#thetricksterpuck

The company of two hobbits and two elves was a little oddly matched, but Arwen insisted. Some time had passed since the War of the Ring. Even though the Fourth Age had been peaceful, however, darkness seemed to be stirring in Mordor. The Free Peoples of Middle Earth may have to mobilize again. Conveniently, when word was sent, both Elves had been in Celondim, and as a result, it took them little time to get the Shire to meet with the two Hobbits. The chosen meeting place was the Golden Perch Inn in Stock. Its closeness to the border of the Shire meant they wouldn't have so great a distance to go towards Bree and the Lonelands lands near Ost Guruth when they had made preparations to depart. The hobbits were already there when the elves arrived. "Hail friends," Samandriel greeted them. 

"Really?"

Never had Dean envisioned himself taking up a job such as this, but here he was, at Disney World getting ready to meet up with the character he would be escorting and looking after. It was a temporary job but it had it's perks, such as discounts and testing out the rides before the public got to use them. Plus, it was overall a rather cheerful environment to be around, though he wasn't looking forward to encounters with the kids that ended up on Santa's naughty list every Christmas. He was relatively good with children, but as for the bratty ones, he never spared putting them in their place. Here though? That wouldn't fly. He'd have to hold his tongue, lest he wanted to be fired. Wouldn't that be a story to tell; losing a job because of some five year old.

Dean was currently in one of the staff rooms, sitting at a table as he awaited Peter Pan's arrival. The person behind the suit was named Puck, and he knew him personally from the high school he attended. An immediate downside to this job? They basically hated each other, but would have to conceal those feelings for the sake of keeping their job and not scaring off little children with heated arguments. Disney World wasn't anything like high school, and though both had zero tolerance for violence, Disney World was especially strict about it. Forget suspensions; they'd just fire your sorry ass without question.

Already, he could envision snarky insults from Peter Pan, which would secretly have an underlying meaning that came from Puck personally. Their arguments would have to be very subtle and secret whilst out in the open. He'd also have to remember to address him as Peter or Pan, otherwise he'd ruin the illusion and definitely take some heat for it. Easy enough though, right? Keep an eye on him, escort and assist him, and refrain from using his real name and beating him to a pulp. The general guidelines.

As the search for Messiah continued, Meg stuck close by to Lucifer. She had helped him, done her job and so far fought for a cause she thought was the right one. She couldn't let Heaven, Abaddon or Crowley get their hands on the little miracle, she needed Lucifer to triumph and he would. 

Otherwise her ass would be deep fried by the end of the year..

She wasn't needed for the night and had decided to spend some time with her favourite friend; beer. 

Meg had hit a random pub, smiling towards the men clearly checking her out. With any look she'd have a free beer by the time she sat down.