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[outwear]

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[righteously]

I'm gonna be MIA for a couple days
don't worry.

[outwear]

Okay...
Could you maybe elaborate?
You don't usually call about
hunting jobs.

[righteously]

The brute squad's cracking down on neighborhood crime. Somebody got salty about the bar fights, so they dragged me in to give me a stern slap on the wrist.

2 days in the clink for disruptive behavior inside the city limits.

week 3-4, whenever network is working for pit ppl again

[unwings]

Hello, Sam.
Events have progressed quickly here.
Some due to regrettable incidents we'll need to discuss later.
I hear a rescue team is on their way.
Are you and Jo well?

Is Dean... managing?

[outwear]

Yeah, don't worry about us.
How are you doing?
Everyone's worried.
We're coming to get you.

[unwings]

I'm fine, I'm... better than last week.
We're searching for ways out of the altar room.
The acolytes seem to be having doubts we may be able to exploit.
With luck, we can meet you halfway.




Do your texts usually include technicolor rainfall?

Same time as Castiel's network post

[itookashot]

[after this]

Hey Sam. How're you holding up? Did you know Castiel's telling people Dean's alive?

[outwear]

Hey nice to hear from you.

I'm as good as to be expected.

We're all investigating... options.
Cas isn't reallt wrong about Dean,
but he's taking this personally.
Resurrection might not work here.

[itookashot]

Sorry I didn't get in touch sooner, my people are still healing and not doing great.

Of course he's taking it personally, Dean died in the process of saving him.

It's too bad he and Jo share the Roadhouse. You can tell when someone's gone by their domain disappearing.

[unwings]

Dean's alive.

The dark woods, outside the roadhouse. They're from Purgatory. I didn't make them - Dean did.

He's still here.

[familysucks]

[He's running a few regular errands when it happens. It's pure chance that he turns and sweeps the market with his gaze, and spots none other than the man who sent him and Adam to Hell: Sam Winchester. A man who, last Michael had heard, had been calling another nation entirely home.

Maybe whatever force that draws them to Abraxas decided a man of his height was less out of place among Solvunn's Summoned. Whatever the reason, he's not pleased to see him.

The flapping of unseen wings announces his arrival. Michael appears nearby, just outside of arm's reach.]

Sam, what a surprise to see you here. [Not the good kind; his tone reflects his mood.] Shouldn't you be in the Free Cities?

[outwear]

[ By now that heralding noise has created a Pavlovian response in Sam and if not for Cas being in his life, he might well have turned to his now-natural instinct to strike out immediately at the ruffling of wings. Instead, he merely tenses, slowly turning to level his gaze on Michael.

As always, it's hard to look. Sam's jaw tighens and he does his level best to look unaffected by the question. ]

I'm not here to keep an eye on you, if that's what you're thinking.

[ Although he doesn't imagine for one second that Michael will believe that's the whole and only truth; Sam will be keeping an eye out, but Michael won't be the only one he watches, nor will he be Sam's only concern.

Sam lifts a bouquet of something that may be a flower or may be some kind of fancy lettuce. ]

Just picking something up for dinner.

[familysucks]

[Sam wouldn't be the first to respond to his sudden appearance with instinctive violence, but it's for the best that he doesn't. Michael is not known for his forgiving nature and heirloom lettuce doesn't make for much of a weapon.

Michael spares a glance at the greenery but his expression doesn't lighten.]

No, I don't expect you're eager to relive our time in the Cage.

[Which isn't to say that he believes Sam won't be keeping an eye on him, just that he doubts Sam would actively choose to live in the same region. Their last experience as roommates wasn't very pleasant. More likely he was dragged here, same as the rest of them. Still, the question of whether or not he's staying—]

Working on a way to get back to your brother in between meals, I trust?

[The other one, with the intact soul, not the shell he's presently inhabiting.]

[carmesi]

( things are so mundane in solvunn that it makes something that doesn't fit into wanda's general idea of the place really stand out. she has a general idea of all the summoned who are here, for instance, though their comings and goings between and within the settlements is not something she wants to keep too much of an eye on—everyone can do as they like with their lives.

to find, however, a rather tall, familiar individual within the settlements rather than over in the cities, though?

that's enough to have her quickening her pace towards the pen with the goats. a few people, all locals, are trying to corral them in for the day, but wanda is aware that that sure is sam winchester getting the run-around by a few baby goats. wanda steps up to the fence, puts her feet up on the lowest rung to raise herself up, and keeps her arms straight and steady as she calls out to him— )

When did you get here?

[outwear]

[ As Sam struggles with the offending livestock, he finds himself glad for the simple, but challenging task. Much like people long before him, he's finding appreciation in working with nature, although he'd like to get a little less shit kicked on him in the process. ]

Wanda, hey.

[ He nabs up one of the goats, scooping it into his arms. As he heads towards her, he rushes a bit, causing the playful kids to chase him instead. In his arms, the wriggling animal bleats, but appears in no real distress as it lays upended in Sam's grip. ]

It hasn't been long — just a couple of days. Or— [ He laughs. ] Well, a bit, but you know how time is. Long enough to get roped into this—

[ Sam lifts the goat and its little legs kick in response. ]

No one's sure how I got here. Or why.

[carmesi]

( the goat in his arm probably really enjoys the height. wanda, still standing on the lowest rung of the wooden fence, manages to just about be eye-to-eye with him (but even that's quite generous). she remains where she is, fingertips helping her keep her balance against the fence's top.

it is an immense relief that he remembers her, because she's getting the gist of the situation being that sam disappeared and was summoned back again.

in solvunn, no less. )

I'm not sure how exactly it works, either. ( she tilts her head, glancing down now at the kids that are biting at sam's boots. ) I didn't realize you'd left.

( her contact with whoever in the free cities he is closest with being inexistent. wanda glances back up. )

You're probably a better fit here.

( how to be excited without letting on that she is? it's not always that she has a someone she considers a friend from another faction just be moved closer to her. she motions at the group of goats with her nose. )

You look like you could use some help herding the baby goats. They're a huge menace.

during the carnivale

[thedevilwhorose]

What rock have you been living under?

[outwear]

A distant one.
I didn't have a choice.

[thedevilwhorose]

What, did you make yourself another pariah?

[lightkeeping]

In the weeks following this post, Sam will receive an embroidered badge, designating them part of Aloy’s monster hunting crew. There doesn’t seem to be anything special about it—it can be sewn anywhere the wearer likes, and appears to have been stitched with a practiced hand.

If the wearer is incapacitated, a spell woven into the threads by Haelva will activate, allowing the user to send an emergency message to another member of the group—use it wisely.]

[righteously]

Jo's gone.

( Just in case Sam didn't know. )

[outwear]

With all respect and sincerity:
You guys had a really good run.

Do you think she was ready?
How's Cas taking things?

[ Sam, for some part, is glad to be back to himself even if he's still sorting through every other lifetime in his head on top of this newest. ]

[sonofacesius]

Hey so
Your brother sent me.
He said you managed to go to Stanford and hunt monsters.
Got any multitasking tips?
As someone who was homeschooled until monsters attacked them at 10 and school kind of took a backburner to surviving? I'm not real confident.

[outwear]

[ Your brother sent me. He would be otherwise dubious about discussing this sort of thing, but as much as those words frustrate him, they also signify that this is serious. He trusts no one else like he trusts Dean and therefore Will's message isn't left on read. ]

Please tell me you're not 11.

[ Honestly, though, he's not too far off. Not that he has any room to talk considering where he got his start. ]

That's a complicated ask.
Is there a reason you're not
focusing only on schooling?

event 19 kick-off

[righteously]

Something's going down
They just dropped some kind of cloud on Cadens
What's going down in the commune?
Can you get eyes on Steve?