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Post by Mercy Thompson on Nov 9, 2010 4:05:12 GMT -4
Mercy ran a hand threw her drenched hair, moving if off her face as she listened to the angel. Carter may have been warned about what could happen if he faced this Lilith, but Carter had a tendency not to listen. Especially when it regarded his own safety. This was hardly Michael's fault, really, Carter was a big boy, he had to make his own decisions.
This didn't stop Mercy from getting increasingly restless as time went on. The longer they stood around debating whether or not Carter should live, the more likely he was to just die. And that was not an option Mercy was particularly comfortable with.
"It was likely the knife she used to kill my brother to acquire the graces. His powers of healing are not dissimilar to ours, so it would have the power to kill him as well."
"Huh." Angel grace stealing knife. She supposed that made sense. Carter was technically half angel... probably didn't have a grace to steal though. Just his actual life.
Mercy watched Michael for a long moment, noticing the angel's hand was still pressed to Carter's chest wound, and frowned.
"Are... are you going to save him or not?" she asked, cautiously, the hand on his wound was beginning to make her uncomfortable.
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Post by Dani Cross on Nov 10, 2010 9:51:24 GMT -4
Michael gave a wry grin as the wound finally closed beneath her hand. It would likely take another day for Carter to recover his energy due to the nature of the blade that injured him, but he was no longer on death's door. Barring him doing something incredibly stupid in the next three week, the Nephilim would survive to see the end of their bargain.
"Do you think I'm simply posing dramatically?" She said, pulling her hand away. "He will live."
Michael moved away from Carter, he would be irritated enough when he woke up, there was no need to add to it by hovering. It would probably be best if she were gone. If he thought the angel was breaking her end of the bargain by attacking early he would attack and spend energy he did not currently posses. "If you would hand over the graces, I could be on my way."
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Post by Mercy Thompson on Nov 15, 2010 4:06:50 GMT -4
"Do you think I'm simply posing dramatically?"
Mercy forced herself not to answer the obviouslly rhetorical question. Her immediate thought had been 'well, yes, actually,' just based on the other angels she had met. Then again, perhaps Michael didn't really need to pretend to be the most powerful being in creation. He... she?... was after all the leader of the host of heaven. A lot of power all on it's own.
"He will live."
Breathing a sigh of relief, Mercy moved towards Carter when Michael moved away. She checked him over and found that the wound was now completely gone, he was breathing slowly, and his pulse was steady.
"If you would hand over the graces, I could be on my way."
Oh. Right.
Reaching into Carter's pocket, she pulled out the small box with the remaining graces and handed them to Michael. "Thank you," she said sincerely after a moments thought, glancing back to the nephilim.
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Post by Dani Cross on Nov 24, 2010 9:48:15 GMT -4
"You're welcome," Michael said as she accepted the graces from Mercy. A small weight was lifted off her shoulders now that they were in her possession. Castiel could be healed, and the Winchester brothers would have their protector back. It would be good to see the younger angel back to normal, he had done so much already. Leaving him without his grace would have been a great injustice.
"You should both get out of here quickly," The archangel suggested. "All of this destruction will draw attention to the area." With Carter still out, Mercy would have a hard time fighting off the number of demons that would soon be pouring into the area in search of their Mistress. Not to mention the suspicion their presence would garner from any human law enforcement who might come to investigate. "And if you would please tell Carter to refrain from future acts of large scale destruction, I would be most grateful."
Having done her job, and knowing that being seen in the presence of an archangel would only bring more trouble to Mercy and Carter, Michael vanished from the scene.
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Post by Mercy Thompson on Nov 24, 2010 20:31:11 GMT -4
"You should both get out of here quickly, All of this destruction will draw attention to the area."
Mercy glanced back at what used to be the town and nodded. She was surprised the place wasn't already flooded with people wanting to know what in the hell had exploded. Plus demons and the like would undoubtedly be drawn to the chaos to see what the could gain from it.
"And if you would please tell Carter to refrain from future acts of large scale destruction, I would be most grateful."
"I'll make a note," Mercy said. She turned back to the angel only to find that Michael had already left. Fantastic.
Sighing, Mercy moved around to the drivers side door of her car and glanced at Carter, still unconscious in the passenger seat. She would have to drive him back to New Orleans.
"Wonderful," she muttered to herself, putting the car in drive and driving as fast she could away from Travis-Town.
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Post by Carter on Dec 31, 2010 19:36:38 GMT -4
Carter didn't go out of his way to die...or well he didn't do it....never mind. Carter really wasn't one who would have taken the scissors to wrist sort of out as far as suicide went but he wasn't above being able to go out in a blaze of glory and carnage and general fucking chaos. He had gotten his wish though it would have been far better had it not hurt like a fucking bitch and if Mercy hadn't shown up to see him die. She hadn't been part of the plan; he had specifically gotten her out of the plan so that she would stop complicating things...this of course would have been news to her.
Life or well death wasn't really going to plan and in truth Carter shouldn't have been surprised since nothing where he was involved really ever went according to plan.
There was a pressure on his chest that damn well felt as if a giant stone had been placed on him simply to see how long before he was flattened. It also felt as if the world around him was moving and was a bit drier then he recalled. Not a fucking bit of it made sense and just the same Carter forced his eyes open if only to see what the fuck was going on.
A low groan sounded from somewhere and Carter was pretty certain it had come from him. He blinked up at the gray ceiling for several seconds attempting to place it as well as what the fuck was going on. Pushing himself up slightly Carter was more then surprised to see Mercy behind the wheel of the car he had apparently found himself in.
Blinking owlishly Carter forced himself into a sitting position keeping his arm protectively placed across his chest. Shifting his eyes away from Mercy Carter damn near choked on air when he stared down at his blood soaked chest. The blood was well placed as was the pain from no doubt several pissed off ribs...bruises and small scrapes were in place...there was though the matter of a very large and very deadly chest wound he was meant to have.
"What the fuck did you do?!" Carter snapped his eyes turning back to Mercy.
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Post by Mercy Thompson on Jan 14, 2011 22:10:06 GMT -4
Mercy wasn't entirely sure how to process what in the hell had just happend, but thankfully, Carter was unconscious, which meant peace and quite while she drove so she could think... for however long it would last. Carter had proven to be remarkably resilient, and angel healing probably added to that.
The point was, she still couldn't get her head around it all. Carter had agreed to retrive graces for the angels. More to the point, he retrieved graces from a seemingly incredibly powerful demon named Lilith, in return for her being free of the angels forever, and himself getting three weeks to sort his shit out before they came knocking. She could even understand that part, Carter did just fine at hiding himself from angels, and this would mean she would be out of his hair forever.
The part she didn't get, was the fact that she had managed to conveniently drive past him as he was dying, and convince an archangel to save his life.
Despite the lack of faith she had in the angels, and their ever absent father, Mercy had a hard time believing it was all a coincidence. There had to be a reason she drove past at that time, even if it was just the fact that shs was needed to save him.
Why did they care?
A low groan dragged her mind back to the present and she glanced at Carter, who appeared to be waking up.
There went her peace and quiet.
"What the fuck did you do?!"
"What?" she asked innocently. She hadn't really done anything after all. Sort of.
"I just completed your deal with Michael and she fixed you. End of story."
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Post by Carter on Jan 21, 2011 12:03:37 GMT -4
"What?" Carter’s eyes narrowed in response to Mercy’s seemingly innocent reply. She damn well knew what the fuck he was talking about!
"I just completed your deal with Michael and she fixed you. End of story."
Carter sat in silence for several moments as he stared back at Mercy his eyes blank and his heart beat drumming in his ears as he attempted to process what the fuck she had said. He knew it couldn’t have been what he heard because what he heard went in the completely opposite direction of what he had fucking asked her to do.
He knew he might not have been the most clear in his direction since the whole bleeding out thing had been slightly distracting but he was rather certain he had made himself crystal fucking clear! Carter’s hand grasped for the small box which held the graces that had been in his pocket and wasn’t entirely certain to find it empty.
Apparently he had heard her perfectly.
Carter attempted to swallow down the anger he could feel crashing towards the service of whatever resolve he had left and he was positive the only reason why he was able to manage it was that his powers were pretty much null and void currently. Mercy apparently had an angel on her side after fucking all.
“End of story…”
Carter’s voice was low and resembled more of a growl than anything else.
“When exactly did I ask for any fucking help from Michael or for you to finish the damn deal?!” Carter snapped forcing himself up further in the seat attempting to ignore the screams of protest which sounded through his battered body.
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Post by Mercy Thompson on Jan 21, 2011 12:31:25 GMT -4
Mercy could feel the awkward and slowly infuriated silence that filled the car after she had spoken. She had no idea what sort of reaction she had expected from Carter, to be honest. Gratitude for saving his ass? Fury for indebting him to the angels? Neutrality, just to be a prick?
Apparently he was going with anger, which was pretty standard for Carter so Mercy wasn't overly surprised. Her relief and joy at him being okay was quickly wearing off though.
“End of story…”
And here it came.
“When exactly did I ask for any fucking help from Michael or for you to finish the damn deal?!”
Mercy glanced sideways at him before looking back to the road, silent. What was she supposed to say? That he had practically died in her arms and she'd been so overcome with grief that she did the first stupid thing that popped into her head?
No, of course she couldn't say that. That was stupid. The truth, maybe, but he didn't need to know that.
It would be best for all parties, if Carter remained furious with her. He would go home, she would go find a new home, and they would never see each other again.
Perfect.
And so, Mercy merely shrugged.
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Post by Carter on Jan 21, 2011 12:55:45 GMT -4
Carter stared back at Mercy for a moment lost for words as she had simply just shrugged in response.
She had just fucking shrugged at him!
He damn well couldn’t yell if there was no yelling to accompany that of his own. Just a simple fucking shrug as if it was the most natural response in the world for Mercy.
Carter visibly shook as he felt his breath hammering in his chest…breath he wasn’t meant to have currently had all things gone the way they had no doubt been planned to go from the start. Carter was well aware that he had been sent on what could very well have been classified as a suicide mission. He hadn’t intended to fail but he wasn’t a fool to think that the angels had expected him to survive. Hell it would have done them a great deal of good if they had gotten their graces and he had died along with it.
Two birds one stone.
But then of course enter Mercy Fucking Thompson who seemed to throw a damned knife into every fucking plan Carter had attempted to set into motion since the hound of God had come into his life.
“Is there a specific fucking reason you can never let me just die?” Carter snapped his eyes struggling to hold onto the anger which was the only thing keeping him up right at the moment. He couldn’t ignore the pain which was slamming through his body and the fact that it still felt as if every nerve ending he had was on fire. But for the moment he could be fucking pissed and ignore it.
Or well he could fucking try taking “shrugs” into account.
“Pull over…” Carter whispered between gritted teeth his eyes dark as he glared back at Mercy.
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Post by Mercy Thompson on Jan 21, 2011 22:21:56 GMT -4
“Is there a specific fucking reason you can never let me just die?”
Well, that was a very good question. Mercy was aware that she had a habit of saving Carter's life... which also pointed out Carter's habit of nearly getting himself killed. But that was a conversation for another day.
Mercy didn't really have an answer she felt she could give to Carter. At first, she had made sure he didn't die because she needed him. Without him, she would have had to go back to being the angels bitch and Mercy wasn't entirely sure her sanity could handle that.
But this time, she hadn't needed him. Carter had already secured her freedom for the rest of her life. He had even been asking her to finish him off before the angels arrived and did it for her. And still she hadn't been able to let him die.
Because Carter was her only friend.
Which in itself was a pretty depressing thought.
Mercy shrugged again, it seemed to do a good job of keeping him quiet last time. "I just prefer you living, is all."
“Pull over…”
For a moment, Mercy considered ignoring him and just continuing to drive, Carter seemed rather powerless at the moment so there was a chance he wouldn't blow up her car. But in the end she decided there was a limit to how much she could push him so she begrudgingly pulled over.
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Post by Carter on Mar 22, 2011 18:05:31 GMT -4
Carter eyes narrowed as Mercy shrugged at him again...he was going to break her damn collar bone the next time she did that.
"I just prefer you living, is all."
Lucky him.
Carter was seconds from bitching at Mercy to pull the damn car over as she begrudgingly pulled over. Carter barely allowed for the car to come to complete stop before forcing open the door and pushing himself out. Using what little strength he had left he slammed the car door shut as he staggered slightly into the rain. He didn't really have much of a plan outside of get out of the car so you don't kill Mercy...but he was out of the car and she was alive so that was a start.
His entire body hurt and in a matter of 5 seconds the rain had soaked him clean to the bone; his plan apparently sucked. Carter had no car, no weapons and not a fucking clue as to where exactly they were. What he did know was that his body was still trembling from the inside out from what ever adverse effect the demon bitch's sword had on a Nephilim...and that he had apparently blew up an entire fucking city of people.
Who said new shit didn't happen every day?
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Post by Mercy Thompson on Mar 22, 2011 22:50:02 GMT -4
Mercy watched Carter get out of the car and waited to see if there was a something particular he needed to do. When it turned out he was going to just stand in the rain, Mercy sighed, turned off the car and stepped out, being immediately drenched by the rain, and rested her arm on the roof of her car.
"Carter," she said tiredly, wishing - not for the first time - that they'd never met that time in the graveyard. "Get back in the car."
She wondered, for a moment, how Carter had every managed to survive this long. He was particularly good at getting himself into fatal trouble. Mercy pushed her hair off her face and glared at him over the car.
"Please," she said. "Please get back in the car so I can take you home and we can go back to never seeing each other again."
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Post by Carter on Mar 23, 2011 0:18:44 GMT -4
"Carter, get back in the car."
Mercy had followed him...shocker.
"Please, please get back in the car so I can take you home and we can go back to never seeing each other again."
Carter spun around his eyes glaring back at Mercy. They were already supposed to not fucking be seeing each other. She was supposed to be off back at home with her cookie cutter family and yet here she was...again doing fuck only knew what.
"We keep trying that Lassie and yet here the fuck you are!" Carter yelled across the hood of the car at her. He hadn't met a lot of people and had them live for any great period of time after but he was certain he had never met someone so fucking intolerable as Mercy Thompson. She drove him crazy and out of his fucking mind in so many different ways and he was at his wit fucking end with it all.
"Why aren't you fucking back in Pleasantville by now?!"
The rain continued to pour down and thunder joined in; but honestly Carter wasn't worried about being struck by lightning...if he could be taken out so easily they would have done so a long fucking time ago no doubt.
"And why do you fucking care Mercy?" Carter staggered to the side of the car where mercy was his blue eyes drilling through her.
"What does it fucking matter to you?"
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Post by Mercy Thompson on Mar 23, 2011 0:40:58 GMT -4
"We keep trying that Lassie and yet here the fuck you are!"
Mercy stared back at him. Unphased. It wasn't as if she'd come out here looking for him. She just happened to be driving in this direction when she saw Travis Town go up in smoke. It was just a coincidence.
Or it would be if she believed in them.
"Why aren't you fucking back in Pleasantville by now?!"
She let out a harsh laugh. "I'm sorry, you want me to go back home to my family who you told I was dead? That fucking rich. And don't act like I came out here looking for you, Carter, I was just passing through. It's not my fault you blew up a town and took a nap on the side of the road."
This was getting ridiculous. If they didn't get back into the car and on their way soon, they were both going to die of pneumonia. And that just seemed counterproductive.
"And why do you fucking care Mercy?"
Mercy turned to face him, but forced herself not to take a step back as he came around to her side of the car.
"What does it fucking matter to you?"
"I don't know!" she screamed at him. "I don't fucking know! I hate you Carter. With a passion. Do you know that? First, you try to kill me. Then, you somehow convince me to give you 30 grand to keep the angels off my back. Followed by you treating me like a piece of shit for weeks on end for no apparent reason. It was like nothing I did was good enough. Not even saving your pathetic life. I hate you."
She took a breath.
"And yet you died there. Or almost did. At any rate, I thought you had. In my arms. And it hurt how much it upset me. I mourned for you Carter. What the fuck kind of person mourns for someone they can't stand? So, I don't know why the fuck I care whether you live or die. I just do."
Supressing a growl Mercy finished with, "Now get in the fucking car!"
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