((Hey guys, I’m sorry I’ve been inactive on here again. Honestly, I’ve just had no muse for Alex. But I’m working on it and speaking with people and hopefully my muse will return shortly.))

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So they weren’t kidding when they said he had a mouth on him. The guy was snarky as hell…not that Alex didn’t enjoy a challenge.

Of course, there was the unfortunate dilemma of wanting to show her full glory to get that look of awe again and yet needing to keep a low profile. Moving herself through the fabric of space and summoning food was simple enough, but too much magic could draw some less than lovely attention that she was desperately trying to avoid.

“All right. Let’s step things up a notch.” She grinned, cocking her head to the side as she looked him over, the plate instantly vanished from her hands before she crossed her arms over her chest. “You asked for it. Teleportation, level two. Just keep close and remember the buddy system.” With a wink, she grabbed his arm and stepped sideways, pulling him with her.

Her foot in the air, start of the step, they were at the casual meeting area. Foot hit the ground and was silent on the soft, powdery white moon dust beneath them. Earth was before them, over two-hundred thousand miles away and yet massive, like a swirling marble of blue, white, green, and brown. She reached down, pinching a bit of the pale dust between her fingers and letting it fall ever-so-slowly in the reduced gravity.

“Silicon dioxide glass. Looks like snow, smells like spent gunpowder. Real tourist-friendly.” Alex looked over at the mercenary with a smile. “Don’t worry, obviously we can breathe and not freeze to death. Just keep close, I factored in enough air and heat for us both but the bubble is only so big. Not big on changing entire atmospheres…or giving a place an atmosphere, I guess. Gets messy.”

She gestured around them for a moment, at the craters and the Earth before them before looking back to him. “So, Mr. Deadpool, welcome to the Moon.” There was a small laugh as she looped her arm through his, an obvious wink to her earlier “buddy system” comment. If he wasn’t impressed with this, she figured it was a lost cause.

Sure, it was childish, but sometimes it was nice to be a bit ridiculous, and spontaneous moon trips certainly qualified.

Deadpool was no stranger to the familiar lurch in his stomach upon teleportation, in fact, he almost relished it. It wasn’t until Alex had gripped his arm that he felt himself disappear from the ground. Once he landed, the first thing the mercenary noticed was the inky black of the sky. “Who turned out the lights?” He cooed.

The man then looked down, were they on the moon? Once his eyes caught a look at Earth rotating above them he figured that, yes, they were actually on the moon.

Wade smirked possibly the widest smirk he could manage, be bellowed into laughter (apparently the oxygen bubble allowed ‘In Space No One Can Hear You Scream’ to become irrelevant). The mercenary kicked at the moon’s surface and watched the dust particles float.

Was he impressed?

“This is the best you can do?” The Merc With A Mouth asked abruptly.

Perhaps not.

“I’ve been to other worlds, other planets before; I’ve been to the moon before, Alex.” Deadpool chuckled and then suppressed another burst of laughter. He didn’t feel any pity for her, rather he was hoping that he could really push her to do something which would impress. 

Strong arms folded across his chest and he faced the bright-eyed young woman with a cocky grin. “Looks like you’re out of tricks.” He taunted.

“Oh, you are such a brat.” Alex cocked her eyebrow at him before looking back out at space. “Guess I could always remove you from the bubble, see how that works for you. How impressive do you find oxygen?” She was kidding. Mostly.

The ground beneath them twisted and swirled, like it had been turned to clay and was writhing into a new shape, and she sat down as the ground rose to meet her and formed a wrought-iron chair with a suede seat cushion. “I could always shove you in a black hole somewhere, too. Or straight into the Underworld. Maybe stick you into a pocket in space-time until I feel like pulling you out again.” A mug of tea promptly appeared in her hand and she sipped, calmly, keeping her temper under control. “You really ought to treat a lady with a smidge more respect. This is a nice little trick and you know it.”

OOC

Sorry I haven’t been as active as I would like. I’m going to make sure all replies are done today.

Also, if you have my old AIM, it’s going to probably be deleted in a week or so, so feel free to add the new one: WickedFunWitch.

Thanks, guys. :)

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She saw him fold his arms over his chest, and she swore she could see the makings of a grin beneath his mask. He was interested. That was a nice sign. “Well, you know how it is. Everyone likes to be a special spiffy snowflake these days.”

When he asked about the broom, she laughed. “I guess I could, if I wanted to, but brooms never looked like very comfortable. I tend to have more interesting tricks up my sleeves.” Alex took a step forward casually, and promptly winked out of existence. With another step, she instantly reappeared, only this time behind the masked mutant. “Magic is in the fabric of the universe. Know how to use it and you can bend it however you like, more or less. So, I guess I do a bit of this, bit of that.”

As if to punctuate her statement, she extended her hand to him with a flourish. Just as she had appeared and disappeared, a plate of neatly-rolled taquitos instantly came into view. The dark-haired witch gave a small teasing bow, eyes bright. “Some people are spiffy snowflakes, some people are blizzards. Potayto, potahto.” She gestured the plate towards him. “Taquitos?”

Deadpool turned on his heel to face Alex and rolled his eyes at the little display of teleportation magic. The mercenary huffed in an exaggerated fashion as if he had seen it all before. The next trick he decided to show indicated that, perhaps, he had. Ignoring the Taquitos (admittedly even he couldn’t conjure Mexican delicacies from nowhere) the muscled man raised his index finger and pressed his belt buckle.

TEK!

That small, electrical sound and the illuminated red smoke from the flash of the device were all that remained of the Merc With A Mouth; as with Alex’s game, Deadpool appeared behind her and poked her on the shoulder. 

“Two can play at that game, although I can’t drag food out of the atoms in the sky.” That grin was more of a teasing smirk now. “Your ‘interesting tricks’ are things I see everyday. Do you actually have anything interesting to show me? Also I already ate.” The arms were folded over chest once again and that smirk just grew.

So they weren’t kidding when they said he had a mouth on him. The guy was snarky as hell…not that Alex didn’t enjoy a challenge.

Of course, there was the unfortunate dilemma of wanting to show her full glory to get that look of awe again and yet needing to keep a low profile. Moving herself through the fabric of space and summoning food was simple enough, but too much magic could draw some less than lovely attention that she was desperately trying to avoid.

“All right. Let’s step things up a notch.” She grinned, cocking her head to the side as she looked him over, the plate instantly vanished from her hands before she crossed her arms over her chest. “You asked for it. Teleportation, level two. Just keep close and remember the buddy system.” With a wink, she grabbed his arm and stepped sideways, pulling him with her.

Her foot in the air, start of the step, they were at the casual meeting area. Foot hit the ground and was silent on the soft, powdery white moon dust beneath them. Earth was before them, over two-hundred thousand miles away and yet massive, like a swirling marble of blue, white, green, and brown. She reached down, pinching a bit of the pale dust between her fingers and letting it fall ever-so-slowly in the reduced gravity.

“Silicon dioxide glass. Looks like snow, smells like spent gunpowder. Real tourist-friendly.” Alex looked over at the mercenary with a smile. “Don’t worry, obviously we can breathe and not freeze to death. Just keep close, I factored in enough air and heat for us both but the bubble is only so big. Not big on changing entire atmospheres…or giving a place an atmosphere, I guess. Gets messy.”

She gestured around them for a moment, at the craters and the Earth before them before looking back to him. “So, Mr. Deadpool, welcome to the Moon.” There was a small laugh as she looped her arm through his, an obvious wink to her earlier “buddy system” comment. If he wasn’t impressed with this, she figured it was a lost cause.

Sure, it was childish, but sometimes it was nice to be a bit ridiculous, and spontaneous moon trips certainly qualified.

Coming Home, More or Less ((Reintroduction // Open))

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Alex saw the slight falter in his smile, heard the hesitation in his voice, and she could feel the carefully composed walls inside herself cracking. She had told herself to expect this, but still…it was harder in person, to feel her resolve crumbling, than she had simply imagined.

And now he was saying he had been worried.

Worried? Worried implied care, personal concern. He had actually been worried enough about her to admit it.

Crack.

“I…I’ll be alright.” She gave a smile to him, though a flicker of sadness made its way to her eyes as she adjusted her arms. “I guess not just hunters in plaid get to doubt themselves these days. I’m just-” A careful pause, cautious weighing of her words before releasing them. “I’m just figuring things out, I suppose. Guess I was due for some sort of mid-era crisis.” Her expression softened slightly and her hands went to her pockets now,and her voice softened as well.

“Not everyone can be quite as put together as you angels.”

Gabriel breathed a small sigh of relief as she softened up at last; there was the Alex he knew, smiling back at him. Obviously there was still a distance between them, but it was a start. He gave a nod as she explained her absence, vague as the explanation was. “Well, count me as glad you’re back in business,” he replied. 

Her final comment drew a snort from him. “Right, we’re poster-kids for well-adjusted. Trust me, you’re better off than us already.”

She laughed as well, shaking her head. “True, true. Guess we’re all a special brand of messy. But people who aren’t messy can’t handle this whole little world anyway, right?” Alex gave a small shrug, then glanced back towards her house before back at him. “I guess I should finish unpacking.”

There was a silence for a bit as she weighed her options, and finally she let out a small breath. “You can come in, if you like. I’m going to put on some tea. Haven’t had a decent cup in a while.”

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“Well it sounds like you’ve had a pretty interestin’ life, and as for the whole ‘cards on the table’ thing; I’m the only Deadpool you’ll ever need to know. Those other schmucks? They’re cheap imitations.” Both brows raised and his lips curled into a devious smile.

“And if they seemed ‘fine enough’ they were probably just actin’; you stay around me long enough and you’ll be sent running, almost everybody else is.”

A faux grimace at his last line as she wrinkled her nose slightly, a grin tugging at her lips. “Aw, don’t tell me you’re one of those brooding bad boy types with the ‘nobody wants me’ lines and the gloomy disposition. And you were doing so well with the confident ‘I’m the only Deadpool’ bit, too.”

Might as well tease the guy a bit. Not like she had anywhere else to be. Besides, she had meant it: Deadpools tended to seem fine enough, and this one hadn’t set off her radar yet to confirm otherwise.

“Besides, I’m not like most people. Having an…’interesting life,’” she paused at the quote with a more obvious smirk, “does that to a woman. Can’t afford to be normal. Too boring.”

“Hey, I’m not a brooding bad boy - go see Batman if you want one’a those - but I am pretty sure there aren’t people lining up to claim me.” The man shrugged with a grin, she seemed ready to build up a light banter and Deadpool was more than happy to oblige and return fire.

“You’re not like most people huh? Well I’m sure there’s a T-Shirt like that now, and every single superhero in New York and beyond owns a copy.” The mercenary chuckled, folding arms over chest.

“You fly on a broom, Alex? Y’know, what with you being a witch and all.” 

She saw him fold his arms over his chest, and she swore she could see the makings of a grin beneath his mask. He was interested. That was a nice sign. “Well, you know how it is. Everyone likes to be a special spiffy snowflake these days.”

When he asked about the broom, she laughed. “I guess I could, if I wanted to, but brooms never looked like very comfortable. I tend to have more interesting tricks up my sleeves.” Alex took a step forward casually, and promptly winked out of existence. With another step, she instantly reappeared, only this time behind the masked mutant. “Magic is in the fabric of the universe. Know how to use it and you can bend it however you like, more or less. So, I guess I do a bit of this, bit of that.”

As if to punctuate her statement, she extended her hand to him with a flourish. Just as she had appeared and disappeared, a plate of neatly-rolled taquitos instantly came into view. The dark-haired witch gave a small teasing bow, eyes bright. “Some people are spiffy snowflakes, some people are blizzards. Potayto, potahto.” She gestured the plate towards him. “Taquitos?”

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She blinked at his question, then laughed and shook her head. “I can be social with just about anyone. I’ve dealt with everyone from crazy deities to snarky monster hunters to simple, pleasant people. I’m sure you fall into that range somewhere. Besides, I’ve met a Deadpool or two before and they seemed fine enough.”

There was a pause before she spoke again, looking slightly embarrassed. “Sorry, that’s probably a weird thing to say. Cards on the table? Trying to be social, sure, but not exactly the best at it.”

“Well it sounds like you’ve had a pretty interestin’ life, and as for the whole ‘cards on the table’ thing; I’m the only Deadpool you’ll ever need to know. Those other schmucks? They’re cheap imitations.” Both brows raised and his lips curled into a devious smile.

“And if they seemed ‘fine enough’ they were probably just actin’; you stay around me long enough and you’ll be sent running, almost everybody else is.”

A faux grimace at his last line as she wrinkled her nose slightly, a grin tugging at her lips. “Aw, don’t tell me you’re one of those brooding bad boy types with the ‘nobody wants me’ lines and the gloomy disposition. And you were doing so well with the confident ‘I’m the only Deadpool’ bit, too.”

Might as well tease the guy a bit. Not like she had anywhere else to be. Besides, she had meant it: Deadpools tended to seem fine enough, and this one hadn’t set off her radar yet to confirm otherwise.

“Besides, I’m not like most people. Having an…’interesting life,’” she paused at the quote with a more obvious smirk, “does that to a woman. Can’t afford to be normal. Too boring.”

Meeting at the Magic Shop

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She blinked at his response, only to let out a laugh. “Oh, sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. I always forget that you Winchesters are so paranoid. Not without good reason, though. Lord knows everything seems to want to squish you two.”

A small curtsey, bowing her head before glancing back up at him with bright eyes. “I’m Alex, resident witch/psychic/mystical jack-of-all-trades. I’ve met my fair share of Winchesters, and just about everyone else. You might have actually heard of me, my name seemed to travel through the grapevine a bit while I was gone.” She straightened back up with a smile, putting her hands into the back pockets of her jeans as she glanced around the shop.

“So, what might I be able to help you with? No one really finds the shop unless they need it, for one reason or another. The place is finicky like that.” She lovingly patted the edge of a shelf, as if almost proud of how smart her baby had gotten.

Hell, she was proud. The magic in this place had a personality all its own, and it was becoming like a nearly-sentient friend these days.

Sam chuckled some at her very true statement, Lord knows he knew she was right on that. Everything tended to want to kill them as of late, and it only tended to get worse not better. He relaxed some, and looked around as she properly introduced herself.

“Yeah…I think I’ve heard of you before, or at least your shop. I’ve run into a Gabriel who mentioned you before,” He replied with an easy shrug of his broad shoulders, and he began to look around the shop more, still listening intently to the kind witch at the front desk.

“I guess if you have anything to help with amnesia or memory loss…” He started, given that it was his most obvious and consistent problem over the past few months. “Though given that some of it is blocked by a wall that may not hold…memories of Hell and what have you…” He tried to be dismissive of the pain he suffered.

Memory loss…well, if this Sam’s timeline was anything like the others she had met, that could be from anything from a protective spell to hide him from memories of Hell to an obnoxious “magic anon” spell. And then she heard him mutter about memories of Hell and, well, it seemed obvious enough.

“Well, it really depends on what caused the memory loss. If there’s multiple reasons, I could try to target the specific ones. But if it’s all based on one thing, and that’s holding back some memories that you don’t want as well as one’s you do…well, it can get pretty complicated.” Alex walked out from behind the table and leaned back against one of the shelves, wrinkling her nose slightly at the thought.

“The more information I have, the better I can probably help.” As she waited for more information, she casually gestured at the shelves around the store, several tomes gliding down from their proper locations and gently floating in a circle in front of her. Lord knew there was plenty of information on memory loss from multiple cultures and styles of magic.

And considering all of the antics that the Winchesters tended to get into, it was anyone’s guess which magic had zapped Sam this time.

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Hey, the name’s Deadpool, who’re you, bright eyes?

Deadpool? The name was a familiar one, more or less. She had met one of these red-and-black mercenaries in the past, and here was yet another one, standing before her in all of his insanity.

She was used to insanity, at least. She doubted he could be much worse than the deities she dealt with.

“Pleasure to meet you. I’m Alex, resident witch/psychic/mystical jack-of-all-trades. Was on a bit of a hiatus but am back in town, figured I’d be social.” Alex gave a small smile and a dip of her head, pale blue eyes watching him with interest. No point in letting her guard completely down around a mentally-imbalanced mercenary.

Deadpool had no clue who this lady was, and he was totally unaware that she had met other versions of himself before. The smile was bright, like the eyes which he had commented on before, and he returned it. “Well, Alex, bein’ social is always cool with me… ‘cept, the question in my mind is, why the hell would you wanna be social with a guy like me? Assumin’ of course, you don’t know who I am it could be a nasty surprise.”

She blinked at his question, then laughed and shook her head. “I can be social with just about anyone. I’ve dealt with everyone from crazy deities to snarky monster hunters to simple, pleasant people. I’m sure you fall into that range somewhere. Besides, I’ve met a Deadpool or two before and they seemed fine enough.”

There was a pause before she spoke again, looking slightly embarrassed. “Sorry, that’s probably a weird thing to say. Cards on the table? Trying to be social, sure, but not exactly the best at it.”

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