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Day 37: Sun Room (4th Shift)
There were still too many things on Armand's mind for him to truly relax. The morning with Alec had been a help. And seeing that TK was going to be well helped him know that it was time to work out something else, but what? He'd already, without success again, tried to reach one of the club leaders about his sole idea of something new and different. Maybe it was hopeless.
There was no way he was going to play with paper and glue like a small child, and he glared at the nurse as best he could until she gave up on the idea. There was a free chair in the Sun Room--in fact, there were many free chairs--where he settled down to see what the new patients looked like. Prisoners, not patients. He felt bad that he had to remind himself. Even if he was crazy, he wasn't going to give in to Dr. Landel's game, not today. He nibbled on an overgrown cuticle and kept an eye on the room. No dozing today.
[for Citan]
There was no way he was going to play with paper and glue like a small child, and he glared at the nurse as best he could until she gave up on the idea. There was a free chair in the Sun Room--in fact, there were many free chairs--where he settled down to see what the new patients looked like. Prisoners, not patients. He felt bad that he had to remind himself. Even if he was crazy, he wasn't going to give in to Dr. Landel's game, not today. He nibbled on an overgrown cuticle and kept an eye on the room. No dozing today.
[for Citan]
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...ugh, like she needed to be thinking about that kind of thing.
"When Nightshift starts, just come to my room, F30." If he needed to know anything else, he could ask; she figured she didn't need to tell him anything too basic, since he'd been here for over a week.
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Still, he needed to get armed. Last night just made that more obvious. He'd just have to figure something out and pop on by Skuld's room. Freebies like a Bowie didn't just drop out of the sky every day.
"I'll drop by in a bit when I've got my stash ready," Dean said. He was also wondering about the markings on the kid's face but they didn't ring any bells for him right now. And it wasn't like he had instant access to any places to research what they might mean either. "So what did you want in return? Or you doing this 'cause you're just that nice?"
He smiled again to take any sting out of it.
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The actual spoken question made her snicker. "I'm just that nice." Before he could wonder too much, she added, "I'm a goddess; we're not allowed to ask for things for ourselves in return, because we have to think of others first. If I think a group could use you, though, then I might call in a favor."
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Whatever he'd been expecting, he hadn't expected her to claim she was a goddess. Dean knew there were gods and demi-gods out there - he'd killed a few himself - but she didn't exactly look like anything he expected. Most of the ones he'd taken down were asking to get hunted but Skuld was offering to help people for seemingly no price at all. Dean wasn't sure if he bought she was a goddess and not delusional or if it would just be a "favor" though. He'd just have to assume she'd call in something hefty and there was a chance he'd have to do something he didn't like.
"A goddess, huh," Dean said, more to stall for time to size her up than any real surprise. "Wow. That's new. Goddess of what, if you don't mind me askin'?"
It'd help to know that little bit of info, in case this deal was too good to be true and turned bad. Dean wasn't sure how things could get worse for him. It wasn't like he had anything to bargain with anymore: the only thing he had of worth was his soul and that bitch demoness already had her hands in the cookie jar with that one ever since a couple of days ago.
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Somehow she had a bad feeling this would lead to "wait, alchemy? Like how to make someone immortal?" Wasn't like it would be the first time...
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"Alchemy?" Dean asked and while it was tempting to ask about having any philosopher stones on her, he instead asked, "Where'd you learn something like that? Just around or family business?"
She looked like a cute girl who belonged in school gossiping about chick stuff, but he'd learned over and over that looks meant jack - what mattered was if anything evil was going down here and if he needed to hunt it. Considering the fact he already knew he had at least one demon running around who needed a good ganking, Dean hoped, assuming she really was a demi-godess or something, that her "skills" weren't dabbling in the dark side stuff. So far she came off as pretty genuine though.
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Okay, he seemed like a good guy. Skuld considered herself very good at judging character (and everything else she did), so she didn't have any worries about arming him.