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WaywardK
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Did.. did we die
Not my best work but now e can carry on :)
Jason was a bit out of sorts when he arrived on scene. He wasn't exactly the most sober. To most 3 AM was a Witching Hour, to Jason, despite being a witch himself, saw it as his bitchin' hour. The horrific things he saw on the job drove him to drink, and being the kind of person who makes friends with everyone at a bar sort of exacerbates that. He had been for sure he was going to have the following day off, but the supernatural hated being ignored it seemed. Some of those on the scene gave him side eyes as they smelled the alcohol on him. Used to such reactions by "professionals" he largely ignored it and just focused on being as sober as possible when he arrived.
The wreck itself was a sobering sight itself, whether that was a good or bad thing for him. The way it seemed ripped apart gave him some reservations, but he HAD seen worse. Bloodied dens of cultist with entrails stapled to walls, flesh literally melting off some shapeshifters, and roaming spirits from the underworld; often appearing how they died; that often carried messages from Hades when the god cared to pay attention to Jason. Whatever gore was at the end of this road wasn't going to be that terrible to him. Jason had gotten sidetracked with this thought, but it did lead to a decent avenue of investigation, one he was sure Sam was going to pursue in her own way.
Psychopomps of all kinds will be hanging around or leaving traces behind at scenes like these if someone died, and Jason wanted to be aware of their presence if they were here. Jason walked from the road to the wreckage, waving a hand and a smile at Clint on his way and taking inventory of how the other Sentinels were behaving. He walked up to the driver's side just after Sam had left it, nodding at her in case she noticed him. The driver's side was the best place to start if they had died, so Jason made sure nobody was paying too much attention and started his work.
Jason reached his left hand into a messenger bag that he had slung over his shoulder, a large brown-leather piece that every Sentinel knew to be curious about. He pulled out a small vial of some greyish paste made with a blend of mushrooms and laurel (bay) leaves and uncorked the archaicly-bottled concoction. He brought it to his lips and closed his eyes, blowing ever so quietly over the bottle before dumping part of the salve in his left palm before returning the salve to his bag. Jason then rubbed the salve into his fingers and then underneath is eyes, nose, and behind his ears. While the magic wouldn't give him the same specialty Sam had when it came to the dead and dying, it would allow him to become aware of the astral plane without having to necessarily enter it, which also meant he couldn't directly interact with it unless he used more magic. The purpose to this, of course, was that psychopomps travelled in the astral. Once the salve was applied correctly Jason let his chi reach out into the world around him, aided by his salve.
Meanwhile, overhead in the sky, dark as the knight sky and flying by the light of the moon, was Astra. Along with cats and dogs, crows were well known natural psychopomps. Since she noticed what Jason was doing, and be known she was very aware of what exactly he was doing, she had every intention on helping.
The wreck itself was a sobering sight itself, whether that was a good or bad thing for him. The way it seemed ripped apart gave him some reservations, but he HAD seen worse. Bloodied dens of cultist with entrails stapled to walls, flesh literally melting off some shapeshifters, and roaming spirits from the underworld; often appearing how they died; that often carried messages from Hades when the god cared to pay attention to Jason. Whatever gore was at the end of this road wasn't going to be that terrible to him. Jason had gotten sidetracked with this thought, but it did lead to a decent avenue of investigation, one he was sure Sam was going to pursue in her own way.
Psychopomps of all kinds will be hanging around or leaving traces behind at scenes like these if someone died, and Jason wanted to be aware of their presence if they were here. Jason walked from the road to the wreckage, waving a hand and a smile at Clint on his way and taking inventory of how the other Sentinels were behaving. He walked up to the driver's side just after Sam had left it, nodding at her in case she noticed him. The driver's side was the best place to start if they had died, so Jason made sure nobody was paying too much attention and started his work.
Jason reached his left hand into a messenger bag that he had slung over his shoulder, a large brown-leather piece that every Sentinel knew to be curious about. He pulled out a small vial of some greyish paste made with a blend of mushrooms and laurel (bay) leaves and uncorked the archaicly-bottled concoction. He brought it to his lips and closed his eyes, blowing ever so quietly over the bottle before dumping part of the salve in his left palm before returning the salve to his bag. Jason then rubbed the salve into his fingers and then underneath is eyes, nose, and behind his ears. While the magic wouldn't give him the same specialty Sam had when it came to the dead and dying, it would allow him to become aware of the astral plane without having to necessarily enter it, which also meant he couldn't directly interact with it unless he used more magic. The purpose to this, of course, was that psychopomps travelled in the astral. Once the salve was applied correctly Jason let his chi reach out into the world around him, aided by his salve.
Meanwhile, overhead in the sky, dark as the knight sky and flying by the light of the moon, was Astra. Along with cats and dogs, crows were well known natural psychopomps. Since she noticed what Jason was doing, and be known she was very aware of what exactly he was doing, she had every intention on helping.
Okay I should have my post up by Monday, I’m a weekend warrior cause I work from the same computer
Should Jason show up inebriated or no is my question right now
Boop boop be doop
Booo
@WaywardK Samara is absolutely on board with trying to get Clint to come out and actually have a good time, rather than scowl at a beer bottle. :3
Also, I was sitting here thinking of what color Sam's bike is, and...well, there's really only one answer, isn't there.
Please say pink with sparkles
Okay so since everyone else did one...
Clint: Jason would lowkey have a thing for Clint. Not like a romantic thing but there's... definitely a thing there. Jason can sense the darkness in Clint's tortured soul. Not by any magical means or anything, just the fact that Jason gets vibes from Clint. Jason has likely on a couple of occasions tried to get Clint to follow him to a bar, or attempted to get the guy into something chill and mundane. In the field, Jason would like be extremely loyal to Clint's directions and would prefer to take orders from him. Jason may almost seem like a little brother. Astra is indifferent to him.
Wendy: Jason has 100% tried to tempt her with a chicken wing or some kind of meat, and may even make it a regular habit of trying to bribe her support via meaty snacks. He probably doesn't really want to be close friends with her cause they have vastly different interests, but feels like treating her well is a morally obliged duty, as the Greeks feared and respected those that were "wild." That being said, Jason probably has a fascination with her fae ancestry as well, as the fae have long since been known to work with pagan witches like himself, even if it's mostly just the Gaelics. Astra is very fond of her.
Samara: One of Jason's best friends. Jason personally knows what it's like to speak with and meet otherworldly deific energies so probably bonds pretty strongly with Samara over that fact. Samara is probably one of the few people that realizes something is off, supernaturally, with Jason. His past lives seem to be somehow important to who he is now. That being said, like Naril suggested, they are 100% drinking buddies, she may even be on his side with trying to get Clint to go out with them. Astra isn't fond of her for some reason.
November: November, out of everyone we currently have, probably isn't going to like Jason very much, and it's going to drive Jason batshit. Jason has a pathological need to be liked and the only reason November is ever going to look at him lovingly is if he's been slow roasted over a fire for a few hours and marinated in seasonings. Astra despises November.
Clint: Jason would lowkey have a thing for Clint. Not like a romantic thing but there's... definitely a thing there. Jason can sense the darkness in Clint's tortured soul. Not by any magical means or anything, just the fact that Jason gets vibes from Clint. Jason has likely on a couple of occasions tried to get Clint to follow him to a bar, or attempted to get the guy into something chill and mundane. In the field, Jason would like be extremely loyal to Clint's directions and would prefer to take orders from him. Jason may almost seem like a little brother. Astra is indifferent to him.
Wendy: Jason has 100% tried to tempt her with a chicken wing or some kind of meat, and may even make it a regular habit of trying to bribe her support via meaty snacks. He probably doesn't really want to be close friends with her cause they have vastly different interests, but feels like treating her well is a morally obliged duty, as the Greeks feared and respected those that were "wild." That being said, Jason probably has a fascination with her fae ancestry as well, as the fae have long since been known to work with pagan witches like himself, even if it's mostly just the Gaelics. Astra is very fond of her.
Samara: One of Jason's best friends. Jason personally knows what it's like to speak with and meet otherworldly deific energies so probably bonds pretty strongly with Samara over that fact. Samara is probably one of the few people that realizes something is off, supernaturally, with Jason. His past lives seem to be somehow important to who he is now. That being said, like Naril suggested, they are 100% drinking buddies, she may even be on his side with trying to get Clint to go out with them. Astra isn't fond of her for some reason.
November: November, out of everyone we currently have, probably isn't going to like Jason very much, and it's going to drive Jason batshit. Jason has a pathological need to be liked and the only reason November is ever going to look at him lovingly is if he's been slow roasted over a fire for a few hours and marinated in seasonings. Astra despises November.
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