especially since it had been so very long since she’d heard from Rei.

angelicmuse:

itsallaboutthepentiums:

“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.

Morgan had to think on that for a moment. “Hmm. Dark would be good, don’t you think? Not too bitter, but not too sweet.” He suggested. The vessel winced when Ronnie mentioned shifting, and saw the shudder. “It sounds extremely painful, so I don’t blame you.”

"Well, I would not force you to stay awake for my own entertainment." He moved to the counter, and wandered around the kitchen finding what he needed. Going on the habit his body had now, accustomed to the kitchen subconsciously.

“Yeah, Dark sounds good to me,” she replied, hopping off her stool to go in search of what he needed.  When he mentioned her shifting, she paused to nod.  “You have no idea…I’ve heard rumors that some shifters don’t feel any pain…but if that’s true it must be the really old ones, or something.  I’m not all that old…what you see is what you get - just 26 years…maybe 27…I don’t keep track much anymore, to be honest.”

Ronnie waved her hand at his words.  “Nonsense, you just got here.  I have to keep you company for at least a little bit before conking out.  I can do it - just watch.  Anything for a good movie marathon…and gourmet popcorn, of course…can’t forget that, now can we?”  With a small grin of triumph, she walked up with several bars of dark chocolate.  “It’s not baking chocolate, but will this do?”

knoxcaulfield:

itsallaboutthepentiums:

Ronnie shook her head when he asked her again about getting paid, a somewhat sheepish look appearing on her face.  “Yeah…how do I put this.  I’m really good with computers…and when I need money…I ‘borrow’ it from not-so-nice people who can afford to have a little less.  Taking money from those who actually need it…that’s just not my style…”

When Knox mentioned heading out to one of the murder scenes, the shifter beamed.  “Excellent.  The more data I can compile, the easier it should be to get this dog-killer off the streets…”  Realizing he was staring again, Ronnie decided to just ask outright.  It wasn’t necessarily making her nervous…just curious as to why he kept looking at her like that.  “Umm…sorry…did I say something wrong…?  Or is there something on my face…?”

Ah. A bit like a modern day Robin Hood. He didn’t quite agree with her methods but he was not going to condemn her for it. She was willing to help. That’s what mattered to him. Stop whomever was doing this and soon.

He was never the subtle type. No wonder she had noticed he was viewing her with a peculiar look. Damnit. Now how to play it off. “Wonderful. We’ll be heading out in an hour. Plenty of time to get accustomed to your workspace and look over the preliminary reports. “Ah no. I was just thinking, you look a bit like someone I knew. Guess I can’t get over it. Shall I show you the case files?” he asked before reaching into his desk. He handed her a badge. “A temporary badge until I can get your regular one made.”

When Knox didn’t comment on her confession, the woman wondered if she’d said too much…but he didn’t seem overly bothered by it…and it wasn’t as if she could take the words back, so Ronnie let it pass.

“An hour sounds just fine, and you’re right that should be more than enough time to at least get myself situated and acquainted with the basics of what’s been going on.  Thanks.  Just lead the way.”  She offered him what she hoped looked like a confident smile.

Although she’d been using this particular face since the age of twelve, Ronnie still went a little stiff at the mention of recognizing her.  It was absurd…and there was always the chance he’d seen her somewhere else…maybe.  He certainly couldn’t have seen the girl whose face she’d taken all those years ago.  Still…something about the way he said it felt off…she just couldn’t figure out how or why.  Laughing it off, the shifter replied, “I’ve actually been told I just have one of those faces…no big deal.”  Then she clipped on her temporary badge and gove Knox another smile.  “Okay - where to, now?”

charliethebradbury:

Charlie shrugged as she said. “That is true I suppose.” She said when she mentioned how not all werewolves knew that they were werewolves. She knew that in a way, but it was hard to imagine not knowing, and waking up somewhere you shouldn’t be and not being even slightly curious about what happened. She looked at her before she said. “I know that not all creatures are bad, but from what I see a majority of them are. There are a lot of humans that are good, and we catch and stop the one’s that are bad… or at least we try to but it seems that other creatures don’t care. I don’t see any vampires going out and stopping some rouge vampire so they can try and live peacefully and show that they aren’t all bad. A lot of creatures just stand by and let it happen.” She said simply. “I’ve met some that aren’t bad, but they don’t try and do anything to change what the others are doing.” She said sighing. 

She frowned as she looked at her and said. “Look, sometimes people do things to save someone they love. They owe something to someone, or maybe they are homeless, have no money and have a kid to take care of who is starving because they can’t get enough money. “What’s more painful? Watching your kid starve to death slowly, or selling your soul so that you and your family don’t have to suffer anymore, and getting 10 years to be with them happily, knowing the others would have a good life and would go to heaven.” She said simply. “I sure as hell would have sold my soul to save my mother.” She said simply. 

She wanted to take her offer, but she knew that she couldn’t. “I wish I could. I really do, but I’m not going to be able to. I move around so much. I’m only here for a long time.” She said softly. “I am only going to be here for a few more days before I have to go to the next town and make sure nothing bad is happening their either.”

Ronnie sighed softly.  “Yeah…I know.  And I know it’s usually better to be safe than sorry.  I just wish…”  She trailed off with a shake of her head, not really sure what she wished.  Maybe just that things could be different?  But that was way easier to say than it was to actually accomplish.  “And they do care…at least some of them do…but they’re also scared.  Every time they try to go after something bad, they run the risk of meeting up with a Hunter that’s trying to do the same thing.  And most Hunters don’t bother to distinguish…if it’s a ‘monster’ then the kill it - plain and simple.  Sorry…I’m not trying to argue…”  The shifter grimaced.  “Guess it’s probably one of those topics we could talk ourselves in circles about, right?”

As Charlie spoke, the other woman nodded softly, understanding.  “I don’t have…a lot of people in my life that I would sacrifice things for…”  She briefly thought of what she’d done for Gabriel when his life was in danger…and of the few Hunters that kept the secret of what she was safe from those who might want to cause her harm.  “I guess it’s just a situation where I don’t know how I’ll respond until something actually happens.”  Eyes dropping to the table, she continued in a softer voice, “And I’m sorry…for whatever happened to your mother.”

Ronnie chuckled.  “Sounds like you travel as much as I do.  I…I like national parks, so I’ve got an RV and sort of travel between them back and forth across the states.  Um…anyway - it’s not like I couldn’t give you pointers while you’re on the road…you’ve still got computer access, right?  And an email address?  Or Skype, maybe?”

charliethebradbury:

itsallaboutthepentiums:

"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."

Charlie simply rose an eyebrow and said. “Look, I don’t mean to sound like a dick, and I don’t know why you are even defending them.. But werewolves know that they can’t control themselves during a full moon, so why then don’t they get someone to… I don’t know.. tie them up somewhere they can’t get out of while the full moon in in place so that they don’t hurt anyone? Then they don’t have to hurt anyone innocent. No, they just hurt people…” She said simply.

She looked away from her and said. “I know that you can’t work our death, but you can sure as hell try..” She said as she sighed sadly. She had lost a lot of people in her life, and she hated that whenever she lost someone her life had to go on as if it never happened. She looked at her and said. “You what? Why can’t you make a demon deal? Not that I’m saying it’s okay.. It’s so not okay..”

She smiled at the way that she phrased it.. Some way that she could understand. “That makes sense I suppose. I just… I don’t know how I could even start to read people.. They are so complicated..”

Ronnie’s smile was lop-sided when the red-head spoke again.  “Hey…at least you’re willing to discuss it…most Hunters wouldn’t be.  As for the werewolves…they actually have it pretty rough.  In comparison, I mean.  Vampires, shifters, skinwalkers, and the like - they know what they are…know how to control it, if they want to.  But not all werewolves do.  They go to bed on the night of the full moon, wake up the next day, and someone they know is dead.  Lots of them have no memory whatsoever of what’s happened…so they don’t know to protect against it.  As for defending them…or any other supernatural creatures…think of it this way:  Not all humans are good, so why do all monsters have to be evil?”  Ronnie almost choked on the word ‘monsters’ - she didn’t like using it to describe those who were like her…never had…because humans could be monsters, too…she knew that for a fact.

“I suppose I’m trying every day,” the shifter admitted softly.  “I learned fast that you can’t just give up on everything when someone dies…you have to keep moving forward.  For me, I was able to do that by taking a part of the people I’d lost and making it a part of who I was.  So that when I do things now - like listen to jazz, or watch Some Like it Hot - it reminds me of them…that way I never forget.”  

Ronnie’s expression faltered when she realized she really had said too much.  “N…no…it’s not that,” she lied, trying to laugh it off.  “I just can’t imagine anything being worth an eternity in Hell.  I mean…think about it…what could possibly be worth that?  Am I right?”  Oh…that sounded so very lame…but maybe Charlie would buy it anyway?

“Well…if you wanted a teacher…I don’t exactly have a full schedule or anything,” the brunette offered.  “I mean…I can’t promise anything…I’ve never made the attempt to teach anyone anything before.  But I’d be willing to take a bash at it…if you were interested.”  Ronnie offered the Hunter a small smile.  She knew it would probably be better to walk away from the red-head and not look back, but she found herself liking Charlie.  After all…they seemed to have a bit in common…and friends were few and far between for her, being on the road as often as she was.  What was the harm in sticking around a little longer?

knoxcaulfield:

itsallaboutthepentiums:

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?”

She seemed happy. Excited about helping out. It was a refreshing sight to see. Still, that aura was curious. He couldn’t quite resign himself from looking at it. He furrowed his brow slightly. No money? That was a bit unusual. Hm. Curious. Very curious.

Glancing at the paperwork, he nodded in approval. Placing it in a file, he made a note to process it later. With a seamless movement, he grinned. “Excellent. I think we can get you to work right away now that the formalities are almost over.”

"Of course. You can use our database as soon as we finish here."  At her second refusal he tilted his head. "Are you sure? I don’t want to take advantage of your skills. Which do seem measurable." He then realized he was staring again. Subtlety was never his strong subject. Reel it in.

"A bit unusual, but so is this case. I was about to head to one this afternoon. I think you can accompany me and the animal control officers as we continue our investigation."

Ronnie shook her head when he asked her again about getting paid, a somewhat sheepish look appearing on her face.  “Yeah…how do I put this.  I’m really good with computers…and when I need money…I ‘borrow’ it from not-so-nice people who can afford to have a little less.  Taking money from those who actually need it…that’s just not my style…”

When Knox mentioned heading out to one of the murder scenes, the shifter beamed.  “Excellent.  The more data I can compile, the easier it should be to get this dog-killer off the streets…”  Realizing he was staring again, Ronnie decided to just ask outright.  It wasn’t necessarily making her nervous…just curious as to why he kept looking at her like that.  “Umm…sorry…did I say something wrong…?  Or is there something on my face…?”

themelissapark:

itsallaboutthepentiums:

“Yeah…maybe.  Or he feels like the company has wronged him in some way?  Honestly, if he were behaving more like a serial killer, I’d say he’s just lost himself to the monster and doesn’t care if he gets caught anymore.  But this is something different.  I mean…he still felt very much in control of himself…when I spoke to him in the woods…”  Ronnie shrugged.  “Sorry I can’t be more specific.”

Although she noted the sound Melissa made, the shifter stayed silent.  She wasn’t going to force acceptance or friendship out of this woman.  If it came, it would not happen via rushing things.  Ronnie smiled when the Hunter agreed with her assessment.  “So, whether his grievance is real or perceived, he needs to be stopped…although I’d like to hear his side of things before you…well…y’know.  Then…if he truly had something to be angry about…I’ll make sure the company answers for whatever they’ve done.”

Her lips quirked up at Melissa’s comment and she shrugged.  “Actually…what I meant was more in reference to what I told you earlier.  Shifters can’t fight the desire for causing trouble and chaos…but they can channel it in different ways.  I chose to be a hacker…and old friend of mine was a really excellent grifter.  We can also chose who we target…make sure no one gets hurt who doesn’t deserve it.  But no matter what - we have to channel it somehow.  If we stop cold turkey…or something forces us to stop…then it can go real bad, real fast.  The alternative I was referring to…is becoming lost to the monster…and that’s something I’d rather die than allow to happen.  Although…I guess, technically, you would be a part of it.  After all…you lose yourself like that, and it’s only a matter of time before a Hunter catches up to you.”

Pouring herself a cup of coffee, and plunking in about seven or eight sugar cubes, Ronnie stirred the brew before asking, “You sure you don’t want a cup?  There’s still some in the pot.”

“That could be a possibility but how would a company like that do wrong to him? It’s not like it’s a hunter or something,” mused Melissa. The Nephilim rubbed her chin, mentally getting slightly frustrated. Ronnie might be right about the shifter.  However, Melissa felt agreeing with the female shifter meant that the other shifter had some humanity in him; that he wasn’t just some crazed monster. That made her uncomfortable. “Eh, no worries about specifics-so far we just have theories and barely any proof to confirm them.”

The Nephilim shrugged her shoulders in response. Usually she wouldn’t give a monster a chance to explain themselves but she did gave Ronnie an opportunity to speak for herself. Maybe, just maybe the shifter had justifications. “Fine, give the guy a chance,” she agreed. “But if I think he’s in the wrong he’ll be a goner for sure. No doubt about it.”

Melissa let out a noise of interest as Ronnie shared information about shifters. “Ah, makes sense. Gotta channel it somehow,” she commented. The Nephilim decided to remember that little tidbit of information-it might be useful later in the future. When Ronnie mentioned about preferring to die then to lose control, the Halfling didn’t response. The confession took her by surprise. She never thought a supernatural being would fear that-at least anyone except for her. When Melissa discovered about her linage, she worried about that as well. Sure, she was half angel but anything could happen. She remained eerily quiet until the shifter spoke once more.

“I’m fine. I don’t really eat or drink while hunting,” she confessed. While that was true she also still didn’t true Ronnie 100%, thanks to the stubbornness.

“I…I don’t know,” Ronnie admitted, frowning softly as she considered Melissa’s question.  “I suppose the same way they might anger a human?  I mean…in a lot of ways we’re not all that different…”  She trailed off when their line of talk seemed to make the other woman uncomfortable.  “You’re right…it’s better not to theorize…just do things by the book, and go with the facts we manage to gather.”

The shifter beamed at Melissa when she agreed to give their quarry a chance to speak for himself.  “Thank you…and I agree.  If his reasons aren’t valid…I won’t stop you from doing what you have to do.  I just…I can’t help you either.”  She gave the Hunter an apologetic look which seeped into her voice.  “I made a promise,” she confessed.  “No killing…”  Ronnie didn’t elaborate on the fact that technically she’d already broken that promise once…or that she knew - if Melissa was in danger - it was one she’d break again in order to help her. No need to bog the Hunter down with unnecessary details.

The woman noticed Melissa’s unnatural silence, but didn’t comment.  She could only imagine what it was like for someone like a her…a Hunter who was herself not entirely human.  Especially a Hunter who seemed so set in the ways of right and wrong - good vs. evil with no shades of gray in between.  It couldn’t be easy to live a life like that.

Shrugging, when Melissa once again declined coffee, Ronnie moved with her cup back to the computer.  “Suit yourself, she replied.  “I’m not going to force it on you.”  Blowing away some of the steam, she took a slow sip while watching the computer screen, and waiting for all of their information to compile.  Then she clicked a couple of buttons and began using another screen to work on their fake IDs.