Day 37: Sun Room (4th Shift)

[secret-orchard.livejournal.com]

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]

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[kindalikedit]

And it wasn't like it didn't cross Dean's mind, either, only the first thing he could think about was he wished he'd known about it earlier and could hop into the nearest Delorean and give Sammy a good dose of it. Yeah, it was messed up, but he'd been doing a lot of crazy things whenever Sammy was involved lately. Alchemy was pretty damn old school and there was all kinds of lore on it, not all of it with happy endings. Dean supposed he should just be glad he was getting a free knife out of nowhere and deal with whatever favor she might call in when it came up. He couldn't find Sammy if he couldn't even keep himself alive for more than a day.

"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.

[innovator-skuld.livejournal.com]

"Inherited power. It's item synthesis that's really impressive, but here I'm reduced to just alchemy." She was perfectly willing to talk shop, she just hated having to admit to her power having been reduced just like everybody else's. "The difference is lack of limitation; I can synthesize a multi-dimensional weapon out of household objects, but with alchemy you're limited to similar substances, like one metal to another."

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.