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sirenspull_logs2012-04-01 10:46 pm
longaevus) wrote in sirenspull_logs2012-04-01 10:46 pm
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it couldn't have been
Who: Helen Magnus & Dean Winchester
When: April 1, late night
Where: Sector 9
Summary: Helen is a fool and Dean has a damsel in distress.
Warnings: Blood & cursing
She should haven't been out, that she knew. Helen also knew that she was pushing it, pushing herself. Her shoulder was still healing, better than it had been a week previously, but it wasn't enough. Part of her didn't care, or at least that was what she was trying to tell herself. She needed something to numb her, to distract her mind. It wasn't working, nothing ever seemed to, not for this.
Loss. Helen ahd felt so much, so much that you would think that she'd be prepared, or at least know a way of dealing with it. She didn't. Two hundred and seventy four years of age and she was as helpless to the feelings as the first time that she'd ever lost anyone - the first time that she could remember, anyway. And this? She'd been hit twice in under that amount of weeks, and she couldn't help but wonder what she'd done.
Helen had started at her lab a few hours ago, moving out from around it. She had no specific monster in mind, nothing in particular that she wished to study - did she even wish to do that? Mindless killing, or even shooting, had never been her pleasure, though Ashley had picked that up when she'd been upset... picked it up from her.
Giving a small shake of her head Helen tried to bring her focus back, trying to push aside her thoughts. They didn't help her generally, and were less helpful now. She tucked her gun away, swapping it for the stunner attached to her leg - there was no better time to try it. (Although perhaps there was)
When: April 1, late night
Where: Sector 9
Summary: Helen is a fool and Dean has a damsel in distress.
Warnings: Blood & cursing
She should haven't been out, that she knew. Helen also knew that she was pushing it, pushing herself. Her shoulder was still healing, better than it had been a week previously, but it wasn't enough. Part of her didn't care, or at least that was what she was trying to tell herself. She needed something to numb her, to distract her mind. It wasn't working, nothing ever seemed to, not for this.
Loss. Helen ahd felt so much, so much that you would think that she'd be prepared, or at least know a way of dealing with it. She didn't. Two hundred and seventy four years of age and she was as helpless to the feelings as the first time that she'd ever lost anyone - the first time that she could remember, anyway. And this? She'd been hit twice in under that amount of weeks, and she couldn't help but wonder what she'd done.
Helen had started at her lab a few hours ago, moving out from around it. She had no specific monster in mind, nothing in particular that she wished to study - did she even wish to do that? Mindless killing, or even shooting, had never been her pleasure, though Ashley had picked that up when she'd been upset... picked it up from her.
Giving a small shake of her head Helen tried to bring her focus back, trying to push aside her thoughts. They didn't help her generally, and were less helpful now. She tucked her gun away, swapping it for the stunner attached to her leg - there was no better time to try it. (Although perhaps there was)
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"Mind if I what kind?"
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"The monsters connection to the Darkness, how they're able to return and more effective - and permanent - ways of fighting against them." Although with the amount that there was it was certainly a big task.
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"How far has this, uh, study gone?" He's curious. If she knows anything anyone else doesn't he wants the upper hand too. Maybe he can share it with his parents and Sam. They could use intel like that to help other people out.
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"Sadly not too far." Which for how long she'd been researching? Wasn't so good. "I've been looking as well from a medical perspective of study; it's slow going."
Helen held her stunner back up for a moment. "I've used weapons similar to this at home, albeit on different creatures. It's what I was hoping to test tonight." What she still planned on testing.
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"What's it gonna take t'get you to abandon your post?" Dean sighs and picks his gun up taking a glance at their perimeters in the darkness. "An' save this for another night. 'Cause I can't just leave you here in good conscience."
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"I'm not, and I hardly think the day matters." She'd be back out tomorrow again, most likely, if not a few nights after that also. Helen gave a soft sigh, looking down as she thought for a moment before back at Dean.
"You have the opportunity to go, and I suggest that you take it. I'm not leaving." And continuing with her wouldn't be a good idea - she'd be splitting as much of her focus on to him, even if he had (so far) shown that he would be able to handle himself, and that would limit what she would be able (or want) to do.
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"Look, I can tell I'm not gonna get'ya t'go back inside," he makes sure the clips good with one hand. "So, take this. Just in case it gets ugly out here. You can give it back to me when the "research," is over. My name's Dean Winchester."
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She took the gun, checking it quicking. "Helen Magnus." She recognised his name from Mary but said nothing on it - they could talk later, if there was time (or want).
"Now, can I get back to it?" Except that Helen wasn't waiting for an answer. Keeping the gun close she took off in slow steps down the street, checking both ahead and behind (for Dean and Monsters).
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