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trans_92010-02-07 05:00 pm
governmentninja) wrote in trans_92010-02-07 05:00 pm
The Right Tool for the Job [Open]
The Nightmare King had been, more or less, taking it easy on Leon. Not that he had to do much. All he had to do was let Leon know that he was in his head. Considering that he never really recovered from being possessed by a plaga, just knowing that he wasn't alone in his own head was more than enough to get to him. For Leon, an occasional flash of something dark moving through the veins just under his skin, or glancing at his reflection only to see a pair of red eyes looking back at him, was more effective than any elaborate nightmare. Even the feeling that his clothes were contracting against him despite his having gotten rid of that godforsaken plant suit, or that damned itch on the inside of his chest were starting to get to him.
At first, he just resorted to ignoring and pushing past the sensations, going colder to get himself through the day. Slowly, though, the Nightmare King was chipping away at that defense.
But Leon would be damned if he was going to end up helpless against this thing. "Sigmund," the Seer's droid assistant had given him a list of ways to 'bless' and reinforce his weapons to make them more effective against daemons. Leon tried a few, mostly on the weapons he didn't normally carry while back home. It worked, to a minor degree. At the least, it made it so those weapons stood out in his waking dreams. The discontinuity of having them there was usually enough to make him realize that he was dreaming. Well, that, and the fact that he scrawled the words 'WAKE UP' on each of those weapons.
But he was hoping to find a more effective way of taking on the Nightmare King. Which is why, for once, Leon was in the sensoriums.
He usually avoided the sensoriums, only bothering to step in if he had business with someone in there. There was something about a hyper-realistic virtual reality that annoyed him, and he found the way some crew members buried themselves in a false reality to be worrisome. Even more so, considering that not even that was a refuge for them from the Nightmare King. But for right now, the room's ability to conjure up whatever he wanted trumped his discomfort with the place.
His brain was a bit too fried to focus on a list, so he had the room bring interface with the W&P inventory list to bring up the "infinite armory". He stood in the middle of countless rows and racks of weapons and armor, and what could be seen was still only a fraction of what they had on board. He moved them easily and effortlessly, rearranging them with the aid of several holographic screens.
He looked at the specs for several groups of weapons, hoping that somewhere in that haystack, was a needle that he could use to stab the Nightmare King in the eye.
At first, he just resorted to ignoring and pushing past the sensations, going colder to get himself through the day. Slowly, though, the Nightmare King was chipping away at that defense.
But Leon would be damned if he was going to end up helpless against this thing. "Sigmund," the Seer's droid assistant had given him a list of ways to 'bless' and reinforce his weapons to make them more effective against daemons. Leon tried a few, mostly on the weapons he didn't normally carry while back home. It worked, to a minor degree. At the least, it made it so those weapons stood out in his waking dreams. The discontinuity of having them there was usually enough to make him realize that he was dreaming. Well, that, and the fact that he scrawled the words 'WAKE UP' on each of those weapons.
But he was hoping to find a more effective way of taking on the Nightmare King. Which is why, for once, Leon was in the sensoriums.
He usually avoided the sensoriums, only bothering to step in if he had business with someone in there. There was something about a hyper-realistic virtual reality that annoyed him, and he found the way some crew members buried themselves in a false reality to be worrisome. Even more so, considering that not even that was a refuge for them from the Nightmare King. But for right now, the room's ability to conjure up whatever he wanted trumped his discomfort with the place.
His brain was a bit too fried to focus on a list, so he had the room bring interface with the W&P inventory list to bring up the "infinite armory". He stood in the middle of countless rows and racks of weapons and armor, and what could be seen was still only a fraction of what they had on board. He moved them easily and effortlessly, rearranging them with the aid of several holographic screens.
He looked at the specs for several groups of weapons, hoping that somewhere in that haystack, was a needle that he could use to stab the Nightmare King in the eye.
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"We have a number of revolvers, probably a few of that model. A bit old school, though, don't you think?"
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"When it gets the job done, you don't mess with the classics. And it definitely gets the job done."
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"And if there's any way we can get our world back, we're going to need it there badly."
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"It kills demons. In fact there's not many evil things out there that it won't kill. But where I come from, demons aren't easy to take out. This is one of the few things that does."
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"Right..."
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"Was there anything distinctive about it, besides the make and model?" Because they had an ungodly number of revolvers in stock. The search needed to be narrowed down.
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"Pentagram on the stock, the barrel has a Latin inscription on it. 'non timebo mala' engraved across the top."
And by the way he rattled off the Latin phrase he was clearly familiar with the language, or at least key phrases from it.
"There's also a leaf pattern engraved on the side of the barrel's base." He had cleaned and checked over that gun so many times, he knew it as well as his shotgun or his Colt 1911.
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Though there was still the issue as to whether or not Leon would even give Dean the gun to begin with.
"That the one?"
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"That's it. Holy crap, it made it here," he gave a small tired smile at the sight.
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"Now why should I give it back to you?" A simple, if loaded, question.
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"Look, the last pair of Winchesters... lets just say they were quite zealous. To the point that in their crusade they ended up getting a number of crew members injured in a massive fiasco for what amounted to absolutely no good reason." Granted, that was driven by Sam, but still. Leon's experiences with alternates was limited, no telling how different these were from the last.
"So. Why should I hand this over to you?"
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He then leaned forward to look him square in the eye, "Because I will do my damnedest to protect everyone on this ship, anybody awake or sleeping. Even fellow stubborn sons of bitches."
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"Come here for a second."
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"All right."
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And that same hand quickly came up and lightly slapped Dean in the back of the head.
"You're kind of an idiot," he stated, though not unkindly. More like he was pointing out an observation.
"About seventy percent of the crew come from a place where they were the only thing between civilization and Armageddon, and have it stuck in their heads they must be the one to save every living thing ever and will do. It's a noble thought, to be sure, but its a good part of the reason why the job of protecting the crew wasn't given to them, but to me. I understand that I'm not by myself in all of this."
It took him some time to understand that. On his world, he was normally a solo agent, but he was still a cog in something much bigger than himself, and functioned quite well as such. Absent that, he initially withdrew, relying on himself, a mistake on his part. But now that he's had some time to settle in as Chief of Security, he was seeing better how he fit into this incredibly dysfunctional machine of a crew.
"You want to help protect the crew? That's great. But to do that, that means you work for me, or you work for the Mystical Department, or Command. I'm not saying that because I'm some rigid, power hungry bastard whose all about rules and regulations. I'm saying that because the whole 'protecting the crew' thing works best when the people trusted with the responsibility of protecting the crew are all on the same damn page." Or at least pointed in the same direction. Life was so much easier then.
"Now, you don't have to join up, mind you, and I'm not going to force you. That choice is still yours. But don't expect me to hand out heavy artillery to any stubborn asshat with a hero complex.
"We clear?"
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He smoothed his hair in the back, and straightened up with a small smirk, "Crystal, yes sir."
He then added, "This your way of offering me a job? Since I could handle Security." Feel weird, almost like being legit, but everything's different here. Plus, granted be a nice change having something like real employment, only still get to do what he wanted to do. Maybe even get more say on the more freaky threats they're running into.
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