A Hunter of the Lord

"Somethings you just don’t get used to," Jessica muttered under her breath. The comment was meant for herself, because she was certain there was no way she could get used to dying and coming back again. And it was certainly something she didn’t want to get used to.

"I dunno. I think you'll find that you'll kinda adjust to anythin' if you have enough time and patience." Jo had returned from the dead and yet somehow had come to comprehend it without too much doubt or hesitation. 

An anonymous source? That sounded odd. She’d had experiences with people who liked to remain anonymous in the past, but she doubted that this was the same person. “I doubt that anybody would have more information than the FBI.” Amelia raised an eyebrow. The thought of the possibility of a fake badge still niggling at the back of her mind. “I really don’t know who would have told you this, or why they have singled me out specifically.” 

"You'd be surprised," Jo says, attempting to brush off the comment as she pulls a piece of hair from her face. "They also wished for their logic to remain anonymous, for they figured you'd be able to figure everythin' out if you knew what they said." She shrugs, making it evident she was ready to dismiss the subject. Jo does not mind lying, but she prefers to adhere to the truth whenever possible. 

"I guess those are really weird questions to bring up, right? Not normal?" Jessica nodded her head. Definitely not normal questions.

Jo shrugs off the statement, well adjusted to the supernatural and anything beyond. "Yeah, I suppose, but my life revolves around the weird. I'm kinda used to it all."

"Well for starters, why I’m here."

"Why wouldn't you be here?" Jo deliberately ignores the how element of her statement. Either this girl was slightly mad, or she had experienced something beyond most as Jo had.

Explaining the Unexplainable. |Open|

Jo sauntered into the morgue, her hands stuffed in her back pockets with ease. The newspaper had alluded to a supernatural element within a rather peculiar death of Alexander Redblunt, and, as always, she had felt the desire to investigate. Though diagnostics was not a strength for Joanna Beth Harvelle, she still felt as though she should attempt to investigate. Lives could potentially be at stake.

Amelia scrunched her face in confusion, thinking back to her training and remembering all of the tell-tale signs of a fake ID. She shook off these thoughts and blamed it on the fact that she hadn’t worked there for over seven months.

"An anonymous source said that you had involvement with recent activities and that you are aware of information most others do not have." Though Amelia had contradicted her question, Jo still felt the need to compensate with an answer. However, in all honesty, each word expelled from her mouth was false.

Sooo...

Amelia turned around curiously as the blonde behind her produced her badge. “I would be more than happy to come with you.” She smiled sweetly while she examined the badge the woman was holding up to her face. Amelia continued to smile, before her expression turned more serious, “If that was in fact a real badge.” She raised an eyebrow while mimicking the woman’s previously arrogant grin. 

Jo was not expecting to be called out on her false badge, and it causes her thoughts to stumble while her speech falters. However, after clearing her throat, she regains her composure, attempting to mimic the confident grin from before. 

Aziraphale frowned, looking over his shoulder at the door. He really didn’t want to be caught by any demons here. He knew he could fight, even if he was a bit rusty. He was more concerned for what would happen to the girl in a fight. She had looked awful and he’d only had a moment to see the extent of her injuries. “Please, child, I’m here to help you,” he said, “We need to get you out of here. I don’t know when they’ll be back,”

Jo nods slowly in agreement. When he mentions the twisted nightmares returning for her, her stomach plummets. Abaddon had left her for a brief intermission with Crowley before returning, inflicting even more damage than before. It felt as if she has been in Hell for years, potentially centuries, and that amount of vast time caused every thought she has to be tainted with darkness and stained with scarlet. 

That's What Angels Do || Aziraphale & Jo

It had been too much for Jo's soul. She had attempted to remain indifferent, scattering the occasional snarky remark whenever she thought it would irritate either Crowley or Abaddon the most, though her resolve had gradually cracked before shattering beyond repair.