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[mordedura]

After a while you're going to realize you're still pissed.

It had seemed so easy, in theory, that she could kill Malvaldo and she would finally be free to move on with her life. But what does that mean anyway? She's dedicated centuries to trying to get her revenge and now she's supposed to do what exactly? She isn't sure. She couldn't stay when Richie asked her to, she would never be what he had wanted from her, what he needed from her.

She cannot be the goddess countless of culebras pray to, looking for salvation. She can't help them. She can't help anyone. She's confused and lost and she's angry because even now she still feels trapped even though her prison is much bigger than she used to be. She hears whispers about how the Geckos are running things, the trouble they were having from some of the other Lords. Personally, she wishes she could have just burnt it all to the ground.

Things are never that easy.

Santanico. Kisa. Whoever she is hard to define but she does not forget the people who have helped her. So when she hears whispering about plans to take out the Geckos she finds her way back in their sphere once more, having killed off a group of culebras who had been sent as assassins. She drops the stakes she had been using to fight with, smirking a little, wearing that familiar mask, as Seth walks towards her. Her more snake like qualities fade away and her wings retract back into her body.

"It wouldn't do for the famous Gecko brothers to be killed by a couple of assassins, would it?"

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... It's not that Seth's not grateful, or anything.

Things between him and Santanico have always been complicated, one way or another. Showing overt gratitude for something like saving his life might make it seem like he's happy to see her or something equally similar, and can't have that. At all. Ever.

That being said, part of him is actually happy to see her. Not just for saving his ass (again), but also for the fact that while he may be running a culebra outfit with his culebra brother, he actually knows jack shit about culebras, which is considerably less than what his brother thinks he knows about culebras, and he actually is one.

Go fucking figure.

Still. Stoicism and annoyance and par for the course with Seth when it comes to Santanico (or Kisa or whatever she's going by now), so once the surprise at seeing her fades away, he presses his lips into a thin line and holds his hand up to her to help him up from where he, in true Seth Gecko fashion, had landed on his back when he ran out of bullets.

"Look what the cat dragged in."

That's probably the closest she'll get to a thank you.

[mordedura]

Things would probably never be simple between them and if she's honest she has herself to blame as much as anyone else. Then again, in her experience nothing is ever simple anyway, so what does it matter? He's proven to be more honorable than she would have originally thought.

Which might be why she wasn't adverse to the idea of coming to help him. She owed him right? He had taken her call, helped her, and she doesn't like oweing anyone anything. Not anymore. She's still figuring out who she is. Not Santanico but Kisa, now.

Whoever that is. That girl died a long, long time ago but she's trying to find her again.

"Please," She smirks, making her way towards him. "You've been trying to find me so you can spare me the surprise."

[bulletless]

Okay. Guilty. It makes his life a little bit easier because he did know he was in her turf at the time. But at the same time, he is slightly surprised that she decided to save his ass, so there's that.

"And looks like I have succeeded." He gives her a thin smirk. "If I had known all I had to do was almost get myself killed, I would have pissed what's left of the Nine Lords off sooner."

No, he wouldn't have. That's mostly sarcasm because he does have some kind of a self-preservation instinct, but he knows she sees his point.

[imnot_likeyou]

"Dude. You drove me all the way to Mexico for a strip club?"

"Are you complaining?"

To be fair, following these visions he'd been having and finding that they led him to something called the "Titty Twister" is a little disappointing, but at the same time, it's the biggest lead they've had in a while and Sam wants answers more than anything else. So he'll shoot Dean a look, and his brother'll shrug.

"No. Just there are plenty of those north of the border."

Sam rolled his eyes a bit at that, before starting to make his way closer. "I'm just following the visions, alright?"

"Yeah. Cuz that makes me feel better." He rolls his eyes for a moment, before sighing and making his way forward. "Well, at least they hopefully have a good show."

Sam takes a deep breath, and goes to follow him in. He hopes he's right about that on some level. Otherwise, this could just as easily be a mess.

[mordedura]

"I don't trust them," Carlos hisses into her ears as she steps out of her bath, wrapping a towel around her as she does. "They're hunters, what if they try to kill you, diosa, I don't think it's worth risking that."

Santanico frowns at his words, even if she knows he has a point. It's risky, but she doesn't want to stay here any longer either. So it's worth the risk.

"You worry too much, Carlitos. He'll help us."

She's so close to freedom, she can't give up now.

[imnot_likeyou]

Sam and Dean make their way inside and settle at one of the tables near the stage. They're told that they're just in time for the main event, and until then, they're welcome to partake of the offerings available.

He means the girls. Sam makes a face. Dean is all too pleased with that, and he'll happily get them both some beers while Sam just lets his eyes scan the room and take things in. There are some things that seem incredibly out of place in a strip club - some of the carvings on the wall in particular - but he tries not to think about it too much.

Maybe they're just in an old building.

[mordedura]

It is an old building. It used to be a temple. It's still a place of worship, but the worship has changed. It's uglier. More honest, perhaps. The music starts and it's Santanico's cue. Carlos expresses his concerns once more but she brushes him off before taking her snake up onto her shoulders to make her way out to the stage.

Her eyes scan through the crowd, looking for the one she's been trying to draw here.

[wildkingdom]

Vampires, for the record, taste like crap.

Malia's spitting blood as she shifts back, and making a face as she does. Normally she can stand the taste of blood, but there's something about a vampire's that just makes it ... wrong. Like it's gone bad from bad meat. Malia wouldn't actually disagree with that sentiment, given what said vampire had been about to do. Bad meat, bad man and she really doesn't feel all that bad of severing his head from his shoulders with her teeth.

(There had been a moment where she thought she wasn't going to have to. Tyler was talking to him and Damon walked away, giving the appearance of being talked down. But something changed in those few feet and when he charged, so did Malia.)

She's pulling her shirt over her head as the body desiccates in front of her, and she almost gags at the sight. Dead bodies don't bother her. Something looking like it's rotting when she had that in her mouth? That gets to her. Her shorts follow not long after the shirt before she finally glances over to Tyler, anger and feral instinct fading to something a little more human and compassionate.

"You okay?"

[lockwood]

Vampires are pretty gross. Tyler can't think of a single one he likes anymore. Elena isn't a vampire anymore and Caroline's changed a lot since she's been with Stefan, and not always in good ways. He doesn't harbor any feelings for his ex-girlfriend anymore but he misses his friend. But he's never been Team Salvatore and that's always been an issue.

Just like it'll continue being one. He knows the others aren't going to respond well to this turn of events. But Tyler would be lying if he said he was sad Damon Salvatore is dead. Because he really, really isn't.

He should of stayed out of Mystic Falls and never come home, he thinks briefly before turning his attention back to Malia. He nods a little.

"I've survived worse."

[wildkingdom]

Malia nods, before she turns her eyes to scan the rest of the road, just in case this guy wasn't alone. And when it's clear that he is, she very pragmatically goes to reach for Damon's legs. "We probably shouldn't leave him in the road." That's not a good place to leave a dead body. "Can you grab his head?"

They don't have to talk about emotions if they don't have to. Or the fact that Tyler clearly knew this guy.

[transferee]

The trip to Mexico to see who had been hunting down Derek had been unexpected, to say the least, but it was far from the most unexpected thing to happen during that trip. Her Aunt Kate was alive and she doesn't know how to feel about that. Kate was objectively a monster. She had done terrible things. But she had been Allison's aunt, and more like a sister. Watching Peter Hale rip her throat out had been scarring, to say the least.

If part of her wanted to save her aunt, would that be so wrong?

It would. She knows it would be. But it's hard to shake. She can try to make her own mark but her family is a part of her, she can't escape them.

But they have bigger things to worry about. Like why was Derek a teenager suddenly?

They've stopped on the way back to Beacon Hills at a hotel for the night (luckily, this motel is nothing like the last one they stayed in) and Stefan's room was next to her and Lydia. Her best friend kept making pointed comments and looks about that fact but Allison didn't particularly care and knocks on his door, waiting for him to respond. It'd be nice to have someone to talk to, and at least he doesn't have any personal issues with her aunt.

[somanyadjectives]

Stefan opens the door almost immediately, giving her a small smile as he does. He feels for her - he knows how it feels to have people you didn't expect come out of the woodwork again, particularly people you thought were dead. But he doesn't expect her to talk about it if she doesn't want to, and just steps to the side to let her in.

"Hey."

[transferee]

She's not sure what she wants to do, honestly. But it's easier to figure it around him and not the people who know all too well what her aunt is capable of, who might judge her if even a tiny part of her was glad Kate wasn't dead.

"Hey."

She steps inside, wrapping her arms around herself as she does so. "Crazy day, huh?"

[toomuchheart]

Castiel and Mary are running out of options.

Castiel doesn't know how to fight the government and Mary's contacts are all long gone. They need help, and since Crowley is being less than helpful, he knows he has to turn to allies that Sam had requested they leave out of this. It had been six months. Allison had to have noticed that Sam wasn't returning her calls.

He hopes that she hadn't assumed he was dead. Though with the Winchesters, that can be a reasonable assumption to make.

So for now they're sitting at the diner, waiting for Allison and Lydia to arrive. What he's hoping for, she may not still be able to help him achieve, but at least four heads are better than two.

[transferee]

Allison has noticed. And she's worried. And she's tried to track Sam down to no avail. She's known him long enough to know that when he and his brother go missing? It's bad news, not just for them but usually for mankind as a whole.

So when she got the call from Castiel? She was honestly relieved. It might mean some answers, if nothing else.

Lydia rubs her arm in support before they sit down into the other side of the booth.

"She's been worried sick for months."

Allison shoots her best friend a look and Lydia returns it with an innocent face.

"What, it's true."

Allison frowns, mostly because Lydia is right.

"So what's been going on?"

[toomuchheart]

"Sorry." The apology is said with his usual flat affect. "We were hoping we could handle this on ou own."

"We should have known better, but it's been too long now." Mary glances between them for a moment, before adding a bit of a gentler touch. "I'm Mary, by the way." Then there's another beat as she tries to figure out how to phrase it. "The boys were arrested. For ... trying to kill the president."

[hedgebitch]

Julia is desperate. It's a feeling she's become all too aware of in the past year or so and things have only continued to get worse. With the Beast gone now she's going to have to look for other means to destroy Reynard. She uses some of Marina's contacts to find someone who specializes in finding (well, really, stealing) dark objects, and if there's anyone who knows if there's a weapon out there that can kill a god, it's Bela.

When there's a knock on her door she gets up quickly to answer it. She steps aside to let the other woman in.

"You must be Bela Talbot."

[enjoythe_ride]

"And you must be Julia."

She looks her up and down for a moment, curiosity in her features as she makes her way inside. She hasn't heard much about her from Marina, but she certainly heard enough. It also must involve quite a bit of trust if Marina put the two of them in touch.

"Charmed, I'm sure."

[hedgebitch]

"Likewise."

Julia doesn't tend to make good first impressions, but she doesn't particularly care either, all things considered.

"I hear you're good at finding impossible things."

And more importantly, taking them.

for winchester things

[middlefinger]

[imnot_likeyou]

[It's an unwritten rule of being a hunter: You don't go near Purgatory.

It's not that they don't want to help the people there, it's just that the town's only really active when the Heir is active, and when the Heir is active - well, they don't really need hunters. Sam isn't here on hunting business, however.

He's here because he's running from hunters so he goes the last place she'll expect him. Finding Shorty's seems like a good place to lay low for a bit, and at least get something to eat. He slides his massive self onto the nearest bar stool, before reaching for the menu and addressing the person next to him.]

Any recommendations?

[middlefinger]

[New faces aren't something they get a lot of in Purgatory. To say the town is insular by nature is a bit of an understatement. And with the knowledge of Black Badge and other elements out there that Wynonna doesn't totally understand yet she's a little suspicious of newcomers.

Which is why she saddles next to Sam at the bar.]

I dunno, I don't usually come for the food.

/tentatively tests out waverly in npc form

[hasperkynipples]

[It's been a long time since Dean's seen Wynonna. It's not as though he was looking for her either - they had a crazy weekend on the heels of a big hunt for him, and it was fun, but she hadn't been looking for a repeat, and he has a habit of never guaranteeing one.

Still, when he and Sam are driving through Purgatory and wind up stopping there for the night (Sam insists on sleeping in an actual bed, the wimp), Dean wanders into a bar to wind down from a drive, and there she is. He's not sure if it's good karma or bad, but that's not going to stop the grin that stretches across his face as he makes his approach.]

Wynonna.

[Waverly frowns from her spot behind the bar, looking the guy over for a moment, before pointing to him with one finger. "That guy actually looks happy to see you. Is that a good thing or a bad thing?"]

Re: /tentatively tests out waverly in npc form

[middlefinger]

[it's been a long time since Wynonna has seen Dean; they had a fun weekend once but then they went their separate ways, neither one of them wanted more than they had had.

it was years ago. so wynonna is surprised when he walks into Shorty's. not bad surprised just...surprised. she never expected to see him again. but she didn't expect a lot of things that happened.]

Dean.

[She gives a small wave before turning to Waverly.]

Good thing, we had some fun a few years back -- can't blame him for remembering me fondly.