Just a girl whose intentions are good

"Look, Rens, right?" Jo said, leaning on her shovel handle. "All I'm saying is you shouldn't have been surprised at the reaction is all."

The whip-poor-will currently perched on the headstone of the grave she was digging up preened his feathers in a huff before replying. "You I expected it from, just practical is all, but I didn't think I'd get a dousing from Ellen too."

"Then maybe you should have waited to bring up the whole demon thing until we were both in the same room, would have meant waiting a whole five minutes."

"Daemon."

"They sound the same from where I'm standing." The shovel made a thudding noise. "Reached the casket."

"Good," Rens said, fluttering down to the graveside to grab the bag of salt with his talons. "Let's torch the bastard."

Jo frowned as she looked at the message from Ash in her email.

Or rather she frowned at all the attachments his email had. There was something there, some sort of pattern she was picking up on, something that needed a hunter.

So naturally, instead of picking up the phone, or forwarding the email to Uncle John, she started packing a duffel and sent a reply back to Ash.

As she headed down to the causeway, she pulled out her phone and left a message.

[ooc: Establishy, not for interaction. See availability post here for more info.]