ava

THE reaction she had to his own only encouraged a scowl to form on his lips. Finding it SICKENING to lay his eyes on her again, only blossoming memories of which he would rather forget. A mistake he once made, but won’t make again. Ava did have a point, it DIDN’T matter right now, but what mattered is the why. “my mother? My mother is DEAD. Try again.” he stated this with a certainty, that is his truth and what he has been lead to believe.

How CUTE, he has no idea. Perhaps even big bro didn't know, or maybe he did. "Funny --" A clicking of her tongue, smug smile pressed upward. "She looked pretty alive to me yesterday, mentioned that she had to find her SAMMY and that she had Dean here with her." Brief shrug of her shoulders as if she's uninterested, "Guess I was just seeing things, huh?"

     he offers up an awkward smile in response to the question. it was a new situation for him as well, and given he already wasn’t good with people, this didn’t really help matters much. “ah, yes. i had assumed there was nothing to return me back to my old time, considering it doesn’t appear anyone can leave. does anyone have any knowledge as to why we’re here??”

She's heard of strange happenstances, christ she IS one, but being from a different decade, is something else completely. "Uh -- " Ava blinks before shaking her head, "Nah. I mean I know why I'm here, but I haven't got a clue for anyone else or what's keeping us here."

“Comfort is an odd thing,” the man admitted, folding his arms on the counter top of the bar and looked over to the other. “Some take comfort in things of home. Others make comfort in their surroundings no matter where they might be. Still others create comfort without having anything,” he replied to the girl. “Depends on what you need.” He snorted slightly at the religious spin. “Darling I am a religious spin. I could tell you and show you things that will have you believing in a heartbeat. But I’d rather you come to your own conclusions, I’m all about free will, after all.” 

Forget the earlier part of their conversation for now her interest is piqued by the male, even further than prior. "Care to elaborate on that one?" Ava mutters with a step closer, eyes narrowing a little. "I've been dead so uh -- pretty sure I'll believe almost anything you throw at me."

“In a universe that exists alongside a multitude of other universes and who knows what… I guess if you get something of comfort from that, darling, you’re doing well,” he admitted with a nod. “Me? Well… yes, I think so? I know of a couple of people from ‘my world’,” he said with air quotes, “…who got pulled into this mess as well. I’m just trying to figure out what the connection is and what He wants us all in the same place for…” He wiggled a finger towards the ceiling when he said ‘He’. 

Listening to his words the brunette finds herself trying to get a read off of him, something that might give her some kind of leeway on the other; a trait that'll help hold information over him. NOTHING. "Then you're doing better than others here, right? You have something familiar to hold onto where a lot of us don't, that must be a little comforting." OH. She blinks as it hits her, "You're not going to go on a huge religion spin are you?"

At this point, Sam Winchester didn’t know what to expect from this place. Wherever ‘here’ is, something about it made it feel like they weren’t in their universe. It had to be an alternate, right? One thing was for sure, he had nothing to aid him. Calling out for Cas earned him a few looks to those within range– making it more so obvious just how lost he is. Bright green eyes lift heaven ward as hopelessness drained into his system. He was alone. Brows crease with the troubled emotions churning through his being. It’s a feeling he is forced to live with.

An echo of heels and a voice catch his attention, turning his head to lay eyes on a woman who should be long dead. “What the hell?” a face of a woman he hadn’t though about until this very moment. “How the hell are you here right mow?” It felt like a stupid question, but  there is still VERY little he knows about this place.

It's the kind of response that she EXPECTED and she's giddy with the confusion and anger hidden in his tone. It's enough to almost make the brunette PREEN with contentment. Instead there's an airless shrug with lips pressing together in a feigned pout, "You didn't miss me?" A hand comes to her chest as if she's hurt by his lack of emotional response. "Does it matter how I'm here, Sam?" She knew eventually he'd find out, hell she'd already told Dean. "How about this -- " A click of her tongue, "You tell me how your M O T H E R is alive and I'll tell you how I'm back."

“Well, as someone who’s managed the whole… dimensional weirdness before… let me tell you that it may not be all that bad.” He leaned back some. “First, I commend you for being that way with your children. Little should mean anything compared to getting back to the ones you love. Secondly, this place where we are might be different than your ‘real’ world. So time there may be at a standstill while we ‘live’ here, if you know what I mean?” 

There's still something off about this man that she can't place, but he hasn't proven himself to be a threat and thusly she's more than happy to keep up with the guise. "Thank you," A bow of her head is offered as she continues to gather her emotions together. "It's still very confusing but that's...surprisingly comforting, actually. Are you alone here as well?"

                 there’s  silence  shared  between  them,  since  peter  didn’t  know  how  to  react  in  a  situation  like  this.  one  part  of  him  wants  to  REACH  OUT  for  comfort,  yet  the  other asks  for  him  to  stay  back  in  case  the  gesture  deemed  inappropriate  for  anyone.  a  sigh  exits  his  lips,     ❛    i’m  sorry  about  your  kids,    ❜    he  says  in a  low  murmur,  expression  SOMBER.    ❛    if  you  want,  i  could  help  you  get  out  of  here ?  i  can’t  really  promise  anything,  but  i  can  do my  best.    ❜  

Just like that, she got him exactly where she wants him. Soft sigh leaves as her hand reaches for fallen tears, smearing them away as if she's trying to collect her nerves. "I'm sorry." It's repeated still broken, forcing a smile to her lips. "That's kind of you, really." Blind help leads to nothing. "The fact that you're willing to help is...it's more than enough, Thank you"

bucky paused as he listened to the woman’s voiced concerns. he didn’t know how that felt. the idea of children seemed like a foreign concept. “are you sure?” he only asked because he’d seen people pop up out of nowhere. perhaps her children were just in another part of town. he hesitated before he decided he’d help her, though usually he wouldn’t. “i can help look. if you are unsure.”

He's stand off ish, his whole body seems terribly tense with something unknown and perhaps that is why Ava wants to crack this one wide open. "I am." She offers sadly, wiping at false tears to dry her cheeks. "I've looked but I..." She trails off with faked bow of her head in concern, unable to seemingly meet his gaze. "That would be ...wonderful, thank you."

“I never understood the impetus to have offspring,” he admitted to the girl, pushing a hand in his suit pocket and tilted his head. Lucifer seemed to not be bothered too much by her tears; still there was some gentlemanly part of him that pulled a handkerchief from his pocket, shoot it from it’s folded arrangement and handed it to the girl. 

Something is OFF about this guy, he smells like fire but there's nothing solid that Ava can place. His wording is a little weird, but maybe it's the accent? "Thank you." Soft and BROKEN as it comes, fingers accepting the handkerchief all the same, dabbing at fallen saline before facing him properly. "They're all I have, and if something was to happen to them -- I would never forgive myself."

“a bear? oh, no. i’m not sure what exactly that is, frankly, but he’s an ewok. like i said.” her brows knitted together as she looked back at the small creature. “not so much anymore, not since the fight against the empire ended, but still. it’s nice to meet you as well, though i wish i could say it was under better circumstances. what planet are we on?”

How can she NOT know what a bear is? Where did this woman come from? "Right." She mutters, still confused. "Empire? What empire are you talking about?" She shakes her head as the offer of a planet falls, hands waving dramatic. "HOLD THE PHONE -- what do you mean what planet, we're on Earth. The fuck are on you, lady?"

“my son, dean, yes. he’s here. i’m still hoping that i’ll find sammy or anyone else we know.” mary nodded her head as she looked over at the brunette. “i hope you find someone as well. being alone, it’s never pleasant. have you been here long?” she raised a brow. “somehow i doubt that’ll be the case. we don’t seem to be able to leave.”

It's confirmed in her mind, as if she had ever been unsure, that this is indeed Mary Winchester. The names dropped have proven just that, but now she's curious about HOW she's come to be alive once more. "Oh god -- uh.." She counts days on her fingers before shrugging, "I'd say a week at most? Maybe, I'm not really sure. Everything has started to blend together, you know?"

    there didn’t seem to be a proper explanation for exactly how he had come to be in a time so far from his own. “no, i just recently arrived and i’m still not quite sure how i did come to be in this place, or this time. i was just back in 1926 before.”

The year that he offers has Ava blinking rapidly in confusion, whatever idea of tricking this man falls short in turn. "I...seriously?" He's certainly dressed for that time period, it would make sense but being probable? She does'nt know. "Hate to break it to you then, but...we don't have time machines -- I don't think you'll be getting home any time soon."

“it’s not stupid,” the hunter replies, a sigh falling from her lips as she looks over at the brunette. “none of us are supposed to be here.  i’m just glad i’ve found one of my sons. that’s all that matters, really. finding people you know. people you love. hopefully not people you don’t get along with.” she crossed her arms over her chest.

Part of her has to admit to curious nature, the woman long since dead now standing before her as right as rain. Granted, Ava was formally dead as well -- but it's different. She highly doubts the other made a deal with the devil, or a demon. In fact, Ava would be able to tell; there's no doubt about that in her mind. "You have family here?" She already knows the truth. "At least you have someone you can trust, that's..." A soft smile is offered. "That's more than a lot of us have, maybe that'll help to get you back to where you came from."