paradisa | first hunt ⇝ written

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dean winchester

first hunt ⇝ written

Whatever junkless douchebag's responsible for this can come out of hiding now. I get that you want the world to burn but trust me, it's not gonna end well for anyone. Especially you.

If this is your idea of a joke, sticking me in a castle with some magic book, no car, and no cell service you've got another thing coming. I don't do fairy tales.

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Didn't think so. Wouldn't that effect free will? That's the only out magic like this has.

Uh... Maybe? I jutht want my moirail Kurloth to be here, but he didn't come.

Your what?

Ugh, thtupid fucking [Censored] human monkeyth alwayth athk that.

My moirail which ith like friendth but not friendth and it'th romantic okay? I make him calm and he maketh my thinkpan work better.

Uh, That's a little weird. No offense.

You're weird, and your thinkpan ith rotten cabbage.

'Scuse me. You're the one who started this whole thing throwin' around phrases like monkey. So, lemme guess. You're not human.

I'm a troll! Thorry about monkeyth. It'th rude.

Like the furry little dudes that guard bridges? That kinda troll?

Uhhhhh, no. Not that kind.

There's another kind?

Yeth! The other kind.

And what's the other kind? Please don't say you're one of those slimy forest trolls from MMORPGS and shit like that.

Edited 2013-05-21 23:48 (UTC)

Not thlimy! Thtupid thtu I-I..I don't. I could show you?

Yeah, as long as it doesn't end in one of us gettin' wasted that's fine with me. You're a friendly troll, right?

I'm the friendly kind, yeth!

You come to the gameth room. I'll be there. We can play the Thuper Mario Kart.

Sounds good to me. I'll be right over.

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[Dean doesn't waste any time seeking out the games room and even then it takes him a little while to get there. When he finally blows through the hard wood door he keeps his eyes peeled for someone that looks like whatever a troll's supposed to look like.]

[Mituna jumps to his feet, abandoning his own game, as Dean enters the room. He isn't wearing his helmet at the moment, and his mass of black curls mostly covers his eyes, which are pupilless, one red and one blue. Four candy-corn-coloured horns jut through the curls, and his grinning mouth is full of far too many fangs.]

Hello!

Jesus.

[Dean's never seen anything like this guy before. His instinct is to pull out his gun and gank the thing but he tries to keep it under control. He doesn't know what law enforcement can do here and he hasn't gotten enough intel on it to know if it's a risk worth taking. He looks thrown, and drops his hands to his side slowly. Thankful that for now they're the only two people in the room and no one else saw his reaction.]

So that's what a troll is.

[Mituna blinks incomprehendingly at Dean and then holds up his hands. Normally he wears gloves, but he took them off to play, so Dean can see that his grey-skinned fingers are tipped with sharp claws]

I'm a troll! My name'th Mituna. Who are you?

[Claws too? Claws, fangs, horns. He's like a friggin' mash up of everything he's ever had to deal with on a gig. Dean stays calm even though he's pretty uncomfortable, and for lack of anything to do with his hands shoves them in the pockets of his jacket.]

Mituna? Okay... I'm Dean. Mahogoff. I'm a mechanic from Colorado.

[Mituna is basically oblivious to Dean's discomfort. He's still beaming, and he cocks his head with curiosity]

Do you make robotth?

[This guy is awkward.]

Do I make what?

[This guy must be dumb]

Rooooobotthhhh. Do you make them, douchebag?

Robots? No, that's not really up my alley. Sorry, kid.

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