towerofanimus | This Is A Joke, Right?

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This Is A Joke, Right? | Open

Characters: Sam Winchester [

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Setting: The dorms
Format: Whichever, don‘t cur. I'll match it.
Summary: Sam just woke up, and he's pretty confused. Prepare for interrogation if you approach.
Warnings: PG-13 for language maybe.

Waking up in a unfamiliar room wasn't alarming. Blank walls and laying on an uncomfortable bed? Yeah, that was pretty normal. See, he was used to traveling from motel room to motel room with his brother, so his initial response was to roll out of bed and start getting ready; either to go get caffeination and wake his previously mentioned brother up, or try getting ready while avoiding the walking embodiment of a health hazard that was his brother.

Except then he remembered he had fallen asleep at Bobby's yesterday, and that he so hadn't fallen asleep in these clothes.

No really, what in all of Hades was he wearing?

Panic? Nah, Sam didn't panic. He hunted things that made nightmares pale and fidgety, and so was kind of over the whole panic thing. He was a little anxious to figure out how he got here though. Immediately he got out of the bed to look around, noticing three very important things right out of the gate. One, he obviously wasn't alone since there were other beds here, two, he obviously hadn't come here on his own because he didn't pack via trunk. (Duffel bags; they were easily accessible and you could grab 'em on the go. Much better than a trunk), and three, there was unfamiliar weight on his neck.

Sam reached up to scratch at it and he hit something cold and definitely not skin, successfully distracting him from any further searching of clues about how he got here. Nope, still no panicking, but Sam did furrow his eyebrows in confusion as he ran his fingers along the thing, trying to feel it out.

... was that a collar?

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While Sam was busy feeling at that collar, Ankh had pushed in the door rather roughly, making a bee line towards his trunk at the end of his bend. A popsicle was sticking out of the corner of his mouth, and he kneeled down, yanked a red satin drape that had been covering the chest, and opened it to look through the contents inside.

...Nope, didn't look like he was going to pay Sam any mind. Get away from him while you can, dude.

Well, Sam wasn't one to listen well to advice, being the rebelious and stubborn kind of umpteenth feet tall moose he was. If the stranger in the room wasn't going to come to him, than he was just going to have to go to them.

Sam looked over to the new comer when the door opened, instantly frowning. He was no stranger to being ignored. Got it from Dean pretty much constantly. Knew the signs.

Just... not knowing why he was being ignored. That was always the hard part. He was pretty sure he didn't know this person, but one never knew. Maybe his height offended him or something...

So, Sam was just gonna go for it and guage the reaction he got. "Uh... hey."

Ankh had been sorting through his chest a scoffing lightly in annoyance at something-- or lack thereof, in this case. Stupid idiots that brought him here had forgotten his phone. He knew he had it on him before he had left though. He instead opted to pick up what looked like a collector's case for coins or something.

He stopped rooting through the chest and turned to give Sam a look-- sort of a mixture of disdain and disregard-- when he addressed him. "What do you want?"

Sam looked taken aback for a second.

And yeah, he would be a robot if he didn't admit that it had annoyed him a little. Sam was going to give this person the benefit of the doubt though.

"Just... Do you know anything about this?" Sam gestured to the collar on his neck.

Ankh made a "Tch" sound out of irritation. Who was this clown? "No one does, except maybe the people that run this place. Everyone wakes up with these things, and no one knows why." He tapped his own collar in annoyance to emphasize. "So your guess is as good as mine."

He closed the trunk and stood up to look at his reluctant-conversation partner properly. "Who are you?"

Sam frowned. Of course not.

Collared (obviously he wasn't the one in control here), note about his world being destroyed (why would he try to escape if he had no where to go?), and allowed to bring things from home (familiar things to help him settle in?). It sounded like the promotion poster for Stockholm syndrome.

His thoughtful expression became a bit more focused when the stranger stood up to face him, leaving that theory in the back of his mind to explore later.
Said stranger was still a bit harsh, but maybe the ice was broken and it would get easier from here?

Sam held out his hand for the other to shake. "Sam Winchester."

"...."

Ankh fixed Sam's hand with an odd look, looking back up at him with the same face before looking back at the hand. What the heck was this clown doing? He rolled his eyes and batted the hand away, settling on looking at Sam. Seems like he didn't have any interest in whatever Sam was doing.

"Ankh. What are you doing here?"

Oh-kay...

Sam's jaw tightened a little. He was still trying to give Ankh the benefit of the doubt, because maybe he was just no good with people? It was hard when all Sam could think was jerk.

"I've been trying to figure that out," he replied.

Greeting turned out to be a bust... Sam was just going to have to move on to questioning. So when he looked down at the other, his expression was a little curious and all sorts of confused. "Do you happen to know where here is exactly?"

In Sam's defense, it was a little bit of both. Except mostly the jerk part; how would you feel if you went back to your room to get something and some weird guy was standing there sticking his hand out at you?

"I meant in this room, idiot," Ankh clarified, narrowing his eyes a bit in annoyance. Sheesh, this guy seemed more dense than Eiji.

"And sadly, I don't. Not really." He added, with slightly less annoyance. "We're in some sort of tower. Apparently all of our worlds have been destroyed," You seem pretty calm about that, dude, "and you can't get out."

Sam's eyebrows jumped into his bangs, too shocked about being called an idiot to do much of anything else. "I just woke up in here."

Shouldn't that be obvious though? It's not like Sam chose to wear a collar and this fashionable one piece.

Knowing that he was in a tower was at least something. Gave him an idea of where to go next anyway.

His eyebrows came back down after Ankh was finished, making his expression now a stubborn frown. "I don't believe that." About his world being destroyed and never getting out. "It's too suspicious."

Oh great, if this guy just woke up here, he must've been one of his roommates. Fantastic. The realization left a look of aggravation on Ankh's face, but he didn't voice his concerns for the time being.

Sam's denials however, seemed to interest him. "Oh? What makes you say that?" He asked, tapping the medal case he had taken out of his trunk in his hand a bit. "Admittedly I have my doubts as well about certain part; but you don't think it's possible for someone to destroy the world?"

The guilt he felt almost made him grimace physically. It probably did show up on his expression somewhere though, because Sam wasn't very good at stuffing his emotions away like his brother.

And yeah, he did know of someone who could destroy the world (Or rather, two super juiced angels). Sam hadn't said yes yet, however, so there was no battle and then no end of the world. Plain and simple.

Of course, Sam had no intentions of telling Ankh any of this. Nor did he plan on telling him any of his arguements really because it all dealt with the supernatural. If even he thought it sounded crazy, so how could he expect Ankh to think any differently?

"Just a gut feeling I guess."

That touch of a grimace was enough to let Ankh know that he had hit something. He wasn't entirely sure of what that was, but he knew he had something, and that made a smirk creep onto his face.

"Really? Because I know someone who'd be willing to destroy the world," He commented almost off-handedly. Stupid crazy doctor with his dumb doll. "In fact they've been at it for awhile now, with some help. Heh, I guess they just finally succeeded in consuming everything." Did he believe half of the words coming out of his mouth? Eh, only kind of. Though his grip tightened slightly on the medal case. "It's not that far-fetched."

That... what?

Suddenly his eyes narrowed, and they glanced off to his trunk before moving back to the other in front of him, judging how far away it was.

The smile, talking about knowing someone destroying the world and neeing help to do it, looking barely even upset about this... Sam was cursing himself for not realizing it sooner.

"No, I guess not." Politeness aside, Sam spoke now with anger and suspicion.

Sam's reaction just seemed to entertain Ankh even more, as he let out a small chuckle. "Something the matter? You seem a lot more willing to believe me now."

The medal case was relegated to Ankh's left hand as he held up his right, which now seemed to be suited with red armor up to the elbow as his Greeed arm manifested. He had it extended threateningly towards Sam, taking a half-step closer, before he relented and scoffed, dropping the arm to his side. "Don't worry; it wasn't me. In fact, I hate the guy that probably did it."

Sam didn't know what the hell that was on Ankh's arm, but he did know it didn't look friendly. He tensed, taking a step back to his trunk.

A weapon would be helpful right about now.

And he didn't know a lot of things. Like where he was, how he got here, and why. He didn't know why Ankh relented either. But he did know a lot about demon's.

And demon's lied.

"Or you're rooting for him," Sam accused. Another step back and his foot bumped into the trunk.

"Hah. As if." Ankh appeared to entertain this notion for a minute, though his narrowed his eyes at Sam as he said this. Afterwards looked away with immediate disinterest.

"I'm an incarnation of desire. I want everything. And I can't exactly have everything if it's all been destroyed, can I?" He posed this question, his red right hand now facing with the palm up, as if he was trying to grab something that was in front of him.

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Sam hated to admit that made sense; A demon of desire wouldn't want the world destroyed. Still, demons weren't things anyone wanted around. They lived only to cause misery and pain after all.

No one suffered more than the meatsuit. Suddenly Sam did have a flash of concern, but obviously it wasn't for Ankh. Never for a demon, he had learned that lesson hard enough.

He full on glared at the other now. "Who're you riding? Is he even still alive in there?"

"Huh?" Ankh was taken aback for a minute by this question. Riding? What the heck did that mean? "You mean this body?" What an odd question. Perhaps he had to give Sam credit for even knowing that he was borrowing it without removing himself from it.

"Yeah he's alive, but just barely," He replied, lowering his arm and slackening his posture, as if it were a shift to a more casual conversation. "But without me, he'd probably die. He's lucky it makes it easier to move around."

The demon talked so casually about it. It filled Sam with a rage so potent he could almost taste it.

And yeah, he felt bad. Cause if Ankh was talking the truth, then Sam was already too late to save whoever it was Ankh possessed.

But he couldn't save everyone.

"I'm sure he'd rather be dead than have you possessing him," he growled.

Ankh gave Sam yet another look like he was a weirdo. Because really, for a human he had weird priorities. Most of the humans he met wanted other people to stay alive. "Why? The guy's barely conscious."

Alright that was kind of a half-lie. Shingo had woken up once before when Ankh abandoned the body, but he had basically been in a coma afterwards. "Besides, I got permission to use it," He mentioned with a hint of disdain. As if he needed permission. "Not that I have any intention of leaving it."

Waitaminute... permission? But he was a demon? Demon's didn't need permission. Unless of course that person Ankh was wearing was desperate and had no where else to turn.

But Sam knew how badly that could turn out first hand and for that Sam couldn't allow Ankh here.

Demon's were bad juju. End of story.

"I'll find a better way to help him." Because there was always another way.

He dropped to his trunk, glad that he kept it open, and grabbed the canteen of holy water. If there was a possibility that the person in there was still alive than he needed to try knocking Ankh out first.

Yeah, Sam wanted to try and save him. He would be lying if he didn't admit that he wanted to question the person too.

"But first I have to stop you."

A better way? Alright, whatever you say buddy. Ankh merely rolled his eyes with a "tch." Obviously this guy didn't understand what was going on but, whatever. Not his problem.

He had turned his attention back to the medal case, opening it up and removing a couple, barely watching Sam from the corner of his eye. When the other spoke up again, Ankh looked back up with the medals in hand, scoffing as he tucked the case into his jacket. "Oh? And how do you intend to do that?"

Sam smirked. Because for a demon he knew this would hurt, and there was definitly some satisfaction for him in that.

Instead of answering, he jerked the canteen towards Ankh, throwing the holy water at him.

And honestly, whether Ankh was completly drenched and burned or Sam completely missed didn't matter. It was the distraction he was aiming for so he could follow up by trying to restrain the other.

At the jerking motion, Ankh reflexively brought his right arm up (his fist clenched around the medals) to shield his face from the oncoming blow, but it was just....water. Not even a lot of water. Seriously, what, was this some kind of joke?

He lowered his arm to glance at the now wet exterior with a look of aggravated confusion. "What the hell? I thought you were trying to stop me." Ankh flicked his arm a bit to get some of the water off, but otherwise, didn't seem all that bothered by it. Except wondering what that was all about.

I'm just gonna apologize in advance for everything

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This either gonna end bad... or in hilarity.

Or both, depending on your perspective. BD

XD

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That is the most appropriate icon for everyone involved

XD Pfft... SAM used WATER GUN.

It's not very effective.... ANKH is distracted!