| Opening Log

[shadowqueen]

Everyone's waking up at once, covered in bits of rubble, temporarily without abilities and with a lurking headache. The castle looms around them, irrepressibly gray, huge and silent. The only noises are the people, rustling as they extract themselves from their sarcophagi and look for exits along the arching walkways.

Better take a look around, and see if anyone else knows what's going on.

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[gigantor]

[Upon hearing that, Sam visibly relaxes. All right. If his brother's here, then that means Dean hasn't been dragged to hell, killed, or all of the above. Check that one off the list of immediate concerns.]

More than familiar. Back where we're from my brother and I hunt them.

[He eyes Willow, suddenly curious about why she just talked about demons like they were no more unusual than dust-bunnies.]

Not to be nosy or anything, but you seem, uh, pretty comfortable with the whole demons thing. You're not a hunter, are you?

[guiltapalooza]

I don't know if I'd say hunt, exactly, [she says vaguely, more than happy to chatter and take her mind off of their circumstances.] More like they hunt me and I help my friend Buffy bring on the pain in retaliation.

--Their pain, not mine. Important distinction.

[gigantor]

[He considers that.]

So more like "demon fighter" in the teamwork sense, then.