watch_dogs / wynonna earp } { i been lost somewhere between heaven and hell

[stupetballs]

[The fog has been rolling in for weeks now. Curling up out of the trees, messing with people's minds, and while Waverly and Wynonna did go through a stretch of forgetting things, there's also things that she remembered too.

Things from somewhere else.

Things from Hell.

She doesn't know if Wynonna remembers, and she doesn't want to ask. She doesn't want to think that if for some reason she doesn't, her question is the thing that triggers the deluge of memories of the pain and suffering they spent there. So she keeps it to herself, toiling away with Jeremy and regular cases and hoping that one day, she'll be able to put it all behind them.

They get a call one day, about someone having been found in the fog. It's unsure how much of an affect it's had on him, but Jeremy manages to divert him back to Shorty's so they can get a better look at him. He doesn't have any ID, any phone, and he's definitely not one of the locals. But the moment they place him on the pool table to get a better look, Waverly almost drops the bottle of whiskey in her hand.]

Oh my god, Aiden.

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[the_vigilante]

Or at least find a way to get around it.

[no offense to Waverly and Wynonna, but he needs to be able to get out of here on a mutliversal level]

[ ... nevermind that that's probably not a good idea]

[stupetballs]

[Greta pauses, starting at the screen for a long moment.

"Well, there's always Wynonna taking Bobo Del Ray for a long walk with Peacemaker across the barrier."

Waverly stops and shouts back.]

We're trying to not kill everyone in town, Greta.

["I'm just making sure all the options are on the table."]

[the_vigilante]

[he's only vaguely aware of Bobo -- he knows that he was a demon and an enemy of the Earps, but that's about it. if they ever told him anything else about him, he's forgotten it. he knew what he needed to know, knowing he was an enemy]

[all that said, then, he arches his eyebrows at Waverly's reaction]

How would that kill everyone?

[stupetballs]

The heir and a revenant going through the border on the edge of the Triangle brings down the Triangle so the revenants can leave.

[So yes, it is a solution to their little problem.]

But it also means it lets in everything else waiting on the outside, trying to get to the Garden. So that means a lot of monsters coming in, and if the glimpse we got when Willa tried to do it a couple of years ago is anything to go on, they're big nasty ones.

[the_vigilante]

[yikes]

Yeah, let's not do that.

[he pauses a moment, thoughtful]

Any way we can get it to work like a two-way mirror?

[let things out -- specifically him -- but not let anything nasty in]

[stupetballs]

Maybe. That's why we're talking to Greta.

["Iron witches are about binding things, not unbinding them. We don't usually build these kinds of things to have wiggle room." Greta rubs her eyes. "I can ask around though. See if there are witches in other areas that might be better at that kind of thing."

Waverly nods.]

I would really appreciate it. And I would owe you one!

[the_vigilante]

If you ever end up in my Chicago ...

[he'd owe her one, too. assuming the end result of this is him getting home (or at least back to Hell), anyway]

[stupetballs]

[She nods. "Good luck. Don't get yourselves killed."

And with that, she will promptly end the video call to go shake the witch tree and see what falls out. Waverly sighs as she returns to sit next to him.]

That was not as painful as I thought it would be. Though I probably shouldn't say that before we hear what this potential other witch is going to want.

[the_vigilante]

Kinda thing do witches usually take for payment?

[he's gonna guess it's on par with something he might have been asked to give up in Hell]

[stupetballs]

Depends on the witch. I think most of them take cash unless they're really old school.

[Some witches are from times before people could easily pay, but most of the modern spellcasters see the value of the dollar.]

Unless you have something more valuable to trade.