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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.))

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.

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:

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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:

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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:

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"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:

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"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:

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sugaraddictedarchangel:

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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.”