Log: Ongoing

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When: September 19, morning
Rating: Everyone
Characters: John Winchester [scaresthedark] and Niko Leandros [cal_sitter]
Summary: Niko could use a little help around the dojo. John could use a job. The catch? Nik doesn't hire anyone until he's sure they're mostly not evil and won't get the clientèle killed.
Log:

In telling John Winchester to come by the dojo at seven in the morning, Niko had been making a concession to what most Americans in his world considered to be civilized waking hours. Standard procedure for the eldest Leandros was to be up at dawn or sooner. By seven, he had already breakfasted (whole wheat toast served plain, wheatgrass juice, and a bowl of mixed fruit), gone for a run in Xanadu, showered, fed the cats, cleaned the litterbox, gone over the dojo's budget, and inspected all of the practice weapons. He had also started coffee brewing in the corner that had been set aside for noncombative use in the dojo's front room. When John arrived, he would find Niko seated behind the desk, a cup of green tea steaming in front of him and a hardcover copy of Heinrich Cornelius Agrippa's Three Books of Occult Philosophy open in his hand.

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"Standard monster-hunting fare, then." Niko perched on the edge of his desk and began to toy with the letter opener that had been waiting innocently on the corner, flipping the blade to rest along his forearm before flipping it back into his hand, with the same casual repetition that had made more than a few New York City waiters nervous in the past few years. "It's because of species such as those that I always carry a sword and a knife, sometimes a gun for good measure."

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That didn't surprise John at all. There was only one type of person that became good at every type of fighting and killing possible. A Hunter. Maybe they had a different name for them in Niko's world, but a Hunter is what Niko was. That earned him some points in John's book.

"No holy water, iron, or salt?" he asked. Those sorts of things were standard fare in his world, but he was already getting used to the idea of things like that not working on everything here.

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"Salt is useful if you need to deter vodyanoi. It dissolves their flesh. As for the rest, I've yet to meet anything detered by holy water, and I haven't had the opportunity to determine if all of the species said to be sensitive to iron truly are." Niko regarded John with greater interest, curious about the man's experiences and methods. "I take it the old tales are somewhat more accurate where you're from."

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"Demons are the only thing I know of deterred by holy water," John explained. "Or anything directly connected to hell. Salt in my world is good for keeping just about any supernatural creature at bay in my world. "Other than that, iron is good for some things, not for others. There's not a real 'one thing kills them all' type of weapon."

John hesitated for a moment and thought on that. It wasn't entirely true. "Well, there is, but there's only one of them."

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That earned a raised eyebrow from Niko. It was the most expressive he'd been all morning. The letter opener was still in his hand, still being toyed with as though it were a deadly weapon, which it probably could be in a pinch. "One what?" There was no general solution in Niko's world either, save the broad category of violent force.

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"One weapon that can kill anything," he said, a slightly far away look in his eyes. "A Colt that could kill a ghost, vampire, or demon. If it existed and was even remotely "alive" the Colt could kill it."

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"A gun." Disapproval? Perhaps. Niko had always favored older weapons, weapons that wouldn't jam and didn't need to be reloaded. "If there were an equivalent in my world, it would be much sought after, by nonhumans at the least." He didn't like to think of what such a thing would do to Robin or Promise or Ishiah ... even to Delilah or to Flay and Slay.

He finished his water and slid back to his feet, fully rested. "The strength of your hand-to-hand techniques alone is enough to incline me to hire you. If you're any bit as good with firearms and other weapons as you are at street fighting, I'm reasonably confident I won't have to dial the hospital for your students."