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Ghostie aftermath?

Taylor had gotten up about an hour ago, since then she had hobbled to the kitchen and took stock of what they had. She knew that Dean had a roommate, she hadn't seen him yet, but felt wrong cooking just for herself and Dean.

As for Dean, he could complain about her hobbling on her foot later, after coffee, and well, bacon and eggs were usually a good start. Poking around she saw a lot of ramen, but she figured breakfasts needed something a little more than noodles. Even if she was known to do ramen eggs and slices of spam while on surf trips.

Coffee wasn't hard to track down either and she made a pot, sipping at a cup as she fried up bacon. Pancakes were next once she found the ingredients to make them. They wouldn't be the same as the ones she made in Hawaii, but she could handle without coconut flakes sprinkled on top. Taylor was humming softly, hobbling a little to get things from the counter to the stove, and trying to stay quiet to let the others sleep.

"And in the naked light, I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never shared
And no one dared
Disturb the sound of silence"

Her voice stayed low as she sang softly. It was one of the songs that she kind of got hooked on thanks to her uncle's brother. He had hummed it once when they were stuck together on a hunt. It had helped pass the time in a storm, and since then it was a comfort song for her. After the nightmares she had about her mother in the night, she needed something comforting at least.

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"Yeah, well... My world, magic isn't a thing remember?" She rubbed her arm a little. She chuckled about the coffee though. "And if you can make mine Irish sure." She picked a little at her pancake.

"I was three. And he's still alive, currently he has a bounty out for me, either dead or alive. Let's just say when I did leave him, I took some information he needed." She bit her lip a little. "And he forgot, I have more friends in the communities he looks for his assassins in. So I can usually keep ahead of him, if I can't, Mother's people now know I wasn't killed, so, I'm pretty sure they have a team working near me, honoring her wishes for the most part to not fully involve me." This is all stuff she was going to tell Dean anyway. "Back home I have some power, but not enough yet to take him down without his people hurting too many innocent people in retribution. So, I'm biding time until I can safely expose him and his people for the monsters they are. And longer I stay out of sight, the safer my uncle, dad and gramps are."

"Wasn't quite what I meant." Also, he's not going to point out where they all are right now and the fact she was here before him. Though, her use on that particular excuse is starting to run thin. "But sure, let's go with that."

So he stops back in at the liquor cabinet on his way in with the pot, a half a fifth in his hand. He didn't actually look at what, this time. He tops up Zack first, a clearly curious look on his face. "I don't think you told me that bit." It's more a curiosity over what happened than anything else. But also not poking.

And then Taylor with a generous amount of Irish in the top for good measure. He takes up leaning against the side in the sitting area's door frame to hover and listen after returning the pot to the kitchen and machine, his own coffee plus Irish in hand.

Tay's explanation gets thoughtful quiet as a response. There's a few things he could say, but he ain't gonna. Not while the chatty train is rolling with these two. Instead he settles for the far safer route of "You realise with somethin' like this, there ain't gonna be such a thing as 'safe', right?"

Steadfastly staying out of the magic conversation - after all, he's been a big plonker in that area - Zack just looks up at Dean with a little nod as his coffee is topped up. He doesn't ask for alcohol because driving this body is hard enough, without overoiling the cogs and falling over.

Maybe later though... for now he's distracted from that train of thought. "I was a kid. S'been over seven billion years. Don't remember." He grunts out the words, and largely, it's all true, apart from remembering what he did. You never forget your first, and Zack has never quite been able to push it out of his mind. It's not something he thinks anybody here could forgive, so ... well. He launches into his coffee, frowning.

Taylor's story seems a good escape route, and as she's now a friend, Zack wouldn't want to see her harmed, or upset because her family have been harmed. "Better off in the Nexus, then," he chips in, taking Dean's observation into account. "Grow strong. Take 'em down when you can. You got your menfolk living here too?"

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"Thanks." She took a sip and made a mental note to get Dean a few bottles of the single malt she had at one of her safe houses back home. One was a good 50 years old.

"David doesn't know that they're blood, it keeps them out of sight a while longer at least." She knew it would be a matter of time, but until then, the fact that they had changed their names was also helping. Nathan and Sam Morgan no longer existed.

She had been thinking about it though. Only people she really cared about back home were her uncle, Gramps and her Dad. But she wasn't even sure how she could really protect them. At Zack's question she shook her head. "No, they're on a hunting trip last I heard they were in India. I want to ask them about things, but I don't want to draw David to them. And I won't go to the Brotherhood, I think they're trying to protect me as much as they can, but I don't know if I can trust them. I've been trying to come up with a plan so that I can move here, and still slip over to see them. Thinking if David thinks I'm dead... Well he wouldn't have a reason to go for them." Her hand went to her shark tooth. "And I'd keep something potentially dangerous out of their hands."

At the number seven billion, he goes to say something, his brain stalls, and he stops and starts a sentence a few times before he just holds up a finger and downs his coffee instead.

Man, he hopes life doesn't beat that optimism out of you, Tay. Or that your world is just not as harsh as his. However, there's a bigger issue here. "Keep what out of their hands?" It hasn't escaped his notice how you hold onto that thing. Drew attention to it during their first meeting, too.

It's a great conversation killer and Zack reckons it also beats Dean's best deflection tactics by miles. Light years, even. He still kinda hopes Dean won't stop calling him 'kiddo' though.

Zack hasn't missed Taylor's hand on the pendant either, but Dean asks first. So instead, Zack tells her, "when you know where they are, send someone over to bring 'em. Someone this David doesn't know. You got friends here." That last sentence isn't a question. Dean is obviously a friend. Zack's letting Taylor know he sees her as a friend too, and is prepared to be one.

Zack won't offer to go without first consulting Dean, but he would do it.

She took off her choker at Dean's question, carefully removing the shark tooth, showing a hollowed area in the back. "It's an Isu artifact, or part of one, it has jagged edges so I think it was broken at one point." She pulled the gold item that was glowing brightly from the tooth. "It's what David is looking for. In the hands of someone like him, he'd... Well he'd probably try to become the one and only world leader. Mom's people, the Brotherhood, would hide it. I, still haven't used it. It calls to me begging me to, but, I'd rather be it's guardian." She kept it in cupped hands, a sliver of gold only about two inches long, glowing with almost what looked like a heartbeat to it's pulse. Though she was willing to let both men see it.

"Isu... Are the race of beings that existed on Earth before Humans, at least if you believe the lore." She watched the pair.

There's a small rash of irritation that he doesn't let show on his face or in his voice, Oh yay, more shop talk, which he stamps down on mentally.He wants to help, he needs to help, this is not like him at all. "What's the lore?"

He's also pointing at the pulsing thing hidden in the giant shark tooth. "And you know I gotta ask what hte hell that is if it ain't magic. because it looks like magic." Yeah, okay, he's calling you out on that bullshit excuse now.

Curious as ever, Zack peers at the small glowing sliver. It seems to breathe.

"Is it alive?" he asks, dead curious now, and unable to fathom anything about it in this human form. He can't even say it's magic for sure. "What's its power? What does it do?"

Zack finds Dean's sceptical tone amusing, and bites on a thumbnail to stop himself chuckling.

"For this? The texts that were in the temple where I found it said it would aide the bearer in some dark hour type thing. So it is part of some sort of weapon. Though I don't think it was completed. Or if it was, I'm worried that the people who raised me might have the rest of it." She glanced up at Dean, then at Zack. "And I'm not about to let them get this piece. I saw the damage that a completed artifact could do. It's why the Church controls most of our world. People like the man that raised me find artifacts and give them to whomever they have running things. The Pope, is just a puppet ruler that they get rid of once he isn't useful anymore."

"And it's not magic. It is energy, low grade radiation, low levels, you get more of a dose of harmful radiation frim sunlight than this gives off." She looked at Zack. "Honestly I don't know how it works, I just know that I really don't want the asshole that raised me, or the Brotherhood getting it. One would use it to take away the human's right to free will, and the other... I just don't trust them as much as I trust my family of thieves. You two are the only other ones right now that know I have it. I didn't even tell my uncle or grandfather, and I tell those two almost everything when I check in."

"So... what if it just disappears somewhere else? No way to find it or get to it?" He has taken in the information she's given him, and honestly a church-ruled world ain't exactly high on his list of things that need to happen; even if it's not in his world. He also may or may not be thinking of the bunker, being nigh-impenetrable to basically everything that you wouldn't want having anything like that. As Zack said, they're friends and he does want to help, even if he's mentally bitching that he can't even have breakfast without something cropping up. "They can't find out you have it if you don't."

If Dean has a good hiding place, at least the object can't be taken from Taylor, but it doesn't mean they won't come after her, or her family. Or that they'll believe Taylor doesn't know its location.

"We should do both," he ventures. "Hide that thing and get your kin to safety. Or destroy it. That'll end any argument." Zack can be a bit of a blunt instrument, but removing the problematic and dangerous object from the equation makes sense to him.

"They don't know that it's found now. And most of the research I did with him, I destroyed his copies, and hid mine, to access it they need me." She rubbed her arm, where usually the bracer was. "Only information I couldn't hide, they need someone of my bloodline to walk around in my memories. And well I don't have a kid, so they can't look. Apparently they need someone who is descended, doesn't work the other way, but getting stuck in that machine they use... I'd rather not have to deal with that again." She closed her eyes. "Being blind for a week sucked."

"Though, I know it can be taken off world, it still being with me here is proof. I'm willing to try. Uprooting my family though... I mean it's just three people, but those three have lives. I don't know if they'd be willing to just uproot and start from scratch."

It's the kind of logic he can't really argue with, so he doesn't. "Fair enough."

He shrugs, although probably looking a little confused at the whole thing. Memory walking and machines? Blind for a week? Sounds way above his pay grade. Just... give him monsters. Nice and easy. It's still way too early in the morning for all this. "Well, if you need a place to dump it in a hurry, you know where to ask. I guess the main question is what're you doing about your immediate problem? Hanging with Megatron for the foreseeable?"

A thought occurs to him, and with a small sigh somewhere between tired and frustrated, he also aims "and speaking of immediate problems, I'm shopping today. If you need anything, write a list." at Zack without really looking at him, as he's busy making headway on the coffee. Zack should know who he's speaking to and why. Hopefully.

"Better uprooted than dead." Being human has driven that home, and Zack can't help being his usual blunt self. He still thinks the thing should be destroyed but knows it's not on to wreck other people's property.

He too balks at the machine thing. Advanced tech generally goes way over Zack's head, unless he can see the thing, and if someone explains how to use it. He can handle the PINpoint and its little icons, or speaking into it. Dean was patient while showing him, and Zack does have a sharp mind, he can figure things out pretty well once he has the basics. Going blind though... that's not good tech, surely?

"'Kay," he responds to Dean, draining his coffee and fishing in his pocket for the PINpoint. He's grateful to his friend for not letting on that he's illiterate, and will repay the favour by not discussing the mountain of stuff they probably need to shop for. "Want me to come with you? I can help out."

After three cups, he's feeling very lively and willing to assist.

"He doesn't have a problem with it. And I stayed on the beach the whole time, Megatron's lace was still a good half hour walk from where..." She nodded. "I'll be there, I want to make a trip home for some things, but that can wait." She slid the sliver back into the shark tooth. "And if I go back I'll leave this with you and hop over to Tokyo instead of Honolulu, I can get most of what I need there and blend in slightly better."

"The line of business I'm in back home... We could die any moment. Half my scars are from the ocean throwing me into a coral reef, the rest... Getting stabbed and shot is just part of the job. To be good, you have to make sure to have to be quicker than the others, or stay useful until backup arrives."

Though they were right, she wanted them safe at least. And the Brotherhood's motives. "I'm seeing about building a place further down the beach honestly. Was thinking a beach shack. I may have to make it a little bigger if I'm bringing my family over."

"He has a point." It may be fantastically blunt, but Dean ain't exactly a master of tact either and he's not going to call him out on just that as it wasn't wrong or insensitive - I.e. it's exactly what he would say next anyway. "The beach shack aounds like a good shout, though. There's also a dude who owes Loki a favour, which he's said I can use. If it comes up before you manage, I can call that in."

It's probably going to surprise neither that he's got on well with the god of mischief. It may be more of a surprise how they bonded, if Dean cared to share, which he doesn't overly. It's inconsequential to the entire discussion. "And sure, I'll hang onto it whenever, just give me a shout when you need me to."

He contemplates the offer of help for a minute, then shrugs with a small smile towards Zack, grateful of the lack of comment. "Sure, if you ain't got nothing better to do then crawl around shops with me. Your call."

Tay's line of business sounds like Dean's. If either could die at any moment, only Dean won't... so Zack says nothing. Or he might inadvertently start blabbing about the mark, and that's not for him to bring into any conversation.

Tact. He totally has it.

Except when he doesn't.

Instead, he winces at the mention of scars and coral reefs. "Human bodies hurt," he grumbles, more in solidarity with Tay than anything else. Walking into the door when half asleep is uncomfortable enough. Being cut to ribbons in salt water doesn't bear thinking about.

"Not in the mood for the usual stuff," he tells Dean. Zack really is feeling good and awake now, so he gets up and starts clearing the dirty plates.

"I'll have to talk to them about it." She had a feeling one of them might come over, but all three might be pushing it. Though hearing Loki's name she giggled. "If he's the one that Megatron knows, I know him only by what I've been told." Though she did get serious again. "Would be nice to actually build one. I did one before, back home, there's a small lagoon that friends and I bought. I know it would be safe from David at least. We built a small resort that has a certain client base that he wouldn't dare attack." She rubbed the back of her neck. "I have a soft spot for kids, and the kids there, are all disabled, but the lagoon gives them a chance to swim with wildlife that they wouldn't normally ever see." She gave a warm grin. "And my name isn't on the place, I just help fund it with my hunts."

She chuckles again at Zack's comment. "Yes, Human bodies do hurt. Though there's some pain that is worth it. My scars, meant I survived. I wear them proudly.

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