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I said I'm evil without even trying...

Who: Kenzi and ANYONE!
What: Catch-all log for species swap featuring FAEPIRE KENZI! Info post here
Where: House 20 and anywhere else!
When: Day 58, 59, 60, and 61 (leave the day in the header so I can sort out timeline stuff please)
Warnings: Gore, violence, vampirism, blood, hijinks
Notes: You can either just reply with your character running into her somewhere, or hit me up via plurk/PM and I can start something specifically for your character! I'd be happy to do the later if you'd prefer so don't even worry about asking. I will be tagging this for the rest of ever. It does not matter when you tag in! I will reply.

If she'd been awake to see it, Kenzi would have been indescribably proud of the sweet Beetlejuice reference she was currently making. The blanket was pulled up over her shoulder and she was lying horizontally as you usually do when sleep happens. The only difference between this morning and any other morning was the fact that she was currently hovering about three feet above her bed.

Her hair hung down like the sides of the blanket, but the rest of her was perfectly comfy and impressively level mid-air... until the sun in her eyes finally woke her up and she dropped back onto her bed with a thud before bolting upright, looking around frantically and breathing pretty damn rapidly. What the hell was that?! What the hell is in her mouth!? Why the hell did she suddenly feel so... powerful?

... And why the hell doesn't her arm hurt?

First things first. She made quick work of unwrapping the bandages on her arm, laughing incredulously when it came away to reveal the skin underneath was perfectly healed, smooth, and not itchy for the first time in months! There was definitely some freaky fae shiz going on around here! And Kenzi was only mildly surprised to realize that she couldn't wait to find out what it was.

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"Oh, you know." He shakes the bag as he looks down into it, and then waves it in a circle. "Around."

Ha. Heh. Freakin' hilarious.

He grabs a few and pops them in his mouth as he looks out at the water. On the upside, he guesses, at least he doesn't want to hunt everyone because at this rate that would get exhausting.

"So, what's the score? Did you make it through today unscathed, or did you respawn all shiny and new?"

... She has no idea what that means. Just smile and nod. Actually, she ends up stifling a laugh anyway. Dean, you're so weird.

"Shiny and new! Wanna play a rousing game of 20 questions: Beach edition to figure it out?" She nudges him with her elbow, clearly thinking she has the advantage here. It's not like a lot of normal vamp-rules apply to her. Damn, Anne Rice had that shit wrong! "Unless you're too cool to hang with me now that you have candy corn."

Dean grins over at her, and he's not sure if it's just because he can't resist the idea of a game or he wants to be cheered up and/or distracted, but he likes this idea. He sizes her up first; she's not that different on the outside, so she's something that can appear human. That does knock off a few things, potentially.

"Would a stake kill you?"

An awkward opener, but Dean's encyclopedia of knowledge is easier to thumb through from that end of things. A yes or a no will tell him no on angels or demons or shifters or certain demigods, if she even knows.

Of course, a stake to the heart will kill him too.

... Wow, fuck you, Dean. She pouts, swiping another handful of candy as if it'll throw him off the obvious path. "Yeah, probably." Not that she's tested it on herself or anyone back home, but you know... horror movie logic does dictate stake to the heart equals death.

"I'd rather have the meat-kind of steak. Steak to the mouth!"

"What? That eliminates a lot of things!" He figures that probably wasn't very sensitive, but hey, it's not like a stake to the heart wouldn't have killed her when she was a regular human either.

"Okay, okay." He pops another piece of candy in his mouth and debates whether or not he should start listing off things, but that's kind of contradictory to the point of the whole thing. "Uh, have you developed any aversions to anything?"

"Yeah, most things! Cheater." She grins, trying not to breathe through her nose too much. Being outside doesn't make things too bad and the smell of the sea or the ocean or whatever it is covers up most of whatever Dean's giving off. He smells... sweet.

"You mean other than my pre-existing aversion to bitches and douchebags? Nah. Can't say I have!" Hahaha, bonus. She's been out in the sunlight and it didn't even hurt! Faepire life is awesome.

He shakes his head.

"No, see. Vampires, shifters, demi-gods -- all stakes through the heart. Sure, different strokes for different folks -- like shifters, the stake's silver, and the demi-gods, it's not always wood, and it's usually dipped in some weirdass blood." Like the blood of a victim! Not that Dean plans on having victims.

Okay, he's sort of planning how to victimize people. But they're not victims! Yet.

God dammit.

"Alright, so, let's see. Are you... feeling the urge to make people sacrifice to you?" That one's mostly teasing.

HOLYSHITWHAT?! "You can stake shifters?!" Fuck. Does that count where she's from? Could Dyson die from that? He could die from a bunch of things already... hell, he's almost died like a gillion times as it is! Okay, less worried now. Thanks, brain.

"Honey, I always have that urge. I just ignore it." Also teasing. And smiling. And nudging his arm with her elbow. "That one's a big no. Keep going."

He lifts his eyebrows at that reaction and looks over at her. That'd been a pretty big reaction, but then she hadn't known shifters could be staked so she wouldn't have said yes to his question. Dammit!

"If it's silver, yeah. My brother and I have a greeting ritual that consists of a silver knife, holy water, and most recently, borax." Yeah, that one's super pleasant.

"Okay. You a vampire?"

"Bet you two are super fun at parties." None of those things sound awesome. They all sound terrible. Remind her to keep him away from her fae-family if they ever end up here.

"Dingdingding, we have a winner! Congratulations. You just won an all expenses paid, beach vacation." A beat, "This is it, by the way. Nice, huh?" She really went all out on that prize.

"I am," he says and flashes her a cocky smile. It's not even -- He doesn't even finish the thought, doesn't even decide to do it, but he produces a beer in his hand and lifts it to her in a toast before he brings it up to his lips.

Dammit. Not really the best way to go around telling people about what he is. Or maybe it's the greatest way. His mind's getting so foggy; it's hard for him to tell.

WH- DID HE JUST-- "How in the hell did you-- dude! Are you a... magician?" She's only half joking. The only other person she's ever seen pull something like that is Gabe! And that poor, pathetic Criss Angel wannabe that zero'd in on her eyeliner and tried to impress her. It didn't work.

This, however, is impressive.

Kenzi turns to face him more fully, kneeling in the sand next to him with her hands on his arm and a big grin on her face. "Is that how you got the candy? Did someone turn you into a vending machine? ... Are you going to split that with me?"

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He shakes his head. "Not a vending machine."

That's for damn sure. Once she asks if he can give her some, he has this strong reaction not to share anything with her at all, and it's so sudden and sharp that it surprises him. But then it relaxes. She's Kenzi; she's okay.

Not that he thinks he wants to share, still.

"Or a magician, but that's a good a name as any. Shouldn't you be thirsting for blood?"

Ugh. She flops back down at his question and starts burying her feet in the sand. "Been there, done that. Didn't turn out so well..."

Actually, it turned out the worst possible way it could have ever turned out? And she's not sure if Jesse is going to talk to her ever again and Galen is probably mad at her, no matter how many times he says he isn't, and everything sucks, and goddammit, She really, really, really misses Party Poison. Hell, even her stomach still hurts. She lifts up her sweater a little to see the angry-red claw marks. You totes deserve those, you terrible, terrible friend.

"I don't get too hungry for the red stuff if I lay off using my epic vampiric powers. Tomorrow might be a different story, but I'm fine for right now. It was a freakin' disaster, though. I think I might need to move?"

There's a ripple of something like an... urge. An urge to give Kenzi what she deserves for feeding off someone. He tightens the grip on the bottle, grits his teeth, and wills it to pass.

"You fed off someone?" He glances at her out of the corner of his eye, almost afraid to hear her answer. "Why do you need to move?"

Wow, she knows what that look means. She's not new to this kind of thing. Hell, maybe she's even given that look to a few fae herself. "No one died, I wouldn't do that." But people got hurt. It wasn't supposed to go down like that. "Galen offered... we made a deal." But if he's going to act like that about her, there is no way in hell she's saying a fucking word about what Galen is. People are going to think they're monsters now. At least Jesse gets to be cuddly when he's not trying to tear people apart.

"I'd never hurt him. Not ever. He said it was okay--" She takes a deep breath, looking out at the water. Guilty. So guilty. She's been feeling that guilt a lot lately. "Jesse freaked. It got ugly. And with those stupid rumor posters everywhere, maybe it's just better if they get some space."

Breathe. Breathe. In and out. Let it go. He takes a long drink of beer, and then once he straightens again, he looks over at her for a moment. He holds out his other hand, which is empty until there's a beer in it. There. Kindness. Being nice. There's not even anything wrong with the beer.

"Probably a good idea to put some space between you and the edible things. Though there are so many supernaturals running around, maybe you could find a blood supply from someone who could take it."

Yeah. Someone who could take it. Someone she wouldn't keep hurting or messing shit up for. No, you know what? No. Fuck this feeling sorry for herself bullshit. She'd just have to be proactive about this and make a freaking effort to not keep messing shit up. Step one being somehow get Jesse to speak to her. Step two being ... take the beer Dean's offering, pop the lid off with her thumbnail, and drink. Okay, so step two happened first, whatever. She'll keep working on the first one.

"So... you and your brother go around killing these supernaturals, huh?" That is a really stupid name for stuff. And Dean, it was really easy to piece that all together, you weren't even trying. "Just the bad ones? Do you even check first?"

Good God, this is not something he wants to talk about. He sighs and turns away before he rolls his eyes at her. It's hard for him to talk about this because he's so... He's sitting next to a vampire who attacked someone earlier, and the most he wants to do is turn her beer into some gross kind of blood, not enough to kill her, just to make her sick. There are people going nuts everywhere, and Dean's... freaking feeding off it.

And it's not easy to think about his life, his real life, his real self, when he's like this because he knows his real self is going to punch him in the fucking face.

"Sometimes." He shoots her a tight, unamused smile, and then looks back out over the water. "I'm not going to kill anyone now, if you're worried about it."

Sometimes. Right. She was worried about it. But hey, he hasn't tried to kill her yet. And in case he hasn't noticed, he's a pretty weird thing right now, too. It would just be hypocritical as all hell. Not to mention RACIST!

She takes another deep drink of the beer before leaning over to quickly kiss Dean on the cheek. "Not worried." A little worried. "We're still the good guys. As long as we don't forget that, we'll be okay."

This place might be able to change what they are, but it can't change who they are. Not if Kenzi can help it.

The kiss on the cheek startles him completely. He lifts his head and looks over at her, more emotion on his face than he's felt since he turned into this thing, including when Cas was trying to lick his tonsils.

"Good guys," he repeats, remembering just what it is he's supposed to do now, what he's realizing he's driven to do. "Right."

He turns back to the water and thumbs over the label on the beer.

"I'm a Trickster," he says finally and glances at her to see if she recognizes that. "Tricksters humble the douchebags of the world." He tilts his head. "In not so nice ways, sometimes."

"Trickster ... like a loki? Like the Loki? ... Like-- Gabe? Is that what-- you guys can do the same stuff. Is that what he really is? Is that what you are?! You're like Gabe?" She looks excited! It takes her a second to factor in that 'not so nice ways' part. When she does, she frowns.

"Is it mandatory?"

Oh, right. Gabriel's still passing himself off as a Trickster. Dean's supposed to be committed to helping him keep that cover, but why? Yeah, Gabriel's been helpful sometimes, but he was also really shitty before in some stupid attempt to teach him and Sam a lesson or some dumbass shit.

"Trickster like a Loki, but not like a Gabriel because he isn't a Trickster." Whoops. Kenzi isn't aware of it, but Dean's current word vomit is the answer to her second question. He tilts his beer at her, almost on autopilot, but the more he talks, the more he eases into it and loses touch with his real self.

"He's an angel hiding out as a Trickster because he's an egotistical chicken shit." He got better, but Dean isn't feeling charitable.

Welp. That bomb sure did just drop. Definitely explains him hanging around Anna all the time. They're both angels.

"... And Castiel?" Biblical-sounding name. Alright. Makes sense. She's catching on, and she's still not sure she likes the implications. God and the Devil? The latter giving out super powers to her friends, but at what price? It just brings up so many questions that she's not sure she wants to deal with.

So she drinks deeply from the beer, almost chugging half of it down because this is some heavy shit.

"I'm guessing by that tone of voice, he totally fucked you over or something. Which is stupid because you don't seem like a douchebag that needs to be humbled."

Dean doesn't want to rat out Cas, but then he's not sure he could really avoid it. And he manages to hold himself back from saying and Lucifer and Raphael and Balthazar. Like, just barely manages. If she pushes it, he'll spill, but for now he's content to give the face that means yes even if he's not nodding or saying yes.

He smirks at her assessment of him.

"There're a couple people around here who'll argue with you on that one," he says as he takes a drink. And Dean's already plotting all of their demises.

Uh, moving on.

"Anyway, doesn't really matter. Gabriel was never a Trickster. He was trying to teach me and my brother lessons." There are almost quotes around lessons, so she could probably insert all kinds of horrible things there if she wants.

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