fourcolorlove | open rp | smash bang post: psl revival edition

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?"

Edited 2016-12-29 05:15 (UTC)

... 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.

"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.

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?"

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."

"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.

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.

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."

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."

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.

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.

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?"

"Considering I still want them all dead, it wouldn't be the worst plan."

Though she knows Seth wouldn't do that in actuality, he has as much of a survival instinct as she does. They do what they have to in order to keep going.

That's what survivors do.

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.

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.

"Yeah, sure." It's said casually, but it isn't casual at all. He has no love lost for Damon but it's still jarring to pick up the dismembered head from someone he knew. And he can't help but think of Elena and how she'll wake up someday to Damon being dead.

If there's anything that makes him sad about Damon being dead, it's that. Elena is his friend, she doesn't deserve this.

Malia personally thinks that Elena deserves a better boyfriend, but that just her. Either way, she'll drag the body off to the side of the road, where it'll be hidden by the trees from any eyes on the road. She waits for Tyler to catch up with her, before turning and surveying the woods for any prying eyes.

"Is there someone you can call?"

It's tricky. He's not calling Stefan, for obvious reasons, and Caroline might be just as bad. Bonnie is best friends with Damon and he barely knows Enzo. He settles on someone who will at least be glad he's alive, which is sad when he thinks about how there's only one person in his group who might be glad he's alive and Damon isn't.

He calls Matt.

"Hey man." He sucks in a breath before giving the run down on what happened. "I don't want to make you the middle man, but Stefan and I aren't exactly on good terms at the best of times."

Matt agrees to call Caroline for him and go from there. Tyler hangs up before turning back to Malia.

"Matt said he'd handle it."

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.

Stefan closes the door behind her with a nod, because "crazy day" might be a rather large understatement. He gives her a moment, before stepping up behind her, rubbing her arms gently as he pulls her closer. He hasn't had many surprise family members come back from the dead, but he can imagine how the shock would feel.

"Are you okay?"

That is what survivors do, and while Seth would like to consider himself one, he knows that that claim is small in the face of what Satanico has achieved in her lifetime. But he can't help but wonder if she really is at peace with the way her life has turned out, or if there's still something she's looking for.

"Considering we aren't exactly friends, still leaves me to wonder why you came to help out little ol' me."

His eyes are drawn back to the stage at the sound of the music, and when his eyes meet hers, it's almost as though he knows. He's never met her face to face, never seen her in anything other than these visions he can't seem to shake, but he knows that it's her.

Will she realize that it's him? Has she been seeing the same thing he has? He has so many questions for her, but right now isn't the time to find the answers. So he returns to his seat, enraptured in a way Sam normally isn't in these kinds of places.

Dean watches him out of the corner of his eye when Sam takes the seat next to him, but he can't really keep his eyes off Satanico either. Only a dead man would, all things considered.

"Okay."

Then there's a pause because she did just kill someone people in town might care about, and that might get Tyler in trouble. Their quick visit to Mystic Falls might have just gotten a bit more complicated. Hopefully once they explain it'll get better, but for now, she's willing to follow Tyler's lead.

"Does he need us to wait?"

Tyler, honestly, doesn't get why anyone outside of Stefan would give a shit about Damon. Like maybe he's just an asshole but he never saw anything all that redeeming in him. Then again, he's not a huge fan of Stefan's either. The Salvatore appeal is largely lost on him.

"Probably. I'd want to make sure he's safe, at least. I don't want him getting hurt because of me."

It's definitely an understatement, but it feels like almost anything would be. It's not every day that someone comes back from the dead -- although she supposes at least no one tortured Lydia this time around to accomplish the goal.

Small victories.

She closes her eyes, allowing her head to rest on his chest for a moment.

"No."

It's not easy for her to admit, Allison tries so hard to seem together and not show people how upset she really is over things, but she knows she doesn't have to do that with Stefan.

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