towerofanimus | This Is A Joke, Right?

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This Is A Joke, Right? | Open

Characters: Sam Winchester [

xbludjunkie] and EVERYONE!
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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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.

Sam rushed foreword, totally intent on tackling Ankh all angry moose style. Except holy water hadn't burned him So he kinda drew up short.

That couldn't be right.

Confused, and desperately trying to figure this out, he decided to try another tactic.

"Christo?"

Ankh had immediately ducked to the side, and did so despite Sam stopping himself. Although when Sam did stop himself, it left him a bit confused.

He watched Sam for a moment, relinquishing any stance he had that showed signs of caution or readiness. His reaction to the word was merely to look at Sam with almost agitated disbelief. "Are you retarded?"

Really?

Let's consider the facts. If Ankh wasn't hurt by holy water and didn't flinch at the lords name in Latin, coupled with the fact that he had needed permission to take a vessel then he must be an angel.

Really?

Embarrassed didn't even touch what Sam was beginning to feel right now. "Sorry..."

He shifted a little awkwardly now, screwing the canteen shut. "I don't remember Ankh being a name in the bible, so I didn't recognize you."

"Huh?" Whoah, what was with the sudden attitude change. Ankh almost got metaphorical whiplash from that, as evidence by the fact that he looked even more confused.

"Bible? Never read it." By this point, he had basically just given up trying to understand what this guy was going on about. "Don't think I'm in it though." At the least, he was pretty sure he'd remember being mentioned in a book.

Not just a book. The book.

And the comment about his name being in The book? It helped assure Sam that he wasn't dealing with an archangeal or anything just as powerful. He was pretty sure Ankh probably belonged lower; like the cherubim section or something.

Which also meant he probably really didn't know what was going on, so asking would be pointless.

Sam turned and threw his canteen back into his trunk. "I don't think any angel reads it." Why would they when it was probably ingrained into their soul?

"--Angel?" Full stop, you've now got Ankh's baffled and incredibly amused attention.

"You think I'm an angel?" Oh that was just too good. He let out a short laugh accentuated by a smirk. When he was done though, his face returned to neutrality as he flicked his head a bit. "What an idiot."

"No," Sam replied. He figured that was what the idiot comment was for too, so in all seriousness he continued. "A cherub."

Ankh stared at Sam for a minute and then dropped his head in laughter, swinging his arms a bit and apparently just being terribly tickled pink by this thought.

"A cherub? Are you serious?" He finally spoke, looking up at Sam. His amusement continued on for a moment or so, before immediately disappearing as he scoffed. "Idiot. I already told you what I am."

Being laughed at wasn't very pleasant. Sam half glared at the other, but felt kind of embarrassed too. For what, he wasn't sure of.

Because now he just looked confused. And he's gonna give Ankh the lost little puppy dog eyes because he really has no idea what to think now.

It might not have been pleasant to Sam, but it sure was amusing to Ankh. When he was done being amused however, he just looked at the man oddly, tossing the medals that were in his hand up and down a bit.

"Hey, what's with that face, huh? It pisses me off." Reminded him too much of Eiji when he was being a dumbass. Somehow that just made him more angry.

Sam's eyes widened in surprise again. to be honest, Ankh's personlity was kind of hinting towards an angel too, because he certainlly was as blunt, honest, and as jerktastic as they were.

Instead of answering though, Sam decided to get curious again. Or maybe he was instigating. Same difference. "Why?"

"Because it makes you look retarded," He answered simply, quirking his head and narrowing his eyes at Sam.

Ankh tossed the medals in the air a few more times, before grabbing them out of midair, disappearing once he opened his palm again. "Though I guess if you have to ask why, you can't really help it. Tch."

Yeah. Ankh was getting a bitch!face for that. Tame, category one only. Still there though.

So, normally, Sam wasn't too keen on starting trouble or being rude. This was an angel he was talking to though. He didn't really feel the need to be anything like that anymore.

No, he wasn't going to fight the other or something like that, but if Ankh felt weird about his arm that was just too bad because Sam was asking anyway.

"What's with your arm?"

That bitch!face was also annoying. Ankh had the urge to smash it. He resisted. But just barely.

He was almost ready to go 'screw it' and go back down to the cafeteria until Sam asked about his arm. Ankh raised the red arm in front of him, looking at it and flexing his fingers a bit, before looking back at Sam. He seemed to be thinking for a moment if he should tell the guy or not.

"It's all I was able to regenerate of my original body after being sealed away by the King; the rest of it was lost in a torrent of greed and power," He says, as if this is a totally normal thing to comprehend. That was half a lie, but hey, this idiot didn't know that.

And that made total sense.

Sam narrowed his eyes a little. The word King threw him for a loop, because he thought God was a pretty good title all in it's self. And the part about torrents and greed made about as much sense to him as trying to teach oral commands to a deaf dog.

"Sealed away?" The chances that Ankh was going to explain further? Pretty low. But Sam was still going to ask. "What for?"

For a minute Ankh seemed like he was going to keep talking, and then he held himself back for a moment in consideration. He looked around the room almost as if he was fidgeting nervously, before finally speaking and glaring at Sam once more.

"Tch...! Shut up!" Man just thinking about that stupid King OOO was pissing him off even more than he was when he was getting asininely assaulted by water. "Because he was consumed by his own desire. That's all."

Oh.

The edge of Sam's mouth tilted up in a smirk. He had interrogated enough people to know the signs that someone did not like where the conversation was going. And being yelled at to shut up really only proved Sam's suspicions.

And Sam was pretty sure Ankh wasn't talking about God gone AWOL anymore. Which made him very curious to find out who Ankh's superior was (who seriously liked to be called King? Did he still think it was the Middle Ages or something?).

"Desire for what?"

This Is A Joke, Right? | Open

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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!

Best first impression ever.

~Then they were best friends, right~

Of course~!

pffftttt ironically Ankh does get wings at one point in the show

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