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[likemichael]

[Dean has found a few minutes to talk, after fighting his way back to the small safe house he has set up with a group of people, and he's found his way to a quieter corner, though voices can be heard a distance away, and beyond that gunshots and yelling. It's almost surreal, but Dean is almost used to the noise of it all now, and that's something

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[teddyalt_man]

[Private Video Feed]

[It's a few moments before Teddy answers, enough to get his anger in check, which apparently means smashing things. The room beyond was full of crates, but now is full of splinters. There's some dents and even one hole in the wall. The teen is green, tall and visibly breathing hard. But he's not crying, he isn't crying. Whatever the streaks down his cheeks say.]

W- What's the location?

[likemichael]

I'll meet you down on the third floor, we're gonna have to break out a window, they've got the ground area surrounded right now. [He glances down at his weapons and searches for another load of bullets, before giving Teddy a half smile.]

You okay, Little Hulk? [It's totally a good time for nicknames, of course.] We'll get him, okay? You knew Raven longer than me, so it's your call if I shoot him, too. [Dean isn't going to avoid beating the crap out of him, of course.]

[teddyalt_man]

Third floor. I can do that. The window's won't be a problem. [A momentary pause. Teddy's mind is going a mile to the minute, his jaw set in tight square angles.] How do you feel about flying?

Hulkling, Dean. Hulkling.

No. I don't want you to shoot him. We're going to tear him into pieces.

[likemichael]

Not the biggest fan of it, to be honest. [Try deathly afraid of it, especially after his only experience of flying included a demon exorcism.] But If that's how we've gotta get out, then I can stomach five minutes in the air.

[He gives him a wink, trying to keep things light, putting himself in the big brother mode he still pulls on Sam.] Now we're cooking with gas. I asked around, got his name. Kai Leng. Know him?

[likemichael]

No problem, sweetheart. Someone had to do it. [And very few people have seen as much death as he has to be able to be clinical about a list of the dead.]

[likemichael]

Sure they did. It's only right. I don't know most of these people, but someone does. Hell, if someone I cared about got hurt like this, damn straight I'd want to know. [He forces a half-assed laugh.] I always do.

[faultlesscon]

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[He still.. doesn't know how to make this anonymous, but text works.]

Are you leading a resistance?

[likemichael]

What's it to you who's leading what?

[Dean isn't sure who can even be trusted at this point, because they've had enough backstabbing happening here.]

[faultlesscon]

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Because I want to know who I can give information to. If you can't help me, point me to someone who can.

[likemichael]

We've got a set up here, yeah. I guess I lead it. What info you got?

[risegloriana]

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[She's not good at stopping to grieve. She was never allowed to, not for her any of her family. They weren't supposed to, and it's a habit that's deeply ingrained. You keep going, keep fighting, look to the people that need you. She's doing it now.]

I've no doubt, between all of us, those responsible for this death, will be made to pay for it.

[likemichael]

I'll make sure of that, sweetheart, don't worry about that.

[He's planning on taking down everyone he can who has shot at any unarmed citizen, but he's used to fighting monsters, not men, and it's becoming apparent to him that his father trained him for every possible kind of war, even this one.]

Are things okay over there? Which district are you in?

[risegloriana]

I've no doubt you will put every part of your skills to use. [there's a smirk there, even if it's only in her voice.]

Venetian District. We're doing what we can, but... [For all she'd ask for information, there had been little to find.] ... he plays his games carefully.

[likemichael]

I'll definitely try.

[He looks nearly disappointed when she says that district. He needs to get in contact with someone in Old Town to search for Sam, but so far no one he can trust has been in contact.] Still doing the whole ritual sacrifice thing?

[ironfail]

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Fuck, Raven? The pretty blue-skinned girl? [He tries to keep his voice neutral, regretting not texting almost immediately. Thank god he doesn't know Darcy as well here as he had in Aliunde.]

[likemichael]

That's the one. Knew her, I guess? [Dean can't even drum up if he ever read anything with both Stark and Mystique in it, he's too frazzled to think about it.]

[ironfail]

I talked to her a couple times. She seemed...nice. ['Nice' doesn't sound adequate at all, but it's the only thing that comes to mind. He's a little stunned at the news though he knows he shouldn't be.] How did she die, do you know?

[likemichael]

She was a pistol, that's for sure. A good girl, though. [He pauses for a long moment before a shaky sigh follows.] Pushed off a building. A fall like that would've given her internal bleeding if it hadn't broken way too many bones already.