the marquis de Carabas (
mattersverymuch) wrote2013-03-05 02:25 pm
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-- Oxford Circus. Join me.
[He starts without explanation, because the person he's addressing knows exactly who she is, and then laughs.]
Have you ever played with pigeons? Slower, messier. Rats are quicker and cleverer but have the disadvantage of short legs and no wings. Although I imagine they'd make things more interesting regardless. Rats generally do.
Would never have let that happen. That's why pigeons are second choice. You're welcome, by the way. Again. It was a lovely few days. Practically a holiday. Even though I nearly got injured.
[private: dean]
You deserved that, retroactively.
[private: castiel]
[pleasantly:] In the future, find an alternate solution.
( ooc; mornington crescent. and though he's inviting iris in specifically, he left it open so that a) people familiar could try to beat him and b) people unfamiliar could ask about it. fair warning: he knows a lot more stations than you do. )
[He starts without explanation, because the person he's addressing knows exactly who she is, and then laughs.]
Have you ever played with pigeons? Slower, messier. Rats are quicker and cleverer but have the disadvantage of short legs and no wings. Although I imagine they'd make things more interesting regardless. Rats generally do.
Would never have let that happen. That's why pigeons are second choice. You're welcome, by the way. Again. It was a lovely few days. Practically a holiday. Even though I nearly got injured.
[private: dean]
You deserved that, retroactively.
[private: castiel]
[pleasantly:] In the future, find an alternate solution.
( ooc; mornington crescent. and though he's inviting iris in specifically, he left it open so that a) people familiar could try to beat him and b) people unfamiliar could ask about it. fair warning: he knows a lot more stations than you do. )
[ Private : Video ]
Not that he knows why he was expecting mundane from the Marquis, not with everything else he knows. So the hunter shakes his head and feigns idiocy seamlessly.]
Man, you lost me there. It's okay. I think my tab is high enough.
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[Fear, it's what kept the marquis in business, in favors, in the green. This is a drop in the bucket; it makes him hungry for more. Everyone will need to play ball with him, sooner or later.]
[He smiles, almost pityingly. The smile is a lie. He doesn't believe Dean - because after all, Dean is a liar.]
Are you afraid?
[He doubts it. But it would be nice. He is a monster that lurks in the dark. Fear is his due, fear and acquiescence to his superiority.]
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Sunshine, I got a lot bigger problems'n you hanging around. I ain't got the time or the energy for fear.
[Both of which are true. Dean is wary of the Marquis, aware of him, but he's a man with Hell hanging over him, with nothing to lose, and on a mission that will kill him if he fails in it. So he smiles, and he bluffs, and he slips on to the end:]
Should I be?
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I don't think what should be matters to you at all.
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[It's not. His brother is the idealist, Dean is too practical for that, but he spends a lot of time living how he thinks people should live.
But he also completely ignores the things they're currently talking about. Threats. Fear. Impossibilities. They can all go to hell if he needs something on the other side of them and Dean tips his chin up slightly.]
You get a lotta that back home, I'm gonna guess. Fear.
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Which doesn't surprise you.
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[And there is an edge of resentment, just the slightest harshness of tone, that belies how angry this makes him. Cool, silent anger, but anger nonetheless.]
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Doesn't mean there isn't still an asshole with a knife in the dark that'll put you down just the same, though, does it?
[Dean is smirking. He's a creature of the dark, too. He knows.]
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There are different kinds of predators. They aren't all loud.
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The hunter considers replying to that, but there's really only one more thing to say, isn't there? He touches two fingers to his temple, flicks them out lazily in a sloppy, mocking salute, the smirk as unwavering as hie eyes on the Marquis'.]
See you around, Sunshine.