A Grand Entrance [SAVANNA!]

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[atrb=background,http://i1238.photobucket.com/albums/ff488/Karemonia_/Postscripts/dean_1back.png] Dean had a knack for gaining knowledge. It was one of the things that he believed in more than anything. Humans (and whatever he was) fear most that which they do not understand. A vast majority of the stupid and/or horrific decisions mankind have ever made have been made out of ignorance. Which is rooted in fear. It all boils down to one, indisputable principle: Knowledge is power. Now, it wasn't that Dean sought to gain power through his odd exploits, if he wanted that he wouldn't be who he is. No, he just never liked to be surprised. And in Dean Archer's life, 'surprise' tended to translate into 'trouble'. He always tended to err on the side of being prepared. Otherwise known as paranoia. But just because you call it paranoia doesn't mean there isn't a monster in the darkness about to rip your face off. Dean had his hands stuffed roughly in his beaten leather coat, his head bent down against one of the standard cold fronts that swept through the City at night. The downdrafts pulled and yanked away at the Warlock, but try as they might, he only took the force and moved on, mind set on his destination. The winds were especially harsh to the flimsy buildings in Old Town. They creaked and bent whenever breeze met brick, the sounds all but ingrained in Dean's head from the long hours he had spent there. It wasn't that he liked Old Town better than the other places the City had to offer. Goodness knows it wasn't that. Between the sewer rats the size of house-cats and the less than savory folk, Old Town was only one banana peel away from downright ramshackle-tude. No, it was just that his work took him there so often that he spent most of his time there. Crispy leaves rolled around Dean's ankles, escorted briefly by loose newspaper pages smelling of some type of excrement. He ignored Old Town's regular greeting to him, instead coming to stand near the entrance to Old Town's modest Museum of Natural History. It was one of the City's small attempts to make itself look all artsy and cultureized, though the gesture was lost on most of it's inhabitants. The building was all odd angles and windows, looking more like an awkward teenager than a scientific compendium. Even the artistic light-poles seemed more for show than actual light--the bulbs shooting their cargo into the branches of overhanging trees instead of down where it was useful. It was the type of place that was more for looks than actual learning and intellectual gain. Kind of like a big dictionary or set of encyclopedia. You had one to show you had one, but no one really gave it the presence of mind to actually use it. Which was why it was of great interest to Dean as to why there was a fire trailing embers gleefully into the defiantly dark City skyline. Dean let out a weary "Hrm" and headed towards the suspicious blaze, his hands clutching their tools hidden inside of the coat pockets. The fire could be nothing. It could be just an honest brush fire or car wreck. But in Dean's experience, nothing, and I mean nothing was ever that simple. So the man hunched his shoulders as another icy breezy cascaded over him, and cautiously began to head in the direction of the sunny light. "Time to punch in." OCC: Whoo! First post!

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[savannah]

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The old town wasn't really her favorite place to be. Since she lived in the bit of town that was known as the 'upper state' this was all very strange to her. Still, if she was trying what she was trying to do in the upper state, the police would be everywhere on her. The last thing that she was wanting to do was attract attention. Especially when the majority of the police force was human. She thought there was a warlock among them, but she couldn't be too sure. Here in this awful neighborhood, this part probably happened all the time. No one really took a notice to high flames at that point. Savannah was currently trying to balance college time and learning how to be a witch. She wasn't perticularly strong, considering she was only in the third generation of her family, but she was still determined to make the best of herself. That's all she wanted to do was strive for the top she could go. Especially since her life was spent on the lower level. Talk about sinking low.

Trying to make flames were harder than it seemed. She was no firetamer. Witches didn't pratice this because of the fact there was another species who looked down at the sad attempts of the witch. However, she wasn't going to be remaining helpless. It was reasonable to learn this knowledge so that she may use it. Fire was a big part of the world. Creating them and putting them out. There was even a dedicated department just for the element. It just made sense that she would learn how to control it in case humans let it- as always- get out of hand. She had also heard a couple of stories in the past where a firetamer's fire couldn't be controlled either. Clearly, this was a sign that the species could learn it too. The problem was that it was rather complex and took a high amount of concentration. Not to mention she was going to have to learn to control it if it started getting out of hand.

She came with black sweats, putting up her hoodie so that she could keep her face hidden. It was easier to do magic when color contacts were in the way. Unlike the bright green she wore, her eyes showed the natural purplie in the glint of the streetlight. She wanted to hide that as much as possible. Parts of her curly hair was sticking out of the hood, showing that she was at least female under all the clothes. Though they were sweats, they were more like professional jogger sweats that clung tight to her body. They were all black except for two white strips on both sides of her pant legs. The matching jacket had two white lines outlining the zipper. Failed attempt to blend in, but really, it was all she had. Growing up in a rich town was only meant for desginer clothes. Even if she would prefer just to wear a jersey and jeans. She felt much more comfortable.

Her memorized words came to her lips as she made her fingers dance through an empty alleyway. Surely no one was going to care here. Most of the fires made in this part of town were made from homeless people keeping shelter from the wind and smokers lighting something up. When she lifted her hands, the chill of the wind started to seep through her jacket and she placed them back down, got herself out of the wind, then tried again. She needed her full concentration. Full concentration wasn't going to happen anytime soon if the wind was biting harshly at her face the entire time. First, a spark started and she got excited and it died down again. Damn it. She started over, seeing the spark and making sure that nothing else crossed her mind. The spark grew to a flame and the flame increased within moments. After it had reached the top of the building, she attempted to lower it down, but found that it was even more difficult.

Savannah could have easily stopped, but she wanted to die it down herself. Not have it just stop. She wanted to learn this. Her head started to hurt a little bit, and she didn't even hear the footsteps coming her way. It was only when a dark figure came did her fire vanish out of the blue. If this was a human, she needed to stop at that moment. Cursing silently, she did see with a positive attitude that it had gone higher than last time. Her eyes peered over to the other person, hoping that her face and eyes were covered by the darkness of her hoody. However, the light shinned on both of them and she recongized this person. Someone from the past. At first, her heart pounded with worry. If it was another one night stand guy, she wasn't sure she could take it anymore. It was getting old. Then remembering faces, saw that it was a hell lot more. It had perhaps been the only friend at the time who gave a damn what happened to her. Savannah owed him greatly.

At the same time, she hadn't expected for him to land here, out of all places in the middle of Manuka. "Dean?" she lightly whispered in a little of a shock, gently putting her hand to her mouth, still feeling the warmth of the magic flowing through her gentle fingers. "Is that really you?" Savannah did perticularly feel bad about leaving without contact. It had been in her own interest to not contact anyone from the past life, even if it had been from someone trying to help her. She suddenly felt like a fool, now knowing where he was coming from. Before, she had shrugged it off and looked at him as if he was insane. Now it all made sense. If she had listened to him, perhaps she wouldnt' had been off so bad.

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[atrb=background,http://i1238.photobucket.com/albums/ff488/Karemonia_/Postscripts/dean_1back.png] Despite the fact that it was harsh and at times unforgiving, Dean actually enjoyed the wind. It was the air in the lungs of the earth, always moving and changing the environment it touched. It was just one thing in the world, but without it there wouldn't be rain, or snow, or any weather. It was a reminder that--like magic-- there was something bigger out there. A living, breathing earth that was awesome and terrifying all at once. Dean liked that. He had learned that magic is--in its most pure form-- the essence of life. It was everywhere, in everything. Always moving, never changing. He tired hard not to notice the fact that he seemed to have took that little lesson a little too seriously, but his subconscious had a way of pricking him with the truth. Stupid subconscious. As he walked down to the alley where it looked like the blaze was coming from, he took his right hand out of his pocket, extending his will out into the air around him. His magic coalesced with the cold wind, lending the Warlock some of its strength. With his left, Dean pulled out a small, fluid-less, Bic cigarette lighter. He let his arm drop causally to his side, though he rested his thumb on the roll of steel that would ignite the flint, ready to light the spark with his magic as well. Like I said: Paranoid, but not stupid. He came into the mouth of the alley, a large steel drum proving to be the source of the larger-than-average fire. Dean was just about to flick the lighter, extinguish the flames and call it a night when the fire abruptly shot down into the barrel and back to an appropriate size. Dean reacted almost instantly. He leveled the Bic like a revolver, his arm extended in a straight line in front of him and aimed at the small shadows behind the fire. He kept his right down, holding the energy invested for either a fast strike, or a quick getaway. The warlock had made enemies a-plenty through his nightly vigilanting, and the "fire to lure and distract" technique was a classic for things from Dean's side of the Weird. He hadn't stayed alive this long by not playing it safe. Though, to be honest, upon seeing who was on the other side of the fire drum, Dean lowered his weapon so fast that there should have been comical sound effects. Savannah had a good heart. That much Dean remembered perfectly. She also was unsure of what her place was in the rapidly changing world, and people (and not-people) prey on the lost as if they were a delicacy to be savored. Dean never asked the details of her situation--he never really did-- but what he did do was get involved. It was a rule that he almost never broke. Whenever he would help someone he would keep his distance. He would drive a wall so thick, so high that when the work was done, he could call it a job well done and be on his way. Things with Savannah, though, got...complicated. He didn't sleep with her--he was smart enough to know that was the last thing that either of them needed at the time. However, just because he didn't bed the beautiful woman didn't mean that he didn't get into trouble with her. The tale is long and laborious, but the cliff-notes version is this: Confused and rebellious collage dropout goes on a life binge of drinking, sex, and overall young-itude. One dog-eared, shaggy, Dean Archer--slightly used--blows through town and meets another practitioner. He sees the trouble she is in (even if she didn't realize it) and tires to help. He can tell that she is misusing her magic and is generally on the fast track to the type of life that would chew up and spit out a person like her with so much potential. He makes it his business to get into her life and help however he can. She didn't take it well. Dean didn't blame her. Hell, if someone waltzed into his life and started to tell him how to live it (or not live it in this case) he would tell them to fuck off. But he couldn't just do nothing. He tried and even when she told him to leave, he kept an eye on her. Nothing serious, but there were a couple of times where otherworldly things were looking to sink their teeth into a young, beautiful (and at this point extremely...uh, experienced) dancer/witch. Dean made sure they found their meals elsewhere. He never knew when she left. One day he just lost track of her. He hadn't felt or heard tale of any nasties coming into Nevada, so he assumed that she just got tired of Vegas and left town. Though there always was a part of him that worried about what had become of Savannah. I guess now he knew. He was shocked to say the least, he words jumbling in his mouth, the energy in his hands returning from whence it came. He blinked at her lamely, his mouth tripping over itself. "I--Uh..." He stopped for a breath. Paused a couple more to rub his neck sheepishly, and finally settled on raising a hand and waving. "Hiya." OCC: Sorry for the poopy novel. If anything here doesn't fit, let me know! on a side note: --facepalm-- he is so awkward sometimes. >.<

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[savannah]

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Protection. That was something that she knew she had needed the most during that life. Now that she was back up on her feet, she felt as if the protection was unnesasarry but oh did she need it back then. In her mind, she had been determined to take care of herself. No one was really going to stop her from she wanted to do. Not that time. Her high school years had been so strict that the chance to do everything that she had the curiousity of doing got her into some serious trouble. Curiousity was what got people into trouble. The saying curiousity killed the cat wasn't an accurate statement. Curiousity killed the person who was curious. Sometimes, the curious mind of someone override what they knew to be right. That's where she all went wrong. It took one fun high energy night and she was the bad tramp for the next couple of years.

Thats what Dean had attempted to do, but as far as Savannah knew, she pushed him away, seeing that he sounded just like her parents. It was a bunch of don'ts don'ts don'ts. Was she allowed to do anything? Of course now she realized that everyone had been right and she had been a stubborn fool not to see it. In a way, she really wished she had listend to everything Dean had said. It would have saved her quite a bit of tragic worries of pregnant accidents, STDs, alchohol poisoning and just about every other health condition that came with partying. When she was younger, she thought she could make a potion to make her feel better about everything. It didn't occur to her that the fact she was intoxicated most of the time didn't work. It also didn't occur in her briliant mind that some of those potions and spells were very complex.

If she would have been a stronger witch, everything would just be so much easier. Everything would always make her feel better if she was the best of the best, but since she knew that it wasn't possible, she had to understand it. There was always going to be someone better than she was at whatever she did. The fact of life was that best was also a matter of opinion anyways. Still, to be a little better at witch craft would do. She decided she didn't need to be the best of the best. Just enough to where she was decent and didn't have to fight so hard. Though she was incredibly better from when she first started. Savannah adored learning new things and new spells to practice over and over, but it took up quite a bit of time. Which didn't fit well with any social life in the least. She was trying to stay away from people and move back on her feet for a bit.

Now that Dean was standing in front of her, she was amazed a little bit that she managed to run into him. After that, she had wanted to apologize over and over for her extremely rude behavior in the past when all he was trying to do was help her out. Still, words wouldn't come to her right away. All she had to say was say a couple of simple words, but the shock that pulsed through her body prevented her from doing that. The tall handsome man also seemed rather started and unsure what to do. There was a small smile that lit her lips somewhat when he said hi. After all that time and all he said was hi? Savannah thought it was actually rather cute of him. That had to be the one person she missed and wanted to have back as a friend again. She sort of left without warning in the past.

Now that he was here, she was a little unsure of what to do. Especially when he seemed alarmed by the flame and stroke to attack her. She took a couple of steps back, her purple eyes widening with surprise and fear. However, once she seemed to recongize him and he recongize her again, he put his weapona way, leaving the pair to stand there looking at each other. Thats when he started to speak. Her tounge moved across to wet her lips in a bit of a nervous way. "Hi." She said in the equally awkward way, making an attempt of a small smile before taking her hand and putting it under her hoood so that she could rub the back of her neck. She put it down when the wind entered the warmth of her hood and chilled her spine a bit. It was still oh so bloody cold.

With a deep breath, she took a couple of steps toward him so that there could be a closer contact of what she wanted to say. She was a good distance from him, but not enough to where it seemed she was avoiding him. Her glance went up to his eyes and sighed. She really wished she was better at talking so she knew what to say to ask him why he had been out here in Manuka. As quite honestly, it was strange that the pair ran into each other again after all this time. "I hoped I would see you again. I... after I got everything figured out.... I wanted to talk to you." She began, feeling uneasy about talking so much, especially all together in one flowing sentence. Savannah hated the sound of her own vioice. She felt it was squeaky and high pitched. In reality, it wasn't as bad as her imagination, but she really just didn't enjoy her conversations. She waited, giving him a moment to respond and get ready for the bad apology she was going to make just for the fact that she was pretty bad at talking. Hopefully her body language was going to be able to convince him the words were true.

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[dean]

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[atrb=background,http://i1238.photobucket.com/albums/ff488/Karemonia_/Postscripts/dean_1back.png] This might come as a surprise, but Dean wasn't all that good at talking to women. Though, in all fairness, he wasn't too proficient in verbal acrobatics with anyone. He just didn't talk all that much. Especially in the past couple of months. He had been on the move for as long as he'd been able, and he had only recently found a place worth staying in Manuka. But now that he was face-to-face with Savannah after so much time, he wished he had spent a little more time doing the whole talking thing. As it was though, Dean was left--literally--out in the cold, his words as useful as a bathtub to a drowning man. He suppressed an instinct to step back when Savannah walked closer, even though she kept a good five feet away. Along with the lack of conversation from people came a lack of physical contact. Dean was weary of it, though if you asked him, he wouldn't be able to tell you why. However, his paranoia had a hand in it. Sure, the woman looked and sounded like Savannah, but there were a lot of things from the Supernatural that could put on a face and call themselves Savannah Miller. He didn't believe in coincidence, and it was a little too convenient for them to meet here, after so long. For better or worse, Dean was going to keep playing it safe. He'd be lying if he said he didn't hate it. Or even understood it. She made him feel a little better about his previous lameness by almost mirroring his awkwardness, her words fumbling around in the icy air. He stopped himself from smiling, but only because of the wind that swept through. It brought smells of Honeysuckle and sunlight curling around Dean's head, wiping any other doubts of Savannah's identity. When she finished her obviously painful greeting, he did smile. It was obvious that she had found her way, or at least, she had gotten herself out of the woods--and without anyone's help from what Dean could see. That conclusion alone brought a small grin, accompanied shortly by a quiet heat in his chest. Whether he would admit it or not, it was good to see Savannah again. He waved off what sounded like an apology, "You don't need to say anything. I'm just glad you found out where you were going." He paused for a second, and before he could talk himself out of it added, "I...It's good to see you....You look great." OCC: Bleh. Short.

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[savannah]

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Two socially awkward talking people really shouldn't have been talking together in the first place. Savannah wasn't an awkward talking person until that moment, but she didn't really particularly enjoy the sound of her voice going on and on. The endless rambling. She could listen to anyone but herself make that rambling noise. It was as if her tone was the same pitch as a dog whistle to a dog. The irratiable high pitched noise that the dogs couldn't stand and had to cring over. Plus, it was rather exhasting. She also felt that most of the time as nature usually put it, people really didn't tend to listen to other people. Overal, others had something else on their mind that was clouding everything they were hearing. Natural born listeners were among the highest of friends for a reason. It wasn't really bad if it wasn't listen, as after all, it was the normal thing to do while someone else was talking. Talking just for talking sake just sounded ridiculous.

Looking over his features, though she hoped she changed her apperance, saw that Dean didn't change much. In fact, he seemed like he was the exact same person, which she really appreciated. What she could remember of him- as most of the thing spent with him hadn't been sober- he had been that kind generous person that she knew to highly value in her life. With the horrible way she treated him though, she wasn't sure if that was going to contiune. He didn't seem to look as if he had any hard feelings. Awkward, sure, but at the same time, she couldn't really remember him any different. The same stance, the same unsure what to say that made her want to just hug him in the sense of thinking he was rather adorable. The same feeling came about her as she took a new light smile at him, the shock of seeing him again slowly fading to find the old friend once again.

It was one of those moments where she went 'now what?' She still wanted to say what needed to be said, for once, even though he waved her off. It didn't feel right. Like there was something heavy that was on her shoulders that would magically be lifted if she said I'm sorry, but considering she was having troubles with just that, her perspective wasn't looking too high at her on that moment. It was all a mental thing, and she knew that. It was something that had to do with the mind's closure. She could go more in debt with how the mind worked, but she wasn't really teaching science and biology, was she? Most things just had to make sense combine with nature and just knowing the people around her. Assumptions had to be made. It was what professionals had done in the past. It only made sense that she do what professionals did, yes?

She did rather enjoy spending time with the warlock. The only complaints she remembered were the attempts to lecture, but hopefully all of that was behind. He wasn't going to have to rant on her anymore. She was now- what she hoped- to be a stronger woman overal. His cuteness did amuse her. She tended to surround herself in people that could make her laugh, considering she felt as she had zero creativity to come up with some sort of quick witt joke that sent the entire room laughing in moments. Whenever she tried, she found that people tended to stare at her, clearly not seeing any humor in it. As she tried to explain whatever she said, she found that there had indeed been no humor in it. A feeling of himulation always followed. She prefered to listen and laugh than to try to come up with them on her own.

Taking a deep breath again, trying to regain herself, though her mind had also been half focused on the strong magic running through her fingers. Those fingers put down her hood so she didn't feel as hidden from him as before, letting her raven black hair still tuck within the jacket. The chill of the wind hit her face, but there was a warmth covering it to make it much more tollerable on seeing an old friend such as this one. "I hope you do...forgive me. I was certaintly not in any right mind." She explained further, feeling the drag of having to raise her voice so that it could be heard about the wind. She preffered soft, above the whisper if she did have the burden to speak. Her steps walked a bit closer so that she could be heard. Staying this far after so long was probably the most logical thing to do at that point.

She did half smile at his comment of 'looking great'. If it had been anyone else, she would have taken it as a flirty phrase and probably would go to back out of habit. Especially since Dean was defintally a good looking man. Since this was the Dean that she remembered, however, she knew what he meant and smiled shyly toward the ground, seeing the black carpet underneith her feet. Her purple eyes glanced back up and met his, "Thank you... I feel better as well. How have you been?" She asked, hoping that was an open end for him to talk on and on about something. Though knowing this guy, she was sure that he wasn't. Still, it was worth a try. It made sense to try to prepare for the unpredictable. The unpredictable happened way too often for her not to notice it in her real world. She did want to catch up a little bit with him. Knowing he more than likely wasn't going to make an offer anytime soon, she added, "Would you like to walk with me? If you're not busy." She said, adding the last bit for an open offer to reject if he needed to. It wasn't dinner, lunch, or even a snack offering. Just a friendly stroll.

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[atrb=background,http://i1238.photobucket.com/albums/ff488/Karemonia_/Postscripts/dean_1back.png] Savannah lowered her hood, letting her long raven colored curls roll out around her slim face. Dean had almost forgotten just how...gorgeous she was. It was no wonder she had done so well in her other life, beautiful women like her had a way of doing well on the shadier side of things, and that's without out a little magical help. He tried not to stare too much, but he didn't think he played it of very well. Seeing her face again had rattled him, though he couldn't put a finger on the why. Dean listened to her continue to bump her way around her words, finding guilty comfort in knowing that someone else wielded their words like a blunt instrument. It was positively adorable on the young woman and Dean couldn't help enjoy seeing the new uncomfortableness on Savannah. The last time he had spoken to her, she had been anything but uncomfortable. After Savannah had finished, Dean closed the rest of the distance between the two, damned be his insecurities and paranoia. He slowly put one strong hand on her shoulder, trying to ignore the pleasant warmth underneath. He tried for a smile, but it came out a tad lopsided. "Really. There's no need to apologize. The fact that you're alive and well is thanks enough" Dean's next words stopped in his throat when realized his words. He blinked for a few lame seconds before his outstretched hand apprehensively went back up to his neck. "...Oh hell." He said with a shy smile, "...That sounded like a douchey line, didn't it?" It did. He knew it. He let out a small, defeated sigh before looking up at Savannah's eyes, being careful not to meet gazes. "Apology excepted." At the mention of a walk, Dean gestured for the lady to go first in an answer, another pleasant smile creeping its way onto his face. when they were in step beside each other, Dean set about answering her other question. "I've been alright. Mostly keeping on the move, funding jobs as they come. Mostly trying to keep out of trouble. Mostly being successful." He gave Savannah a fish-eyed look, keeping his face forward, though a wry smile betrayed his neutrality. After a couple more steps he turned his head to the unfairly named witch, "How about you? How did you come to be in Manuka?" After thinking about it for a moment,"...And in the middle of an alley blowing up a barrel?" He took on a serious tone, "Was it evil? A demonic possessed barrel from hell!? Quickly, we must go and defeat it before it hurts anyone else wit its...rust." OCC: ^.^

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A strong hand placed on her shoulder and she just felt her entire body at once relax into it with one swift motion. This guy didn’t even need to do any spell to soothe her down. It seemed between his gentle nature but his strong uphold, he was able to do it on his own. The dark locks on his head ruffling just slightly in the fierce wind that they were experiencing, though it was better closer to her and completely out of the way of that chill. Summer was ending and fall was coming rather quickly. She wasn’t sure if she was ready for the drastic change in the weather. It could get so incredibly cold on the eastern coast of the United States. Seasons were the most recognizable in this part of the US if you asked her. Though her strong point wasn’t exactly geography so she wasn’t sure if one could take her point in the matter.

Her purple eyes darted over quickly to his hand before looking back at his features. The odd comfort of an old friend really could help someone get by. It was times like these she was reminded on just how much it helped. She couldn’t say that she was entirely surprised, as it was a well known fact, but the same feelings of surprise oddly came whenever this happened. Logically, she knew that she had to be expecting it, so the surprise was well- for lack of better terms- surprising. What she didn’t seem to realize was it was all just tale until someone experienced the truth. Seeing something for oneself was so much different than having someone else say the experience to another person. It wasn’t even close to the same. If it could even be qualified in the same category.

His words were stern but gentle all in the same flow direction of his voice. Her eyes glistened as she grinned a sideways grin at him, saying that he was just glad that she was good and alive. Yes, alive was defiantly one of the issues that she had to go through. Too many of her party buddies had experienced some sort of death or going to be death from the STD they collected on the way. Something had been watching over this girl on her adventures to no where. She was certain of it. There was no other way she only left that place with mental scars. Thousands of others that had been in her same basket were now facing high treason with simple mistakes they had made in life. If she knew that guardian angels only watched over humans, she could have swore something was following her ever mark to make sure she wasn’t injured in any way. Though how they would have provided protection against those situations was beyond her. It had to just be luck.

With another sideways grin, she figured that Dean could very well be an angel. He was a warlock- which she often forgot. He was good looking enough to be something that had been re-created by the heavens of this earth. Why did supernatural tend to have the best looks? Savannah thought almost highly of herself and now she was having Dean walk by her side to represent the witches and the warlocks of the world. As he was saying there was nothing to be apologizing for, he seemed to realize and did that adorable stumbling thing that she enjoyed. It was a strange thing to enjoy, but she found the fondness growing in her similar to one felt for a child who was just trying to learn something. The kids got a free ride in the world just because they were kid and didn’t know any better. That was the feeling that came when she watched Dean’s movement with scratching his nails against the back of his neck.

Savannah was un-aware how that may have sounded and managed to give a light laugh of reassurance. ”I didn’t think it sounded that way at all.” She cooed very easily, letting her voice slumber smoothly through the harsh of the wind, ”You’re just imagining things.” She said, lowering her head a little bit but keeping her eyes on him, giving a sort of amused narrow eyed look before she went on and looked down the street to see if the pair had any witnesses. If they did, they might have seen the fire and came running to see what it was only to find a couple standing there talking casually. She could see why someone would stop to find out more about the flame that they saw and were overhearing. Most of the time, Savannah didn’t care , but at that moment, the thought of being watched in that particular neighborhood gave her the most un-delighted chills.

Apology was accepted. As was the offer to take a walk with her to catch up on things. Maybe now there was going to be less arguing with the two now that Savannah knew what she was talking about. She was curious to see what was different in his life. He gestured her to start walking first, as a true gentleman would- oh that Dean. Respecting that he always thought of the woman first that way, she took a couple of steps forward and saw that he followed step in step with him. She thought that the wind was going to be absolutely awful, but it had stilled for a moment, only sending little gusts every once in a while. Savannah was still cozy under the warmth of her sweatshirt, even if it wasn’t over her head anymore. She listened carefully to what he said and shook her head slightly at it. He was always the business man. Nothing that was going to be out of the ordinary for this guy. Keep his head straight as he spoke, sounding like a professional business man. It was quite impressive. She was sure that he didn’t even mean to do it either.

”Will you be staying here for a while longer? It’d be nice to know someone in this town.” The only people that Savannah usually saw where the people at the university. That only took her down the road for so long. With the population in Manuka, almost everyone that she had walked past wasn’t someone she knew. It was understandable, but sometimes it felt rather lonely. To meet up with Dean again was an absolute miracle on it’s own. Again, her luck seemed to turn easily her way. ”Mostly staying out of trouble? Am I the first?” She yearned on. The only time she seemed to talk as much as she did was when she was trying to get the other person to talk. It was hard to get someone to continue on with things when the other person stared and nodded at them when so much more could be said. Impromptu was one of her best topics.

She made a light laugh at his teasing about putting the wrath of her spells upon an innocent looking trashcan, though he seemed serious. It didn’t even dawn on her to think that he wasn’t joking, but either way she was going to be explaining herself to him. ”I needed a place where fires weren’t uncommon.” She nodded, both being professional and amused by all of this, ”Have you discovered how to make fire? Others like to leave it to firetamers. I think otherwise.” She said, putting it blankly. Not that she didn’t like firetamers. She had never met one of course, but she was sure that there would be no strange bias against them. What really seemed to get on her nerves was that witches couldn’t figure out the same thing they could do. It wasn’t any different once others set mind to it. Still, difference was a hard concept for others to grasp at. It was rather frustrating.

WAIT A MINUTE GIRL

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[atrb=background,http://i1238.photobucket.com/albums/ff488/Karemonia_/Postscripts/dean_1back.png] It was odd, how Dean was able to slip so easily into a conversation with Savannah, almost as if no time had passed since their last meeting. As if they had known each other all of their lives. Dean wasn't quite sure how he felt about that, but it certainly felt good, and that in itself was enough to explore. It did help though that Savannah was gorgeous and smiling at him, but that was purely circumstantial. Dean gave Savannah a knowing smirk at her "fiery" question. He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out his lighter again, holding it out in the palm of his hand. "Fire is great for quick evocation and a favorite of mine, though I have to admit, it takes a lot out of you. It's smart of you to practice." He gave Savannah a raised eyebrow, "though a barrel in an alley is not what I call subtle. Now that you know I'm here, I'd be happy to give you some pointers, maybe even a sparring partner?" Dean shot his walking mate another smile at her question, he couldn't help it. She was worth smiling at. At this rate he'd get used to it. "I plan on staying for a while", he said, that stupid smile of his staying put. "It seems that this city has no shortage of nasties and plus-", he gave Savannah a shy grin and a significant look, "-Now I've got a reason to stay." He didn't say anything for a few heartbeats until his words dawned on him. He flushed deeply, his words cascading of again. "I...I mean. You know-good fiends and all...it's not-I'm not-we're..." He sighed again. "Never mind." OCC: SORRRRRY FOR THE WAIT......-_-

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Qualities of how adorable Dean was had slipped her mind until this point. His cute little quirks that made her want to giggle. She knew he was a good friend of hers. He was talented enough in spells he could probably teach her a couple of things as well. Savannah needed it greatly. She wanted to build on her supportive family so that she could grow the highest to her ability. That's what she always seemed to want to do to life. Spring as high as she could. When someone told her she couldn't do something, the most that did was make her want to do it. In many ways, this was childish behavior, and she knew it, but her override in her body made that fire spark. The fire she knew as a flaw to do anything and the limit was even behind the stars. It's what got her into the trouble to begin with. All her life had been restricted and trapped. Once someone was let out of that sort of life, they went crazy. When it came to Savannah though, she went a little beyond crazy at that point.

Maybe the burn barrel wasn't the best idea, according to Dean. He was starting to speak easier and it made her feel easier that way. She knew it probably had something to do with the atmosphere they were in. Tense atmospheres, everyone felt it. It didn’t’ help at all that she was feeling the magical force through all these emotions. The magic force made her feel like she was talking about Star Wars or something, but it wasn’t far from the truth. It made her curious as to if George Lucas was a warlock and no one knew it. The theory made sense, but she had too many things to do than search if that was a possibility or not. Try to find pictures where he had a glimpse of purple eyes. Savannah knew what was worth her time or not now. It was one of the necessities when you were in college. After so long of having perfect grades, anything below a 95% stressed her out more than she cared to admit. It was the least she could do for herself though.

Dean pulled out a lighter from the inner pocket and for a moment she feared that he was going to tell her why she didn’t need to learn fire. Savannah knew that it wasn’t exactly a requirement, but it sure wasn’t useless to learn about it. The fire tamers weren’t the only ones that could go ahead and do it. Having no control or power really aggravated the witch. However, he did take a different direction that she was overall thankful for. He was saying and siding with her that it was handy. Just not in the burn barrel. ”With this neighborhood, I didn’t think it would be entirely uncommon.” She told him with a gentle smile, her white teeth absolutely contrasting with just about everything else about her. Dark skin, dark eyes, dark hood. The only thing that seemed to pop out at anyone was the purple eyes, which was the same shade as the man in front of her.
Pointers! That’s what she needed. The more she did it, the more she would be better at it, the less energy it was going to take in the future. Hard concentration would take less as well, hopefully. The amount of how much it took out of her was the hard part of any spell or potion that she made. Savannah didn’t have time not to have energy for everything! She felt as if she were constantly running around doing something. That’s why when she wasn’t really doing anything, she felt like she had to be. Even to call a friend would secure that want or feeling of needing to do something. It was harder considering she was still new to the town and only was aware of her classmates. Now Dean was here. Hopefully he would be available, as it was a joy talking to the man.

From what Dean was saying, he was also staying for a while, which made her smile. Joyous. The city of Manuka had its small quirks but overall it was a neat town. Savannah hadn’t even seen all of it. The upper state, though she could barely afford the outrageous prices, was beautiful. She wondered if Dean had been anywhere besides this part of town. Though the man probably wouldn’t take as much interest in it as she did. Savannah actually started giggling out loud by his cuteness to stumble over words just suddenly. God, he was adorable. It was ridiculously cute. ”Don’t worry, I knew what you meant.” She said, her tone light, ”It’ll be nice actually knowing someone.” She placed her hands deep within the pockets of her hoody in attempt to block them from the wind. Fall was surely here. Perhaps the pair of them should head indoors somewhere. Catch up. The only problem with that was that at this time of night, no place was really going to be decent. But Savannah didn’t need decent. She just needed warm and no one to piss her off as she had lived too long through the stupidity of any club.

WAIT A MINUTE GIRL

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