No good thing ever happens when a god, or a part god, or God dials you up, asking you to do something. Oh, hell no, is Adam's first reaction, followed by fuck, no. His gut tells him not to bother, because taking the cheese is how stupid mortal men get into trouble. Fatal, soul-shattering trouble, the kind that starts with "I need you to do something" and "meet me in the Beautiful Room so we can torture you until Dean gives in."
Michael needing a human sacrifice had been important, too, depending on who you asked.
Clarisse isn't one of them, he knows that, and Percy might have even tried to promote their kind as being of better stock, but until Wonderland Adam had been paying off the last mysterious favor he'd done with bits of his humanity.]
Something like what?
[He's wary, and definitely regrets picking up the phone. He thought maybe her calling his device had been about something else, like Luke. What she'd want from him is anybody's guess, but he hadn't been expecting some divine entity to hit him up for a personal meeting, sounding frazzled.
Good thing it's event time or he'd just flat out say "no."]
[ on any other day, he'd have a pretty good excuse to be wary. but today clarisse is about as threatening as a paper bag. maybe a very thick paper bag, but a paper bag nonetheless. her attitude is still in tact, though, just not her skill for, well, anything violent. she tries not to sound on edge with him for questioning her, but she's frustrated and she just wants to get this over with without all the whats and the whys. ]
Something like just get your ass out here and I'll explain then. [ she's not going to take no for an answer, adam. and just because she feels like she's at the end of her rope, she grumbles and adds, almost begrudgingly: ] Please. [ congratulations, adam, you'll probably never hear that word escape her lips ever again. ]
[Paper bag or not, Clarisse isn't entirely human, and Adam gives her the respect that status deserves. Non-humans in his experience are known to be bigger and stronger, and you don't mess with them unless you're prepared for the bull to give you some horns up your ass.
But Adam also doesn't do well with them ordering him around anymore. He'd rather take the horns than another passive ride to Hell.]
How about explain now.
[Sure, the wards in his room probably aren't designed for other divine things like gods, but with her practically demanding he come out from behind him, it makes him wonder if he shouldn't stay exactly where he is...
And then she says "please," of all things. That is surprising, considering 1) she doesn't like his face, 2) he's already proven he's a weak human, and 3) Clarisse doesn't seem like she bends for anyone, least of all someone composed of the first two points. That, more than anything, gets his attention. If she's serious, what could she possibly need from him that she can't do herself?
His tone changes, turning more slow and questioning.]
[... The fuck is this. Just trying to make sense of the drunk speak gives Adam a headache. He wouldn't care so much about another person mistakenly sending messages to his phone if not for the fact they're from Blake.]
[Sounds like someone either needs a sober coach, or an ambulance. Either way, if worse comes to worst, he'll swing by Blake's floor to see what he can see if the man fails to answer.
Maybe the bar, too. That seems like a good spot to check.]
[ Honestly, he doesn't want to answer. And maybe he doesn't for a while, but... it's only long enough for him to forget he didn't want to reply, so maybe fifteen minutes. ]
LIBrrary w servicmn Baons
[ Well... most of that's legible, right? Okay, so only a little. He's in the library, though, that's the point. ]
[ clarisse inhales sharply, about ready to go off on him and demand he gets his ass down here or she'll come find him herself and then hang up on him, when his tone shifts and the way he asks what's going on with her feels all too familiar because this is just voice, and without the face to remind her that adam isn't luke, all she hears is luke. it's harder to make the distinction without being able to see adam's body language, the way he holds himself less confidently, the obvious lack of a scar, the subtle differences in his expressions. and for just a moment, all she hears is the camp counselor she used to look up to, and it's almost as jarring as her seeming lack of control over every weapon known to man.
it's that fact that has her sighing instead of replying with a string of frustrated demands and expletives. he managed to catch her off guard, entirely by accident, but it's probably better that he did. she doubts he would've taken well to her yelling at him, and that wouldn't have solved anything. the fact that she's actually trying to approach this calmly and rationally says a lot about her patience and determination to actually see this through. she knows threats of violence don't always work, it's usually just easier that way. this time she knows she's going to have to do it the hard way if she actually wants results. she just hates having to be vulnerable to get what she wants. ]
It's — [ she grumbles again, pinching the bridge of her nose as she does so. ] Wonderland. It — It did something to me. Which is why I need you. Everyone else I could ask isn't exactly mortal. [ she can't even ask america, because that crazy motherfucker can apparently grow back limbs. she's not entirely sure what his status is as far as immortality is concerned, but he's definitely not mortal, that's for sure. adam is her only option. ]
[Wrong. Aside from "library" most of that is not legible, and Adam has no idea who, or what, he means.]
I'm coming over there. Stay put.
[The library isn't one to follow that advice, he knows, but hopefully he can find it and Blake before Blake does something he might regret in his state... Adam's thinking he's drunk, and that's probably not a good sign.]
[ there aren't a whole lot of people dean feels up to chatting with. not after the mess that had been the event, and prior to that his death. but maybe it's because of those two things, that seeking out adam is the one thing he does feel he should do (there's a lot things he should do when it comes to his half-brother, a lot he would if he could).
of course, dean's expecting to be shut down before he gets anything but his greeting in. ]
[He and Dean are on the same wavelength. In the brainwashing's wake and reality crashing back down to resume its rightful place, Adam hasn't wanted to talk to anyone, hasn't even left his apartment since. If he can reduce his world to a few rooms in an apartment and a dog who bugs him every once and a while to go for a walk, he can give himself time to think.
It's the best defense he has when things get hard to deal with.
When the living dead himself calls, Adam is torn between being glad and being wary Dean's about to dump another helping of shit onto his plate. Why else do either of his brothers contact him these days? Unlike what Wonderland had turned them into, he's not a part of that family--or any family--and he never will be.]
I have nothing but time. [It's not an invitation or a rejection, not really.] What?
[Dean had been murdered, it's hard not to be a curious about that, even if not precisely grief-stricken.]
[ at least adam answers. it's a victory in itself. ]
Wanted to see how you were doin', after that whole rerun of high school.
[ not that dean has much to rerun, since his schooling had been half-assed at best, with him dropping out in the end. but what they'd been doing for these past few days? it'd been... an entirely different type of experience. it's also why he didn't hate the event half as much, he thinks, but that's something he's not willing to share. ]
Most people have nightmares 'bout goin' back and all.
[Is this the same girl who'd seemed like she'd been ready to kill him once? Adam has a terrible ear for sincerity, but Clarisse sounds like she's honest-to-god hung up on something, and that she honest-to-god thinks he can do something about it.]
Whoa, whoa, wait-- [He interjects, confused.] What do you think I can do?
[He's more surprised she's holding his mortality up as a virtue than he is about Wonderland doing something to her. In retrospect, maybe he should stop letting Wonderland desensitize him to weirdness.]
[ there isn't so much as a pause before clarisse answers his question, more determined than ever. ] Punch me. [ it's that simple, adam. ] Or try. The test is to see if I can dodge, and we both know you've got a lousy arm. If it works, I'm not as fucked as I think I am, but if not... [ well, let's just say she won't be joining any fight clubs while she's like this, or fighting any wars. she doesn't want to think about the possibility of wonderland depowering her against, say, the jabberwocky. she can't even begin to imagine how fucked she'd be. ] I'll cross that bridge if I come to it. [ hopefully it won't come to it. ] Now, are you going to help me or not?
[Maybe it's Backward Priorities day. The one time people aren't dying or severely fucked up in the head, Dean wants to know if he's hanging in there. A part of him can appreciate the need for smalltalk to fill the silence that pretty much dictates their relationship, he really can, but Adam just can't bring himself to play ball this time.
He'd had a perfectly fine life once; he hadn't known what he'd had until he'd been ripped out of it. It makes heaviness settle in his chest.
This is the nightmare. Going back to when he'd been fifteen would be a miracle.]
It's over and done with. I'm putting it out of my mind.
[Easier said than done, but if his tone is to believed, he's already forgotten about it.]
Why'd you really call? Do you have something on who killed you? We all saw it.
[ dean's not expecting floodgates of emotions to be opened for him about the previous event, not one bit, but the dismissal entirely is... it's jarring, but then, he should know it'd be so with adam. ]
Just over and done with it, I can dig that.
[ as for the death... dean pauses at that, not sure exactly how much he should say. ]
Wasn't aware you were interested in that. If this is about stayin' outta his claws though, don't worry. We'll catch him soon enough.
[Adam has a choice: be honest or sugar-coat what he's getting at. The problem with these people, the problem with his dad the whole time he'd known him, is that they don't lay things out even when they should.
He'd rather be honest.]
You got turned into a pinata. Yeah, I'm interested. If something got you, that's a problem for me.
[Of the few things he knows about Dean, he's seen the man kill an angel. He's a fighter. Adam's not, and that means something that can get the jump on the Winchesters and Castiel is something he needs to know as much about as possible to steer himself clear. There's one person looking out for Adam, and that's Adam.]
[ whoever it is, they are good. dean hadn't heard or seen a thing; it had simply been a sharp pain, and lights out. so yes, they can get adam, they can get sam, or cas-- anyone, which is why dean's still so... so terrified of it all. people around him can die from more than just wonderland fucking around, there's a murderer on the loose and who is so easily one-uping the winchesters. ]
I don't know who he is. No doubt a human, since other... things don't need to do the whole anonymous show and tell gig.
[ he sighs then, the sound weary. but for some positivity, he still adds another reassurance; ]
They won't be free for long though, not if I have anything to say about it.
[Disappointment rises in him. So Castiel had been right after all, Dean doesn't know who'd murdered him. Adam had thought maybe the high school crap had just distracted everybody from nailing the asshole, but... Adam thinks to say something, but nothing comes out at first. He's not sure what to say if Dean doesn't have any more clues.
He has a crazy, fleeting thought of bringing up Lucifer's name, tipping Dean off to just how unsettled he is about doing anything outside of his room knowing for sure the thing is hovering with Michael in the rafters, but then he remembers that no one had bothered to warn him about Michael and Lucifer's presence in the beginning of his stay in Wonderland, how he'd been left to Michael's devices without any protection. He's not so pathetic that he'll ask for handouts.
Besides, Dean had died. Not the first time it's happened from what Adam knows, but it's enough to unscrew anyone's head for a while. Adam should know.]
Be on the watch for anybody, fine, I got it. Happy hunting. Try not to piss any more killers off before you find out who did it.
[He's a tad insulted by that, even if compared to a demi-god's fists of fury everyone's arm probably seems lousy.]
Let me get this straight so I understand this--you want me to try fighting you and if I win, that's proof Wonderland dumbed you down? This is why no one likes gods or angels.
[Yeah, he should be insulted. Him possibly standing eye-to-eye with someone like her is a sign the world is ending for her. Why doesn't she just ask him to feed her boars for her and kick him in the nuts at the same time?
He sighs. This isn't surprising in the slightest.]
[ she's not even going to bother dignifying that first question with a response. it would just be rude, and she's trying her hardest not to piss him off right now, so it's better left unanswered, honestly. he probably already knows the answer, anyway.
but now it's her turn to be a tad bit offended, because, whoa. she's not a god, okay. she's not even close to being on their level, so she'd really appreciate it if he didn't compare them. she might be kind of an asshole, but she's nowhere near godly assholeishness. ]
You know, just for the record, I'm not a god. I'm being straight with you here, Adam. I won't even take a swing at you. [ at least not one that he couldn't dodge. ] I'm just trying to test my reflexes, see if my instincts are still intact, and I can't do that with anyone or anything else. If you don't want to help, fine, just fucking tell me so I don't keep embarrassing myself.
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voice; I AM, ADAM ISN'T. X(
Date: 2014-06-29 07:48 am (UTC)No good thing ever happens when a god, or a part god, or God dials you up, asking you to do something. Oh, hell no, is Adam's first reaction, followed by fuck, no. His gut tells him not to bother, because taking the cheese is how stupid mortal men get into trouble. Fatal, soul-shattering trouble, the kind that starts with "I need you to do something" and "meet me in the Beautiful Room so we can torture you until Dean gives in."
Michael needing a human sacrifice had been important, too, depending on who you asked.
Clarisse isn't one of them, he knows that, and Percy might have even tried to promote their kind as being of better stock, but until Wonderland Adam had been paying off the last mysterious favor he'd done with bits of his humanity.]
Something like what?
[He's wary, and definitely regrets picking up the phone. He thought maybe her calling his device had been about something else, like Luke. What she'd want from him is anybody's guess, but he hadn't been expecting some divine entity to hit him up for a personal meeting, sounding frazzled.
Good thing it's event time or he'd just flat out say "no."]
voice; SORRY NOT SORRY ADAM.
Date: 2014-07-03 04:51 am (UTC)Something like just get your ass out here and I'll explain then. [ she's not going to take no for an answer, adam. and just because she feels like she's at the end of her rope, she grumbles and adds, almost begrudgingly: ] Please. [ congratulations, adam, you'll probably never hear that word escape her lips ever again. ]
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Date: 2014-07-05 08:32 pm (UTC)voice; CRIES, STOP THROWING HIM OFF, CLARISSE.
Date: 2014-07-08 12:49 am (UTC)But Adam also doesn't do well with them ordering him around anymore. He'd rather take the horns than another passive ride to Hell.]
How about explain now.
[Sure, the wards in his room probably aren't designed for other divine things like gods, but with her practically demanding he come out from behind him, it makes him wonder if he shouldn't stay exactly where he is...
And then she says "please," of all things. That is surprising, considering 1) she doesn't like his face, 2) he's already proven he's a weak human, and 3) Clarisse doesn't seem like she bends for anyone, least of all someone composed of the first two points. That, more than anything, gets his attention. If she's serious, what could she possibly need from him that she can't do herself?
His tone changes, turning more slow and questioning.]
What's going on with you?
text;
Date: 2014-07-08 01:22 am (UTC)Blake?
What's going on?
[And what are you on?]
text;
Date: 2014-07-08 02:02 am (UTC)[ That's the best he has to offer for now. He'll see you at the party, Adam. ]
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Date: 2014-07-09 07:48 pm (UTC)Where are you?
[Sounds like someone either needs a sober coach, or an ambulance. Either way, if worse comes to worst, he'll swing by Blake's floor to see what he can see if the man fails to answer.
Maybe the bar, too. That seems like a good spot to check.]
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Date: 2014-07-12 03:26 am (UTC)LIBrrary w servicmn Baons
[ Well... most of that's legible, right? Okay, so only a little. He's in the library, though, that's the point. ]
voice; NO NEVER SHE IS HERE TO MAKE HIS LIFE DIFFICULT.
Date: 2014-07-14 07:13 am (UTC)it's that fact that has her sighing instead of replying with a string of frustrated demands and expletives. he managed to catch her off guard, entirely by accident, but it's probably better that he did. she doubts he would've taken well to her yelling at him, and that wouldn't have solved anything. the fact that she's actually trying to approach this calmly and rationally says a lot about her patience and determination to actually see this through. she knows threats of violence don't always work, it's usually just easier that way. this time she knows she's going to have to do it the hard way if she actually wants results. she just hates having to be vulnerable to get what she wants. ]
It's — [ she grumbles again, pinching the bridge of her nose as she does so. ] Wonderland. It — It did something to me. Which is why I need you. Everyone else I could ask isn't exactly mortal. [ she can't even ask america, because that crazy motherfucker can apparently grow back limbs. she's not entirely sure what his status is as far as immortality is concerned, but he's definitely not mortal, that's for sure. adam is her only option. ]
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Date: 2014-07-14 05:35 pm (UTC)I'm coming over there. Stay put.
[The library isn't one to follow that advice, he knows, but hopefully he can find it and Blake before Blake does something he might regret in his state... Adam's thinking he's drunk, and that's probably not a good sign.]
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Date: 2014-07-19 06:51 am (UTC)When you get this, you better not be dead. Okay?
voice.
Date: 2014-07-20 02:49 pm (UTC)of course, dean's expecting to be shut down before he gets anything but his greeting in. ]
Hey, Adam. You, uh, got a minute?
voice;
Date: 2014-07-21 04:12 am (UTC)It's the best defense he has when things get hard to deal with.
When the living dead himself calls, Adam is torn between being glad and being wary Dean's about to dump another helping of shit onto his plate. Why else do either of his brothers contact him these days? Unlike what Wonderland had turned them into, he's not a part of that family--or any family--and he never will be.]
I have nothing but time. [It's not an invitation or a rejection, not really.] What?
[Dean had been murdered, it's hard not to be a curious about that, even if not precisely grief-stricken.]
voice;
Date: 2014-07-25 01:57 pm (UTC)Wanted to see how you were doin', after that whole rerun of high school.
[ not that dean has much to rerun, since his schooling had been half-assed at best, with him dropping out in the end. but what they'd been doing for these past few days? it'd been... an entirely different type of experience. it's also why he didn't hate the event half as much, he thinks, but that's something he's not willing to share. ]
Most people have nightmares 'bout goin' back and all.
voice; SHE IS THE RUDEST THING.
Date: 2014-07-27 06:58 am (UTC)Whoa, whoa, wait-- [He interjects, confused.] What do you think I can do?
[He's more surprised she's holding his mortality up as a virtue than he is about Wonderland doing something to her. In retrospect, maybe he should stop letting Wonderland desensitize him to weirdness.]
voice; HANNIBAL WOULD AGREE...
Date: 2014-07-27 07:18 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-07-28 10:01 pm (UTC)He'd had a perfectly fine life once; he hadn't known what he'd had until he'd been ripped out of it. It makes heaviness settle in his chest.
This is the nightmare. Going back to when he'd been fifteen would be a miracle.]
It's over and done with. I'm putting it out of my mind.
[Easier said than done, but if his tone is to believed, he's already forgotten about it.]
Why'd you really call? Do you have something on who killed you? We all saw it.
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Date: 2014-07-30 10:21 pm (UTC)Just over and done with it, I can dig that.
[ as for the death... dean pauses at that, not sure exactly how much he should say. ]
Wasn't aware you were interested in that. If this is about stayin' outta his claws though, don't worry. We'll catch him soon enough.
[ so don't be scared... or whatever this is. ]
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Date: 2014-07-31 07:49 pm (UTC)He'd rather be honest.]
You got turned into a pinata. Yeah, I'm interested. If something got you, that's a problem for me.
[Of the few things he knows about Dean, he's seen the man kill an angel. He's a fighter. Adam's not, and that means something that can get the jump on the Winchesters and Castiel is something he needs to know as much about as possible to steer himself clear. There's one person looking out for Adam, and that's Adam.]
Who is he? What is he?
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Date: 2014-07-31 08:58 pm (UTC)[ whoever it is, they are good. dean hadn't heard or seen a thing; it had simply been a sharp pain, and lights out. so yes, they can get adam, they can get sam, or cas-- anyone, which is why dean's still so... so terrified of it all. people around him can die from more than just wonderland fucking around, there's a murderer on the loose and who is so easily one-uping the winchesters. ]
I don't know who he is. No doubt a human, since other... things don't need to do the whole anonymous show and tell gig.
[ he sighs then, the sound weary. but for some positivity, he still adds another reassurance; ]
They won't be free for long though, not if I have anything to say about it.
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Date: 2014-08-01 07:08 am (UTC)He has a crazy, fleeting thought of bringing up Lucifer's name, tipping Dean off to just how unsettled he is about doing anything outside of his room knowing for sure the thing is hovering with Michael in the rafters, but then he remembers that no one had bothered to warn him about Michael and Lucifer's presence in the beginning of his stay in Wonderland, how he'd been left to Michael's devices without any protection. He's not so pathetic that he'll ask for handouts.
Besides, Dean had died. Not the first time it's happened from what Adam knows, but it's enough to unscrew anyone's head for a while. Adam should know.]
Be on the watch for anybody, fine, I got it. Happy hunting. Try not to piss any more killers off before you find out who did it.
voice; WOW, AND HE KILLED HER AT FULL STRENGTH, TOO.
Date: 2014-08-02 07:11 am (UTC)[He's a tad insulted by that, even if compared to a demi-god's fists of fury everyone's arm probably seems lousy.]
Let me get this straight so I understand this--you want me to try fighting you and if I win, that's proof Wonderland dumbed you down? This is why no one likes gods or angels.
[Yeah, he should be insulted. Him possibly standing eye-to-eye with someone like her is a sign the world is ending for her. Why doesn't she just ask him to feed her boars for her and kick him in the nuts at the same time?
He sighs. This isn't surprising in the slightest.]
voice; CAN'T STOP WON'T STOP.
Date: 2014-08-03 02:35 am (UTC)but now it's her turn to be a tad bit offended, because, whoa. she's not a god, okay. she's not even close to being on their level, so she'd really appreciate it if he didn't compare them. she might be kind of an asshole, but she's nowhere near godly assholeishness. ]
You know, just for the record, I'm not a god. I'm being straight with you here, Adam. I won't even take a swing at you. [ at least not one that he couldn't dodge. ] I'm just trying to test my reflexes, see if my instincts are still intact, and I can't do that with anyone or anything else. If you don't want to help, fine, just fucking tell me so I don't keep embarrassing myself.