Baileigh Solis

Cairo, Egypt, 11:45 P.M. // Las Vegas, Nevada, 1:45 P.M.

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Fighting an incredibly strong, seemingly invulnerable demon was hard enough as it was, but it wasn't as though Baileigh had never done it before.

Doing so while yelling at her Watcher over the phone…now that was a new one.

“Big, dark green, really strong, with big goat horn things coming out of it’s head!!” she shouted for the fifth time, and heard Ethan swear, very softly under his breath, and toss yet another book aside. She dropped the hilt of a now very broken sword, ducked under another vicious but clumsy swipe and countered with a well placed kick, but might as well have been kicking a wall of granite for all the good it did. “Some kind of natural body armor. I can’t exactly paint you a picture right now, okay?!”

“There are a fair amount of large demons with curling horns, Baileigh,” Ethan snapped--as much as Ethan was capable of snapping. “And unfortunately none of the etchings are in color.”

“Oh my GOD, your books SUCK!” she yelled, dodging another blow and dancing back a few steps until her back hit a wall, desperately clutching her cell phone to her ear. “They’re called colored pencils, a MARVEL of modern art, for fuck’s sake!!”

“Not that one, dorkus aurelius, the Morté Demon Compendium!”

“I already looked through the--Annie, stop it, you’re messing up my stacking, I have these organized just--OW!”

“Don’t push me, loser face!”

“Could you two possibly exchange noogies and have a shoving match sometime when I’m not fighting for my life?” Baileigh drawled in a painfully sarcastic polite tone, squeaking and ducking under another vicious blow that shattered the stone wall in the very place her head had been a split second before.

Unsurprisingly, they both ignored her.

“Kids? What’s going on?”


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ooc note: Annie is morsus_mihi and Terry is if_she_could. Both are used with permission from their awesomesauce mun. Ethan (nihil_dicit) is mine to use and abuse.