second hunt | backdated to after Day 3

[demonhunting]

[ACTION, 749 Partridge Drive, Sept. 5]

[So, here's the thing about killer drones: when you go up against a mob of them armed with only a knife and another knife sticking out of your shoulder, there's a good chance you're going to die. Even if you've got a witch on your side. Sam's learned that lesson the hard way, but now he's waking up in his bed, in his house, and sucking in a deep lungful of air.

He's alive. He's alive, which really shouldn't be possible. But then, he's seen and heard a lot of strange things, both in and out of Mayfield.

Still, there's no denying the fact that he was dead. Nor is there any denying the fact that he can barely feel his pulse, and when he sits up, he has to grip on to something to steady himself, his sight blurring for just a moment before it clears up as he tries to catch his breath. Then the mother of all headaches comes on.

Housemates, your newly resurrected not!dad is trying to make his way down the stairs, though he's looking a little pale. Which is pretty difficult when you're suffering from a headache, shortness of breath, and trying to fight off unconsciousness.

Everyone else, feel free to visit him over the next few days. Just expect to see that he's...not doing so hot.]

[ACTION, Mayfield High, Sept. 8]

[From all the chatter his drone kid has been directing at him while he's been sick, he's got a job at the high school as a teacher, which means that as soon as he's feeling better (or at least can stand for long periods of time without falling over), he'll be showing up for the first time at work.

Anyone who comes into their Social Studies class is sure to be in for a surprise, because Sam is sitting at his desk and reviewing the lesson plan, with "Myths, Legends, and How They Affect Various Societies" written on the blackboard. He's still a bit pale--death will do that to you--but at least he's feeling better.

As soon as everyone's sitting down, he stands up.]

Uh, hi. First things first, I'm Sam Winchester, and I'll be your Social Studies teacher for the year. [He pauses, just letting the words he's just said sink in.] We'll be studying various myths, legends and various kinds of lore, and see just how it's affected society. So, I'd like to hear at least one or two from you guys.

[Actually, this is kind of just an excuse to get his mind off of the fact that he died and to record at least some lore. Especially the ones that feature monsters and how to kill them, just in case he runs across one.

Other teachers are free to encounter him either in his classroom, writing something down in a notebook, or in the canteen, where his food looks more or less untouched as he goes over what he's written down, or even in the hallways, where he's leaning against one of the lockers and just breathing in and out.]

Comments

School (Aw heck yes)

[originalnumber]

NO SAM NO-

DON'T ASK-

Too late.

"Aah- We are studying myths..?" Aaaaaah- "I am not completely familiar with the lore of the country I was from prior coming to Mayfield, but I believe I may be able to give a few ideas for the Japan from whence I came."

This can only end in terrible things.

[demonhunting]

[Hey, it's probably better than whatever the drone teacher had been tossing at them. Besides, he needs the research. Hitting up the library didn't work.]

Japan, huh? Go ahead. I'm listening.

[originalnumber]

"From what I have observed, Japan's mythology is quite odd compared to that of the west- that is to say, myths with western European ties. One of the greatest beliefs concerns spirits; in Japan, any object, from a mere sandal to a discarded toy, may gain a spirit and consciousness of its own if it has existed more than 100 years. As a whole, it seems that the prospect of all things having a spirit of some kind is quite prevalent."

[demonhunting]

It's not all that odd, actually. Some lore says spirits can get pretty attached to their things, even without those having to exist for 100 years.

[Speaking from personal experience, here.]

[action - partridge]

[allwehad]

[Margot was revived about a day or so later and is not doing too well herself. While physically fine, mentally she's shot, seeing things that aren't there -- twisted bodies on fire, her sister as a faceless drone, other people she's met losing their faces as well so that they're featureless.

She's spent half the day locked in the bathroom before getting more answers and finally venturing out. Sam's is the first place she goes; she feels guilty that she couldn't get the both of them out.

Careful to avoid eye contact with any hallucinations and trying her damnedest to pretend they're not there, a twitchy Margot makes it to Sam's door, ringing the bell.]

[demonhunting]

[It takes a while for Sam to get to the door, but he does, eventually. He leans against the doorway, tries to smile at her through the headache and blurring vision and the sudden guilt that crashes down on him, a little like a knife in his heart (and he knows how that feels now).

He didn't get her out. He hadn't been able to, and because of that they'd both died.]

Hey. [He really doesn't know what to say. She was dead, after all. It's kind of hard to assure anyone after they've died.]

[allwehad]

[For a moment, Margot flinches away -- whatever the revival machine did, it's messing with her mind and his face looks like those drones. She forces herself to relax, but looks away.]

Hey yourself.

...Saints, I can't tell you how happy I am to see you alive. [Even though she's freaked out, she offers up a small smile.]

[demonhunting]

Me too. [Even if he can't get enough air in his lungs. But he notices her flinch away, then relax. He gestures inside.] Come in. Don't mess with the salt lines.

School

[scarredglasses]

[Harry's sitting in the back of classroom, not really paying attention. He'd been warned that not coming was a bad thing and this was the first class he'd found without a drone teacher. So he decided to see what was going on. And maybe he's make some new friends or even learn something!]

[demonhunting]

[Sam's noticed the kid sitting at the back of the classroom, certainly. Once he's done listening to some drone teen's story about Makeout Point (which he's pretty sure isn't haunted, he should know, he checked), he walks over to Harry's seat.]

How about you? Anything you'd like to tell us?

[scarredglasses]

Huh? [Harry looked up from his doodles.] Um...my uncle always said stuff like that wasn't real.

[demonhunting]

Yeah, well, he's not here, so just humor me a little, if you've heard anything.

[ Near the House | Hello, Neighbor ]

[vedaandme]

[Tieria was leaving for school about the same time as Sam. He glanced over, noticing that he didn't look all that well. He frowned. With all the strange occurances over the past few days, he had a feeling it was likely related to that. However, exactly why could still be a mystery.]

Did you need help?

[Not that he was overly concerned, but he was more curious as to what happened, and he'd found that humans tended to spill out what's happened to them when one offered to help them out.]

[demonhunting]

[He blinks, then turns around. He's seen Tieria around before, but hasn't really talked to him. Now he just shrugs.]

Nah. I'm fine, thanks.

[vedaandme]

Are you certain? [He didn't look fine to Tieria. In fact, Tieria looked like he didn't believe him at all.]

[demonhunting]

Of course.

[Really. He's been through worse than low blood pressure.]

Mayfield High

[infourbooks]

So... like History of Magic, then?

[He might actually be able to follow what's going on in this class!]

[demonhunting]

Uh...yeah?

[History of Magic? He vaguely recalls reading about something like that, but it slips his mind right now.]

It's more in general, actually.

[infourbooks]

Sounds like a nice change from all these Muggle subjects.

[He's been... a bit overwhelmed. And GLaDOS kept comparing him unfavourably to a gerbil]

[demonhunting]

Muggle?

[That's just confusing.]

school

[condescent]

[Not that Joshua isn't happy with any excuse to tl;dr about history and things no one cares about, but...]

Anything more specific than that? Unless you'd like to hear me recite Japanese folklore from the past two thousand years or so.

[demonhunting]

Honestly, I'm just after any kind of folklore. Especially ghosts and monsters.

school;

[mathisradical]

Do aliens count?

[demonhunting]

[There's a small upward twitch of his mouth, like he seriously can't believe it. But hey, he asked for lore.]

I guess so.

[mathisradical]

I'm an alien.

[ Nevermind that he's lying, he also happens to look extremely human. ]