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Post by jυιcyғrυιт on Feb 5, 2017 20:14:42 GMT -5
GengarThe Doctor frowned, "Hang on, mister tough guy." He said, waving his hands in the air, "I don't even know your name? Can't I ask some questions, considering it seems that we are in the same predicament?"
Castiel was watching the odd stranger when he felt a familiar buzz. Dean!
Castiel narrowed his eyes, listening to Dean's prayer. (( I apologize for my ignorance, but I totally forget. Can Cas respond to Dean's prayer without physically being there? ))
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Post by Gengar on Feb 5, 2017 20:29:23 GMT -5
its fine! and no he can't since its like a one-way thing. }}
Dean sighed, rolling his eyes. "For all I know, you're the one that brought me here," he replied. "So I'm not telling you my name." No, it wasn't a straight-forward way to kill him, but most monsters, demons, angels, you name it, didn't use straight-forward methods anyway, so he wasn't taking his chances.
"I will tell you that I've had one Hell of a week, and waking up in a dumpster isn't even the worst thing to happen, but you better not make me use this gun." He shifted towards the entrance of the alley. If he was going to leave, he needed to be inconspicuous about it. Even if he wasn't, he wanted to be closer to an exit if this guy attacked or tried anything.
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Post by jυιcyғrυιт on Feb 5, 2017 20:34:00 GMT -5
GengarThe Doctor sighed, waving towards the exit, "I'm not going to attack you, chill." He said, his eyes half closed. He ran his fingers through his hair, suddenly seeming exhausted. "Geez, everyone is so angry nowadays...." The Time Lord sighed. (( @bolderpelt you think I could swap from 5th Doctor to tenth? I just realized I'm kind of being more like 10, and I haven't said anything that would make it matter if I changed.))
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Post by Deleted on Feb 5, 2017 20:41:22 GMT -5
[[ Yeah, sure jυιcyғrυιт ]] "Yes, yes, me too," The Doctor replied, rocking back and forth on his heels before turning to the shelves behind him. "It seems abandoned," he remarked, more to himself than to this Castiel, swiping his fingers over the dust and, without too much thought, sticking them directly into his mouth. He grimaced, wiping his hand on his jacket like a child before saying, "It's been abandoned for I'd say a couple of months, from the age of that." He gestured to the grime with one pointed finger. How he knew that from literally eating dust he wasn't going to explain, but he continued on after a brief moment of thought, "Have you seen anyone else here? If the two of us are here, then there might be others. You never know." Fast as lightning, Natasha's hand slammed on the thin door to keep it open, as the other one leveled her pistol, and she barged into the room, nostrils flaring and shoulders back. Her wrist and elbow ached on the side where she had caught the door. This kid was stronger than he looked. After a deep breath, she managed to spit out, eyes narrowed dangerously, "Who are you?" She wasn't going to put the gun down just because he appeared to be a teenager, but she hadn't taken it off of safety either. She'd hate to accidentally put a bullet in someone who was an ally. [[ which version of peter is this, gengar? like, movies wise. ]]
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Post by Gengar on Feb 5, 2017 20:44:37 GMT -5
im gonna say the first remake. i haven't seen homecoming yet also sorry if he's ooc i like haven't read the comics or anything }}
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Post by jυιcyғrυιт on Feb 5, 2017 20:44:57 GMT -5
@bolderpelt Castiel hesitated, "No I have not seen anyone else." He tried to focus on Dean, where he was located. It wasn't exact, but he got an idea of where the Winchester was. He turned to the Doctor, "I must go now, Doctor." He said, and turned to leave the abandoned shop. His face was stony and expressionless. ( thanks )
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Post by Gengar on Feb 5, 2017 20:51:08 GMT -5
When the door swung back open and she barged in, Peter put his hands up in the air. "Woah, woah. I'm no one. Look! I'm wearing girl's jeans!" he commented quickly. He licked his lips, noting that with his hands up, the sleeves of the over-sized dress shirt had slid down, revealing the black wristbands which held his web-shooters. He held a hand out in front of him, as if it would even do anything against a gun. "Look, I don't have money or anything. There is stuff in closet if you want it. This isn't even my room. I'm not trying to hurt anyone," he began to ramble again.
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Post by jυιcyғrυιт on Feb 5, 2017 20:53:02 GMT -5
(( Gengar yup, that's just a typical reaction when a women suddenly bursts in and aims a gun at you.. "Look, I'm wearing girls' jeans!" Haha ))
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Post by Deleted on Feb 5, 2017 20:53:49 GMT -5
[[ it's fine my guy!!! ]]
"Wait, wait," The Doctor said, almost immediately, holding a hand out but then decided against touching this alien-man-angel-whatever, "I'm coming with. Two people's better than one." Maybe he should've asked politely, but so far, Castiel didn't seem all too dangerous, just a bit... cold. The Doctor could deal with cold; he'd met colder. But, he didn't want to be alone out here, in his own odd way. It was no so much that he was afraid of the solitude of being in this place, it was the fact that he needed to have someone to be with to feel comfortable, even a total stranger would suffice.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 5, 2017 20:56:19 GMT -5
When the door swung back open and she barged in, Peter put his hands up in the air. "Woah, woah. I'm no one. Look! I'm wearing girl's jeans!" he commented quickly. He licked his lips, noting that with his hands up, the sleeves of the over-sized dress shirt had slid down, revealing the black wristbands which held his web-shooters. He held a hand out in front of him, as if it would even do anything against a gun. "Look, I don't have money or anything. There is stuff in closet if you want it. This isn't even my room. I'm not trying to hurt anyone," he began to ramble again. After a quick, mental assessment, Natasha decided he wasn't a threat. "Okay, okay," she said quickly, holding both her hands up, turning the gun away from him, "look, kid, calm down. First things first, what's your name, how'd you get here, and what is that?" She gestured to the black wristbands on both of his arms as she slowly, carefully, lowered her gun and began to holster it. 'I'm wearing girl's jeans.' That was a way to plead nonviolence if she'd ever heard one.
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Post by jυιcyғrυιт on Feb 5, 2017 20:56:24 GMT -5
@bolderpelt Castiel looked back at the Doctor. The angel decided it was best to just allow the stranger to follow him. Castiel wasn't stupid, even if he did say no, he'd still be followed. So, the angel just nodded as a reply, then continued to walk, concentrating on Dean's location.
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Post by Gengar on Feb 5, 2017 20:56:44 GMT -5
Gengar The Doctor sighed, waving towards the exit, "I'm not going to attack you, chill." He said, his eyes half closed. He ran his fingers through his hair, suddenly seeming exhausted. "Geez, everyone is so angry nowadays...." The Time Lord sighed. (( @bolderpelt you think I could swap from 5th Doctor to tenth? I just realized I'm kind of being more like 10, and I haven't said anything that would make it matter if I changed.)) "No s*** I'm angry. I don't know where my brother is. My best friend isn't responding to my prayers, and I'm stuck here with you, who won't even begin to make sense." He held his gun up, moving backwards still. "Now answer me, or I will shoot you." Did he say he hated British people? Right. He did. In the least, he didn't trust them, not one bit, and he didn't like someone not answering his questions either.
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Post by jυιcyғrυιт on Feb 5, 2017 21:02:38 GMT -5
"No s*** I'm angry. I don't know where my brother is. My best friend isn't responding to my prayers, and I'm stuck here with you, who won't even begin to make sense." He held his gun up, moving backwards still. "Now answer me, or I will shoot you." Did he say he hated British people? Right. He did. In the least, he didn't trust them, not one bit, and he didn't like someone not answering his questions either. GengarThe Doctor was normally a pretty patient guy, but being yelled out and having a gun waved in his face was testing his boundaries. He lashed out, quickly grabbing the stranger's wrist and twisting the gun out of his grip. He dumped the bullets, then handed the weapon back to the violent man. "I really, really, don't like being threatened." The Doctor growled, his eyes blazing. Then, like someone flipped a switch he grinned, "Anywhoozies, if you're quite done with your violence, perhaps we could try and work together go decide why we are stuck here?"
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Post by Gengar on Feb 5, 2017 21:02:56 GMT -5
When the door swung back open and she barged in, Peter put his hands up in the air. "Woah, woah. I'm no one. Look! I'm wearing girl's jeans!" he commented quickly. He licked his lips, noting that with his hands up, the sleeves of the over-sized dress shirt had slid down, revealing the black wristbands which held his web-shooters. He held a hand out in front of him, as if it would even do anything against a gun. "Look, I don't have money or anything. There is stuff in closet if you want it. This isn't even my room. I'm not trying to hurt anyone," he began to ramble again. After a quick, mental assessment, Natasha decided he wasn't a threat. "Okay, okay," she said quickly, holding both her hands up, turning the gun away from him, "look, kid, calm down. First things first, what's your name, how'd you get here, and what is that?" She gestured to the black wristbands on both of his arms as she slowly, carefully, lowered her gun and began to holster it. 'I'm wearing girl's jeans.' That was a way to plead nonviolence if she'd ever heard one. He nodded, relieved that she'd taken the gun off of him. Well, that meant she'd earned his trust then. Calling him "kid" also made him think of her as a reliable adult, which, if he could tell, he kind of needed right now seeing as he'd woken up on the bathroom floor of somebody else's hotel room. "My name's Peter Parker. I don't know how I got here, and these are... um, bracelets?" He was a very convincing liar. He lowered his arms and pulled his sleeves back down to cover them awkwardly that totally didn't make them suspicious. However, the last thing he wanted to do was alert her to the fact that he was Spiderman. She was a total stranger!
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Post by Deleted on Feb 5, 2017 21:07:22 GMT -5
@bolderpelt Castiel looked back at the Doctor. The angel decided it was best to just allow the stranger to follow him. Castiel wasn't stupid, even if he did say no, he'd still be followed. So, the angel just nodded as a reply, then continued to walk, concentrating on Dean's location. The Doctor wasn't stupid either, but he was a little sh*t, so he yammered pretty persistently as they walked. He kept a couple of feet behind, glancing around and pointing things out or just murmuring to himself. Occasionally, he stopped talking, all too focused on the two blurry shapes of Castiel's back. After what seemed like ages, but in all honesty had probably only been thirty seconds, he asked, "If you don't mind me asking, what are you?" The Time Lord had never seen anything quite like him, and he'd seen a lot of odd things.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 5, 2017 21:09:52 GMT -5
After a quick, mental assessment, Natasha decided he wasn't a threat. "Okay, okay," she said quickly, holding both her hands up, turning the gun away from him, "look, kid, calm down. First things first, what's your name, how'd you get here, and what is that?" She gestured to the black wristbands on both of his arms as she slowly, carefully, lowered her gun and began to holster it. 'I'm wearing girl's jeans.' That was a way to plead nonviolence if she'd ever heard one. He nodded, relieved that she'd taken the gun off of him. Well, that meant she'd earned his trust then. Calling him "kid" also made him think of her as a reliable adult, which, if he could tell, he kind of needed right now seeing as he'd woken up on the bathroom floor of somebody else's hotel room. "My name's Peter Parker. I don't know how I got here, and these are... um, bracelets?" He was a very convincing liar. He lowered his arms and pulled his sleeves back down to cover them awkwardly that totally didn't make them suspicious. However, the last thing he wanted to do was alert her to the fact that he was Spiderman. She was a total stranger! At least he seemed to be a bit calmed down. She nodded as he spoke, though she wasn't stupid. Natasha knew that those weren't "bracelets," but she figured that he would only go on the defense once more if she continued to question him about them. He was a skinny guy. If they did prove to be dangerous, she was confident she could take him down. So, she extended a hand, and replied, "I'm Natasha Romanoff, and I have no idea how I got here either. Nice to meet you." Her eyes weren't all that warm, though she tried to offer as much a smile as she could muster.
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Post by Gengar on Feb 5, 2017 21:09:56 GMT -5
"No s*** I'm angry. I don't know where my brother is. My best friend isn't responding to my prayers, and I'm stuck here with you, who won't even begin to make sense." He held his gun up, moving backwards still. "Now answer me, or I will shoot you." Did he say he hated British people? Right. He did. In the least, he didn't trust them, not one bit, and he didn't like someone not answering his questions either. Gengar The Doctor was normally a pretty patient guy, but being yelled out and having a gun waved in his face was testing his boundaries. He lashed out, quickly grabbing the stranger's wrist and twisting the gun out of his grip. He dumped the bullets, then handed the weapon back to the violent man. "I really, really, don't like being threatened." The Doctor growled, his eyes blazing. Then, like someone flipped a switch he grinned, "Anywhoozies, if you're quite done with your violence, perhaps we could try and work together go decide why we are stuck here?" doctor: hey lets be peaceful dean: how bouT I NOT }}
As much as the Doctor didn't like be threatened-- and maybe even more,-- Dean didn't like having his gun taken away from him, but he was kind of used to it by now. Then again, d***, it would be a really great time for Sam or Cas to decide to show up. "Look, you're either a monster or you're crazy, so I'm not planning on working anything out with you," he warned. Then again, something told him that refusing to work with the Doctor was a bad idea, but he didn't often listen to that something, and things usually went badly, but... that wasn't the point.
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Post by jυιcyғrυιт on Feb 5, 2017 21:10:35 GMT -5
@bolderpelt Castiel looked back at the Doctor. The angel decided it was best to just allow the stranger to follow him. Castiel wasn't stupid, even if he did say no, he'd still be followed. So, the angel just nodded as a reply, then continued to walk, concentrating on Dean's location. The Doctor wasn't stupid either, but he was a little sh*t, so he yammered pretty persistently as they walked. He kept a couple of feet behind, glancing around and pointing things out or just murmuring to himself. Occasionally, he stopped talking, all too focused on the two blurry shapes of Castiel's back. After what seemed like ages, but in all honesty had probably only been thirty seconds, he asked, "If you don't mind me asking, what are you?" The Time Lord had never seen anything quite like him, and he'd seen a lot of odd things. @bolderpelt Castiel took a deep breath, continuing to walk as he replied to the Doctor. "I am an angel of the lord." He said simply, "And what are you?" He asked, keeping his eyes ahead.
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Post by jυιcyғrυιт on Feb 5, 2017 21:14:58 GMT -5
Gengar The Doctor was normally a pretty patient guy, but being yelled out and having a gun waved in his face was testing his boundaries. He lashed out, quickly grabbing the stranger's wrist and twisting the gun out of his grip. He dumped the bullets, then handed the weapon back to the violent man. "I really, really, don't like being threatened." The Doctor growled, his eyes blazing. Then, like someone flipped a switch he grinned, "Anywhoozies, if you're quite done with your violence, perhaps we could try and work together go decide why we are stuck here?" doctor: hey lets be peaceful dean: how bouT I NOT }}
As much as the Doctor didn't like be threatened-- and maybe even more,-- Dean didn't like having his gun taken away from him, but he was kind of used to it by now. Then again, d***, it would be a really great time for Sam or Cas to decide to show up. "Look, you're either a monster or you're crazy, so I'm not planning on working anything out with you," he warned. Then again, something told him that refusing to work with the Doctor was a bad idea, but he didn't often listen to that something, and things usually went badly, but... that wasn't the point. (( yup XD Gengar )) The Doctor laughed, "Monster, no way." Then he frowned, "Crazy? Well, that opinion is debatable." He rambled on for a moment, then shook himself out of his spiral into weird. "If you don't want to work together, that is fine. However, I may be able to help you locate your companions." At the word, 'companion', the Doctor's eyes darkened, suddenly full of sadness and exhaustion.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 5, 2017 21:17:36 GMT -5
The Doctor wasn't stupid either, but he was a little sh*t, so he yammered pretty persistently as they walked. He kept a couple of feet behind, glancing around and pointing things out or just murmuring to himself. Occasionally, he stopped talking, all too focused on the two blurry shapes of Castiel's back. After what seemed like ages, but in all honesty had probably only been thirty seconds, he asked, "If you don't mind me asking, what are you?" The Time Lord had never seen anything quite like him, and he'd seen a lot of odd things. @bolderpelt Castiel took a deep breath, continuing to walk as he replied to the Doctor. "I am an angel of the lord." He said simply, "And what are you?" He asked, keeping his eyes ahead. The Doctor had to hold back a scoff. There were no such things as angels. But, then again, that did explain the wings... no, certainly not possible. He said nothing about that though, only replying to Castiel's own question with a chipper, "I'm a Time Lord." He wasn't sure if the "angel" would know what that was or not, so he held off on further explanation, for now at least.
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Post by Gengar on Feb 5, 2017 21:17:57 GMT -5
He nodded, relieved that she'd taken the gun off of him. Well, that meant she'd earned his trust then. Calling him "kid" also made him think of her as a reliable adult, which, if he could tell, he kind of needed right now seeing as he'd woken up on the bathroom floor of somebody else's hotel room. "My name's Peter Parker. I don't know how I got here, and these are... um, bracelets?" He was a very convincing liar. He lowered his arms and pulled his sleeves back down to cover them awkwardly that totally didn't make them suspicious. However, the last thing he wanted to do was alert her to the fact that he was Spiderman. She was a total stranger! At least he seemed to be a bit calmed down. She nodded as he spoke, though she wasn't stupid. Natasha knew that those weren't "bracelets," but she figured that he would only go on the defense once more if she continued to question him about them. He was a skinny guy. If they did prove to be dangerous, she was confident she could take him down. So, she extended a hand, and replied, "I'm Natasha Romanoff, and I have no idea how I got here either. Nice to meet you." Her eyes weren't all that warm, though she tried to offer as much a smile as she could muster. i'm assuming since they're from the same universe he would know of her but i can edit if ya want }}
His eyes widened. "Woah, Natasha? The Black Widow? I'm a big fan," he replied, taking her hand to shake. He smiled much wider than she. Then again, seeing as she was an Avenger, should he tell her about the bracelets? Would it really hurt if she knew? She might not believe him, though, and what if she had the same opinion of him as the police? Maybe it was just a bad idea.
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Post by jυιcyғrυιт on Feb 5, 2017 21:20:03 GMT -5
@bolderpelt Castiel took a deep breath, continuing to walk as he replied to the Doctor. "I am an angel of the lord." He said simply, "And what are you?" He asked, keeping his eyes ahead. The Doctor had to hold back a scoff. There were no such things as angels. But, then again, that did explain the wings... no, certainly not possible. He said nothing about that though, only replying to Castiel's own question with a chipper, "I'm a Time Lord." He wasn't sure if the "angel" would know what that was or not, so he held off on further explanation, for now at least. @bolderpelt Castiel paused for a second, looking back at the Doctor, a bit shocked. "Time Lord? I thought the Time Lords were extinct." He said, before beginning to walk again. However, his mind began to run with thoughts.
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Post by Gengar on Feb 5, 2017 21:21:05 GMT -5
doctor: hey lets be peaceful dean: how bouT I NOT }}
As much as the Doctor didn't like be threatened-- and maybe even more,-- Dean didn't like having his gun taken away from him, but he was kind of used to it by now. Then again, d***, it would be a really great time for Sam or Cas to decide to show up. "Look, you're either a monster or you're crazy, so I'm not planning on working anything out with you," he warned. Then again, something told him that refusing to work with the Doctor was a bad idea, but he didn't often listen to that something, and things usually went badly, but... that wasn't the point. (( yup XD Gengar )) The Doctor laughed, "Monster, no way." Then he frowned, "Crazy? Well, that opinion is debatable." He rambled on for a moment, then shook himself out of his spiral into weird. "If you don't want to work together, that is fine. However, I may be able to help you locate your companions." At the word, 'companion', the Doctor's eyes darkened, suddenly full of sadness and exhaustion. "Companions?" Oh, he meant Sam and Cas. Yeah, that'd be helpful, but experience told him that making a deal with this guy to get to Sam and/or Cas would only come back to haunt him in the end. This guy could be anything, or anyone for that matter. Hell, he could be Lucifer reincarnate and Dean would have no clue. "Fine. We work together for now. You try anything, you're dead," he, again, threatened. Except, now he didn't even have a gun...
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Post by Deleted on Feb 5, 2017 21:23:06 GMT -5
At least he seemed to be a bit calmed down. She nodded as he spoke, though she wasn't stupid. Natasha knew that those weren't "bracelets," but she figured that he would only go on the defense once more if she continued to question him about them. He was a skinny guy. If they did prove to be dangerous, she was confident she could take him down. So, she extended a hand, and replied, "I'm Natasha Romanoff, and I have no idea how I got here either. Nice to meet you." Her eyes weren't all that warm, though she tried to offer as much a smile as she could muster. i'm assuming since they're from the same universe he would know of her but i can edit if ya want }}
His eyes widened. "Woah, Natasha? The Black Widow? I'm a big fan," he replied, taking her hand to shake. He smiled much wider than she. Then again, seeing as she was an Avenger, should he tell her about the bracelets? Would it really hurt if she knew? She might not believe him, though, and what if she had the same opinion of him as the police? Maybe it was just a bad idea. [[ that's all good ^^ ]]
Oh, so he knew her, but then again, who didn't? She let him shake her hand for what seemed like a second to long, at least to her, because he just seemed so delighted to meet her. Sometimes she forgot that she was in the public eye now. But, eventually, she let go, and said simply, "Thanks. Now, do you wanna get out of here or not? I'm still trying to figure out where I- we are." Like she'd said, no brochures or hotel booklets to speak of. Not even any sort of logo on the robes or anything like that. It was damn weird, and she had no explanation for it.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 5, 2017 21:24:51 GMT -5
The Doctor had to hold back a scoff. There were no such things as angels. But, then again, that did explain the wings... no, certainly not possible. He said nothing about that though, only replying to Castiel's own question with a chipper, "I'm a Time Lord." He wasn't sure if the "angel" would know what that was or not, so he held off on further explanation, for now at least. @bolderpelt Castiel paused for a second, looking back at the Doctor, a bit shocked. "Time Lord? I thought the Time Lords were extinct." He said, before beginning to walk again. However, his mind began to run with thoughts. The Doctor stopped as Cas stopped, brow raising as the angel stared, and then beginning to walk again as he walked. So, he had heard of them. That didn't often happen nowadays. "Well, not yet. I'm the last one," he replied, "but yes, all the other ones are dead." Because he'd killed them, but that was not a conversation to have with someone that you'd only just met a minute ago.
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Post by jυιcyғrυιт on Feb 5, 2017 21:24:56 GMT -5
(( yup XD Gengar )) The Doctor laughed, "Monster, no way." Then he frowned, "Crazy? Well, that opinion is debatable." He rambled on for a moment, then shook himself out of his spiral into weird. "If you don't want to work together, that is fine. However, I may be able to help you locate your companions." At the word, 'companion', the Doctor's eyes darkened, suddenly full of sadness and exhaustion. "Companions?" Oh, he meant Sam and Cas. Yeah, that'd be helpful, but experience told him that making a deal with this guy to get to Sam and/or Cas would only come back to haunt him in the end. This guy could be anything, or anyone for that matter. Hell, he could be Lucifer reincarnate and Dean would have no clue. "Fine. We work together for now. You try anything, you're dead," he, again, threatened. Except, now he didn't even have a gun... "Alrighty! That's fantastic!" The Doctor grinned, "So, can I know your name, please?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. Gengar & @bolderpelt (( I'm gonna hit the sack, I should be back tomorrow! This was a lot of fun! Happy Super Bowl Sunday, and good night! ))
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Post by Gengar on Feb 5, 2017 21:35:45 GMT -5
i'm assuming since they're from the same universe he would know of her but i can edit if ya want }}
His eyes widened. "Woah, Natasha? The Black Widow? I'm a big fan," he replied, taking her hand to shake. He smiled much wider than she. Then again, seeing as she was an Avenger, should he tell her about the bracelets? Would it really hurt if she knew? She might not believe him, though, and what if she had the same opinion of him as the police? Maybe it was just a bad idea. [[ that's all good ^^ ]]
Oh, so he knew her, but then again, who didn't? She let him shake her hand for what seemed like a second to long, at least to her, because he just seemed so delighted to meet her. Sometimes she forgot that she was in the public eye now. But, eventually, she let go, and said simply, "Thanks. Now, do you wanna get out of here or not? I'm still trying to figure out where I- we are." Like she'd said, no brochures or hotel booklets to speak of. Not even any sort of logo on the robes or anything like that. It was damn weird, and she had no explanation for it. "Yeah, I've got a bad feeling about the place," he replied. It wasn't the same as his spider-senses, just a regular ol' bad feeling. The place was strange enough as is. The feeling of emptiness hung in the air like smog. Besides Natasha and the clothes in the closet, there weren't many signs of other people living in the hotel.
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Post by Gengar on Feb 5, 2017 21:38:08 GMT -5
"Companions?" Oh, he meant Sam and Cas. Yeah, that'd be helpful, but experience told him that making a deal with this guy to get to Sam and/or Cas would only come back to haunt him in the end. This guy could be anything, or anyone for that matter. Hell, he could be Lucifer reincarnate and Dean would have no clue. "Fine. We work together for now. You try anything, you're dead," he, again, threatened. Except, now he didn't even have a gun... "Alrighty! That's fantastic!" The Doctor grinned, "So, can I know your name, please?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. Gengar & @bolderpelt (( I'm gonna hit the sack, I should be back tomorrow! This was a lot of fun! Happy Super Bowl Sunday, and good night! )) goodnight! }}
He seemed a little too cheery about it, but Dean decided it was best for his sanity that he ignored that. He could deal with this guy if he had to, but if he knew where to find Sam or Cas, he was willing to take some risks. "My name is Dean Winchester. Now can you tell me who and what you are?"
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Post by Deleted on Feb 5, 2017 21:43:30 GMT -5
[[ that's all good ^^ ]]
Oh, so he knew her, but then again, who didn't? She let him shake her hand for what seemed like a second to long, at least to her, because he just seemed so delighted to meet her. Sometimes she forgot that she was in the public eye now. But, eventually, she let go, and said simply, "Thanks. Now, do you wanna get out of here or not? I'm still trying to figure out where I- we are." Like she'd said, no brochures or hotel booklets to speak of. Not even any sort of logo on the robes or anything like that. It was damn weird, and she had no explanation for it. "Yeah, I've got a bad feeling about the place," he replied. It wasn't the same as his spider-senses, just a regular ol' bad feeling. The place was strange enough as is. The feeling of emptiness hung in the air like smog. Besides Natasha and the clothes in the closet, there weren't many signs of other people living in the hotel. "Well, you should," Natasha said nonchalantly, and turned, beginning to walk out of the room and expecting the young man to follow after her. She had drawn her gun again now, but it was once again at her side as she nudged the door open once more and began down the opposite direction from whence she'd come. "What were you doing before you woke up here?" she asked after a second, creeping down the hall with those same silent steps.
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