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[outofclothes]

[Stark appears to be holding a jar of...well, it's a jar of eyeballs floating in what appears to be a viscous fluid. Close observers might notice that the eyes don't have exactly blank stares. They seem to be looking at something, but what exactly is anyone's guess.]

I'm gonna go out on a limb here and say Vin didn't order me a jar of peepers. [Hence why he's not asking her directly.] Seeing as how I'm not exactly up for popping one of my own eyes out to see where the others have been placed--[Stark sets the jar back down.]--anybody notice any stray eyeballs lying around?

Don't touch them if you find any. Just tell me where they are and I'll come get it. Someone mighta laid down some hoodoo, so better safe than sorry.

And if you happen to know where the hell this jar came from in the first place, I wouldn't mind if you shared with the class.

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[surfaceshine]

A more important question might be is anyone missing any eyeballs.

[outofclothes]

I had--or is it will have?

[Really though which should it be? He knows what the other him was like, the one that was Lucifer because he chose to be, not because the asshole before him screwed him over with the throne. He used them. And Stark's technically been screwed over with the job even though he hasn't really officially ascended to the throne. He still has Lucifer's armor, after all.]

Whatever. [Don't ask Stark the rules of possessions when it comes to metaphysical bullshit shenanigans.] These are technically mine on one timeline or another. If they ever were in anybody's head, they don't belong to anyone who's gonna miss them.

They're peepers.

[surfaceshine]

Come again?

[outofclothes]

Peepers. You pop out your eye [He motions to one of his own eyes.] and pop in a peeper. You'll be able to see whatever the corresponding eye sees wherever you put it.

Think of them like Hellion security cameras.

[surfaceshine]

Uh... huh.

[This does not seem as strange to him as it probably should, although he certainly has to stop to think about it. It makes a weird kind of sense, in a sense Dean isn't entirely unaccustomed to.]

Aaaaaaand you just happen to have a jar of 'em now?

[outofclothes]

[It's good that Dean just accepts it. Stark wasn't looking forward to having to explain it ad nauseam until Dean just accepted it.]

Yep. They weren't here one second and were the next.

[surfaceshine]

Okay, first of all - and I should have said this before - gross.

Second of all, if someone did lay down some hoodoo, how would we know besides seeing more random eyeballs?

[outofclothes]

Assuming it's not being cloaked, you'd probably see some circles drawn around or there'd be a disturbance in the aether.

[surfaceshine]

How very classic.

[outofclothes]

Getting creative with sidewalk chalk's preferable to the bloodier rituals.

[surfaceshine]

You'd think with a millennia or whatever of experience, someone, somewhere would get original.

[outofclothes]

You should know better than to have high expectations.

[surfaceshine]

Should I?

[outofclothes]

Well, I don't know about you, but I know I'm in trouble the moment someone smart starts using anything Hellion.

[In his experience, it's generally been dumbasses who didn't know what they were really messing with.]

[surfaceshine]

...Yeah.

Yeah, that's about the size of it.

[outofclothes]

Then again, a dumbass can do plenty of damage if they try. So maybe it's more realistically a lesser of two or something.

[surfaceshine]

Which only begs the question, are you trying?

[outofclothes]

Depends. Are you calling me a dumbass?

[He is this thing, yes. But Stark is also a smart ass as seen here.]

[surfaceshine]

[Look, Dean knows a kindred spirit when he sees one, okay.]

Depends. Are you the lesser?