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[venatoris]

Come on what?

[magike]

Oh

( maybe now realising that it had picked up all along. embarrassing.

also don't mind her slightly pained sound as she tries to move where she's sat to get more comfortable )

Where the bloody hell are we?

( she'd heard many things but she wants to hear it from him. she'd believe him more )

[venatoris]

[ wait a minute. ]

Rowena? [ he'd heard some rumors of a redhead trying to jailbreak the damn place, scottish accent, kinda crazy, kinda hot, kinda someone he wants to strangle. he should've put two and two together. ]

I don't know where you are. I'm in the damn hospital.

[magike]

What?

( just her luck )

I don't mean specifically... I mean here.

( except she's getting up, still in her bloodied pink dress, not yet having been able to make a proper escape from the hospital. she doesn't know where exactly in the hospital he is and she's already regretting moving but since she's there she's going to attempt to find him.

slowly. painfully. it'll take a while )

[venatoris]

The city? Etraya.

[ He's on pain meds and being 'nice'. If you can call this nice. ]

Did no one tell you or did you not listen to the intro?

[magike]

I heard.

( from others. there was an intro?

and he'll hear little pauses in her words as she tries to make sure that any sounds of pain are not audible. she's so far doing 90% good on that. it'll slip )

That's barely an answer.

[venatoris]

[ he got one but he's suspecting some didn't this round. what with the whole space ship and all. ]

I dunno what to tell you, that's the name of the city we're in. It's a bubble city, a pocket in the universe or some crap. [ something like that. ]

[magike]

Great.

( not great. one alternate universe was enough for her. especially one that god was trying to destroy )

Why don't you sound worried about the ghosts?

( because clearly they're from the same point in time )

[venatoris]

[ probably because of the oxy he's on. ]

I'm more worried about the witches.

[magike]

( she pauses. except the sudden pause in her steps jars her a little and that's a hiss of pains he can't hold back, before biting out a-- )

What witches?

[venatoris]

You, woman.

[ D U H. Johanna doesn't count, she's just weird. ]

Are you hurt?

[magike]

( oh. that gives rowena more concerns than it does clues given that dean hadn't been worried about her in a way that his tone suggests in some time, accepting that she wasn't set to hurt the world after she'd helped them try to save it a few times.

but she's too distracted by her own pain to be able to think too much about it.

though the fact that he's worried about her and not some other witches at home-- )

Oh, nothing I can't manage.

( except considering that she'd already given her dying breath this might be more than what rowena can do. she'd managed to heal her shoulder, just to make sure it didn't bleed if she moved it, but her stomach-- it wasn't just a wound but the blood loss and that was the part weakening her. and her magic, making her unable to heal as she wishes to )

You never said why you were in the hospital.

( is her voice at all becoming an echo yet of getting closer to his room? )

[venatoris]

I broke my leg.

[ probably should have a concern or two. she isn't his favorite person, mark removed or not. and he'd told Johanna himself he indeed hunted murderous witches. ]

Sounds like you're about to give up the ghost. Where are you? [ it's getting there, and he's trying to get up to go hide in the bathroom. ]

[magike]

( good luck with that buddy, because she happens to spot him in the next room she comes to, leaning against the door frame and definitely having looked better. nevermind the bloodied dress when she probably looks like she could pass out where she's stood )

Here, apparently.

( she does at least manage to hang up the phone )

And I'd offer to heal your leg but... that might have to wait a few days.

( weeks. or longer )

[venatoris]

[ Shit. He’s got his good leg on the ground, bad leg up and it’s a good thing he’s got boxers on other wise she’d be getting an eyeful of his nethers. He’s going for his crutches, but he hasn’t gotten there by the time she appears. ]

You look like something the cat dragged in.

[magike]

( another time rowena would probably make a comment about it which says something about how she's feeling )

Well, I'm alive.

( though her tone somehow sounds conflicted about that. it's always good to be alive... except when you were giving your life to save the world. though between what she was figuring out from the phone call and this reaction-- )

You weren't concerned about the ghosts because you don't know about them.

( time travel as well as another universe? bollocks )

[venatoris]

Unfortunately.

[ is he serious? Who can say. but now he’s trapped so he’s gonna sling himself back in the bed and draw his crappy blanket up and silk. ]

The hell are you talking about? What ghosts?

[magike]

( she ignores him, stepping more into the room now in search of the chair that she'd spotted, though sitting itself is painfully done. maybe he'll get her wish and she'll still die )

God began the end of the world... raising all of the souls from Hell. Ghosts haven't been your only problem.

( just the one they called her about )

[venatoris]

[ The look he’s giving her is tense, wary, and baffled. ]

…Are you on something? Have you been roofied?

[magike]

( she'll give him a look back because she didn't almost die for nothing )

The rupture in the earth was evident enough.

( though she knows he won't know that. it just takes a moment. she's never been in this situation before )

You do remember meeting him at least?

[venatoris]

[ w h a t ]

…Nurse?

[ nursebot, whoever’s on staff… ]

There’s a mental patient in my room, send help-

[magike]

( evidently not. she can, as she looks at him, at least see that there's no mark on his arm so-- )

Amara?

( and since he knows her by name it's at least after they met )

The darkness that was released when you were freed from the Mark of Cain?

[venatoris]

[ The name makes him tense up, a glance down at his arm, so recently removed from the Mark. The memories are fresh, his mistakes, the things he said and did, both demon and human before being freed.

He glances away. ]

Yeah? Gonna lecture me about that? Cause trust me, I’ve already done that enough for both of us.

[magike]

No.

( they all played a part in it, after all. and she's being the bigger witch here )

Though a little history, maybe, since you don't really know who Amara is.

( since he hadn't met god yet )

She's his sister. God's. Everything she wanted to do to the world was in anger at him and-- ( she pauses, a wince of pain, swiftly moving on ) He finally stepped in and helped. Or... got us all to help him.

[venatoris]

I know she's the Darkness, evil, and ready to...do something.

[ Whatever she really is he's skeptical, because God stepping in after how long? He calls bullshit.

And let's be honest, Dean's not in the greatest headspace (or physical state) at the moment, and he doesn't want to hear any more. He drags a hand down his face, brow furrowed in frustration and annoyance, and waves his hand. ]

Alright, alright, enough with the Miss Cleo future. What do you want, why are you in my room?