poly_chromatic | o-o-o // Third Entry - The Hunt is On (video; open)

[There is a man sitting in the driver's seat of a car. He is checking a handgun and there are signs of other weapons on the passenger seat, where the device is also resting. He addresses the device while constantly looking up to scan for hostiles.]

Okay, I think this thing is on.

For those who don't know me from a hole in the ground, I'm Dean. We've got freaky shit like this back home. I'm not the only one providing a public service announcement, but just to reinforce what a girl named Julie posted earlier...

If you can, stay out of it. Lock and secure doors, windows, block with furniture if you've got it. Where I come from, a headshot will take things like this out, but these things are different. You have to take them apart. They travel in groups and they're strong. Do not confront unless you know what the hell you're doin'', and even then, I wouldn't advise it.

I've got a car and can get to you fast. If you need help, just holler.

Okay, that's it. Let's get these sons of bitches.

[He reaches over and switches his device off.]

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My wand. It's enough, but there's a lot of them to aim for.

Wand. Right. I knew that.

There are a lot of 'em. What's your vantage point? Are you safe?

I'm on my broom, reckoned an aerial vantage point would be the best kind. And unless these buggers learn how to fly, I'm quite safe up here.

[And even though he hasn't introduced himself to her - ]

You doing alright, Dean?

Your... broom? Your broom. Of course. Why not?

[He grips the steering wheel a little harder.]

A broom...

Yeah, I'm fine. Playin' dodgeball with skeletal zombies. My baby's gettin' quite the workout.

[Can she see the car from... up there? He purses his lips in thought as he makes another sharp turn.]

I take it you've known me before, 'cause you have me at a disadvantage, sweetheart.

Why not.

[She laughs, despite the madness around them.]

Sorry, I didn't mean to be so blunt about it. Sometimes I forget to pretend I didn't know someone. I'm Ginny, for what it's worth.

[Have a slightly tense, but still dimpled smile.]

Hello, Ginny. Don't worry about it. I get this a lot, actually. It seems I was popular...

[He takes a moment to look up at the sky through his windscreen.]

Where are you?

Circling around Building Seven, actually. Doing a bit of a fly around, making sure my friends aren't being stupid noble idiots.

Sounds like a plan. Seen any stupid, noble idiots, Ginny?

[She can just look in a mirror and there's one right there.]

Everywhere.

[Dean could relate to that.]

Figures. Well, I guess we'll just have to do our best.

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To do what, exactly?

[Have a dimpled smile.]

Keep the idiots safe, sweetheart.

Who's to say you're not one of them?

I like you. You're sharp.

But I'm not an idiot. I know what I'm doing. I do this kinda thing all the time back home.

I reckon a lot of us do. The City's full of experience.

That is very true.

Whoa, hello!

[He has to swerve something and focus on driving.]

Oh, for Merlin's sake.

[A sharp exhale.]

You're a bloody terrible driver if I'm distracting you with my dulcet tones. I'll go now.

[His driving skills are a point of pride, Ginny...]

I am not a terrible driver, thank you very much, Ginny-on-a-broom. And you're distracting in a pleasant way, so don't sweat it. I just didn't want to hit a group of people running for their lives, but the group of nasties behind them. Back in a sec.

[He reaches for his shotgun and drives with one hand while the other - and half of his upper body - lean out the window. He fires the gun several times. Ginny, have a view of his butt in tight jeans and action-Dean!]

[She might have been impressed once upon a time. But not now, sorry, Dean.]

Honestly—

[From where she's flying, she can see the commotion and heads over to it, putting her device away for a moment so she doesn't drop it, bringing out her wand and throwing hexes down from above. Sup, Winchester.]

[Good for her, though you'd never hear that from him.

After he brakes to reload, something makes him look up. And sure enough, there's a girl on a broom, swooping in from above, red hair blowing around her head, waving a stick. He grinned.]

Thank you, God, there are sexy witches.

[He waves to her, though whether she can see him is another matter. She may be too busy. Then Dean gets behind the wheel again, gun at the ready, and floors it to keep pace with her as they pursue some of the creatures.]

Edited 2013-10-30 15:28 (UTC)