tushanshu | Entries tagged with † castiel

I know I'm not the only who went through that. [And honestly she's so tired of 'going through' things. But there's a breath.]

Guess I feel like there's pieces of me back there. Did anyone else forget someone important to them?

[Because as much as she's upset over what happened, what happened to her back home, and just her entire familial situation, losing her mother as in actually losing her made her feel even more isolated and alone. Abigail isn't one for reaching out. She barely speaks to the people who know her situation, but she'd rather not feel alone in this.]

grigio

[So, hey. For anyone who was sorely missing the blond zombie-killer, here she is. The video feed is on and at first, she doesn't seem to really notice. She isn't looking directly at it, just sort off off and to the side. Not really focusing on anything. Her head is tilted slightly as if she's listening to something.

When she speaks, she clearly knows the device is on but the fact that she's still not looking directly at it is probably a sure sign that something is very

very

wrong.]

So, uh...

[She pauses, scratching just above her ear as she displays uncertainty. There's something bothering her. She'd set these next messages to private but that requires something she can't do at present.]

Someone helped me out the other day. I think is name was Kyle? I'm pretty sure that's it. If it's not, I really am sorry. That was a very weird day and I don't think I was paying much attention to anything.

But, uh...you know who you are and you were a big help, so thank you.

[One message down. A few more to go.]

Iorveth, we may have to continue putting archery lessons on hold.

[She's not mentioning why, but she's sure he can guess.]

I'm sure this won't last much longer, so just keep a spot open for me, okay?

[Okay. Now this is getting difficult. She may actually have to say what's wrong.]

Jack. Korra. I might not be able to come into work for a while. I'm still having some issues from the recent....

[No, that won't work. She almost continues being vague but...]

Fuck it. I can't see for shit. I don't know why or how long this is gonna last, but I'd still like to come to work. This sitting still thing is not in me to do. Can the three of us get together soon and try to figure out some kind of system for me to use so I can still help out at the counter and all?

Thanks.

[Seriously she's going to lose her god damn mind. And since Julie has nothing else to say, there's a brief smile on her face before she fumbles for the button to log off. It's eventually found and the feed ends.]

definingfuture

[Tony starts out sitting in front of the console. He's a little slow to start up what he wants to say-there's an awkward pause beforehand like he's just sizing them up through the video itself.]

So, I've been busy lately. And I've gotten a little distracted by other things, but-

[Something catches in his throat and cuts him off. Tony clears his throat and tries to look casual and calm. He's distracted and maybe in need of some sleep, with his attention wandering from the feed, but he's not going to drop the flippant tone. Especially not now.]

But apparently there have been some strange disappearances lately, and those people might actually still be around.

[He seems to want to say more, but his heart isn't in it. Maybe he should be offering to try to help those semi-disappeared people. Probably. Unfortunately he can't make himself do that.]

That's not what I want to talk about. I need... [Don't finish that, Stark.]

I need someone who knows how to take care of flowers. Horticulture isn't my thing and I have some and I have to make sure they, they don't die, so if you have any advice, I could use it. That or animal counselors. I'm sure those exist out there somewhere.

[ooc: cw for mentions of child deaths and violent arguing.]

thewaywardson

[ The video starts with a man looking curiously at the screen. He has dark hair and a faint dusting of stubble on his skin, as though in a few hours’ time he may want to find a razor and have himself a shave.

It may be obvious from the way he’s inspecting the console that he isn’t completely at a loss around technology like this. He isn’t exactly familiar with it, but he’s clearly used a computer or something like it once or twice before. Enough that he isn’t fumbling with it or looking at it as though it’s some kind of mystical portal into another world.

It’s also possible that, prior to his turning it on, one of the kedan who showed him to his apartment explained it to him. ]

Hello. [ He pauses just for a moment, then continues. ] I am Castiel.

[ There’s an odd quality to his voice, deep and slightly rough around the edges, as though it’s still rather new and he hasn’t quite mastered it yet. ]

The kedan who summoned me told me that I’m here to help, but they… [ A slight pause, the corner of his mouth pulling into a tiny frown. ] …neglected to provide the details I require to do that. If anyone can share that information with me, I would appreciate it.

dungfu

[Once again, an Amaterasu post begins with a round of barking. But this time she stops after seven seconds and moves to the side to let the camera pick up what's right behind her-- a painting on the wall. The colors are vivid and a little sparkly if you look at it at the right angle.

And then she speaks.]

You want a painting too? [Short and simple. This is her way of trying to cheer everyone up-- by painting for them.]

stagethreeclinger

[ Roy's on a public console right now seeing as his is a little... predisposed. Which he's about to tell you about, settle in for a story, kiddies. ]

Okay, so, has anyone tried to take apart the consoles? Here's a handy warning to the wise: DON'T.

[ This is Roy's wide-eyed, semi-serious face (more serious than usual, at least). ]

There are some parts that might make sense from a mechanical standpoint, yeah, maybe, but mostly? It is filled with this nasty, creepy, goo and it floods out all over you and I might have screamed like a little girl.

[ Biting at his thumbnail here and he tilts his head to the side, looking a little freaked out because omfg what has just happened in his home, why is life on the turtle so weird. ]

Aaaaand now it's regrowing. This is some crazy sci fi shit and not in the hot aliens in latex kind of way. Like messed up Star Trek bordering on Alien kind of crap. If I start getting some kind of weird parasite or sickness or end up in a cocoon or wake up with an alien baby, tell Kori I super-like her. And build me a memorial.

But first get me a doctor.

bondsprofoundly

Those of you who have been in a position of power- commanding an army, a leader of people, where you have considerable influence...

How informed did you keep your soldiers?

tactile_telekinesis

[So Kon has recovered for the most part, he just can't be bothered to do his usual video broadcasts.]

So I guess I can scratch 'being possessed' of my bucket list. Sorry if I hurt anyone. [It's easier to pretend he doesn't remember seeing what he did. Mostly to kedan though. And it's better than doing this over video because then no one can see any twitches that happen when he lies. Or you know, in case the twitches do happen.

He sighs.]

It is over, right? I mean those things are gone enough to not bother us? Kinda lame that they were pretty immune to physical contact though. I've looked and not really seen anything.

aenseidhe

[ He'd gotten distracted with the spa day, happy vibes making him hippy out and sit on the beach smoking awesome elf weed, but as soon as Iorveth comes out of the spell, it comes to the front of his mind again - the conversation he had with the Emperor. It's extremely sensitive information and Iorveth isn't about to spill it to the general populace.

Hence the filter. However, Iorveth is from the 1200s and he has never done a filter before in his life and he already doesn't speak on this thing very often. So, uh, see Iorveth totally fail at it. Gdi. ]

I have information you'll want to know. I cannot share it here - you must come to the palace.

[ His done is serious, impassive. More so than he usually is, and forgive the ominousness. He's not about to test the 'don't speak the name outside the palace' rule. He pauses, swallowing, before he continues. ]

I know why we were brought here.

And what we are meant to battle.

[ He stares for a moment, eyes unfocused from the screen, within troubling thoughts, brow knit. ]

You may not like it.

[[ ooc; i know fail filters are dumb sometimes, but Iorveth icly would seriously tell only those five people and I didn't want to cut people off from srs plot info, so doing this for now. Granted, Iorveth will be shorter and more guarded with people not those five and people he doesn't like he may straight up refuse to tell them without convincing 8T he was the worst person to get this information p much, sob. ]]

bondsprofoundly

[This guy is holding up The Art of Civilized Conversation. His eyes are darting back to the page before he looks back at the camera and-

Oh dear. He smiles. It looks a little creepy to be honest. And for a change he's actually done up the top button of his shirt and cinched his tie, so instead of looking like a freshly-fired office worker drinking until five AM, he looks like a freshly-fired office worker drinking until five AM with his modicum of self-respect still intact.

Castiel refers back to the page.]

Good morning.

[And now he stares at the monitor, only to have his eyes flick up to meet the webcam so he's staring. Directly. At all of you. Intensely.]

It's good to see you.

notamachine

Nice weather we've got, huh? Haven't seen anything like what's up in the sky in a long time.

[90% encrypted to Iorveth, Fenris, and Castiel]

[He's thought about this for a few days; Dean's sitting on some information that more people need to know about, but there are kids on this turtle and he'd rather avoid freaking them out if he can. Plus, there are people here who might think the Emperor is weird, but that she's a pretty okay person overall, and he's not up to changing people's minds at the moment.

So he wants to share things with people he trusts, except he doesn't trust anybody here who isn't Cas. Fortunately (?), the turtle is casting off some awesome chill-out vibes, so Dean decides to extend a friendly hand to Fenris and an olive branch to Iorveth.]

Found some info while the Emperor was on shore leave you two might be interested in, some kind of history about this place and not the modified bullshit they've been feeding us. This comes straight from her library and I don't think it was meant to be found.

stagethreeclinger

[ So, Roy hasn't been around that long, but he's gotten to know Keeliai, the natives, heard about the Emperor and definitely picked up on the tension between foreigners and the Kedan, but just out right asking about What The Hell Is Wrong With This Place seems a little too obvious. And lame.

And this way is much more fun. ]

Okay so is there a part of living on the back of a giant magic turtle that isn't supposed to be completely awesome? Because a lot of you seem to be really bummed about it, and I'm starting to think it's more than just a strong case of Stick Up The Ass going around.

[ And frankly, Roy likes looking like the idiot. He raises up a hand holding some kind of Kedanian smoothie in the cafe he's seated in, and gives an 'okay, humor me' kind of gesture. ]

Let's pretend for two seconds that you're all actually the most boring people ever and the part where we're on a monster turtle isn't enough for you - you're getting what's practically a free vacation. A beautiful city on a tropical island that's really more like a cruise, and even a space you can go sit near Yurtle's massive head and zen your neurotic brains out. The closest we have to that at home is legalizing pot.

I know I'm inviting a sea of sarcastic quips to kill my buzz about the whole badass Suessical adventure, so let's try to be organized and civil about this - there's only so much scathing sardonicism I can handle at once. Please fill out the attached form and get back to me:

Your Name: Self explanatory.
Your Age: It'd probably explain some things, I'm jussayin.
Level of Suck of Your Homeworld: On a scale of Fantasia to Bambi. Just trying to keep some perspective.
Your Complaints About Our Magical Turtle Adventure: Let it all out, brothers and sisters. Testify.
Notes: Whatever. How's my hair?

Thank you for your participation! Here is a wavier for your free snow cone! Not really. Sorry.

[ Oh wait, just this last piece here: ] Also, if you know anyone who likes to run around in tights and a mask, maybe a cape, let me know? Thanks! [ A little salute, and he signs out. ]

[[ ooc; If you could, please fill out his permissions post ova hurr, and here's the html for his little questionnaire thing :>

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tactile_telekinesis

[His hair is messed up in a way that doesn't suggest he's just been lazy or just woke up from a nap. There's a small cut on his bottom lip that looks more than a day old, but it isn't and he looks pissed off in general.]

This is getting ridiculous. So I went to my job like usual, right? Course, I gotta pay digs, but I get the boot. Something about looking bad because of what I am.

Add on to that, the fact I can take a little bit more of a beating means the game's on and all your buddies are invited for a round of, Punch the Foreigner in the Face.. Not that it lasted long or anything but, damn it, they caught me off guard.

So are we planning on doing anything about this? Actually, has anything been said about it by them? Y'know Evandau and the Emperor, not like they'll do anything, right?

I'm fine and everything, but there's obviously others talking about the same things happening that aren't at as much of an advantage?

[He licks at the lip and then huffs out a sigh, leaning back in his chair.]

Anyone got a job on the go that I could take off your hands?

xenocide

[ It had taken Ender a few days before he even checked the network, and a few more days before he decided to place himself upon it. When the video starts, it's the face of just another child -- but one that's exhausted. From his serious demeanor and lack of a smile, he seems much older than he is in all actuality. ]

Earth -- I'm not talking about the sector -- does the name hold any significance to you? I've been wondering how many people here come from a place called Earth and just how many Earths haven't had to face the Bugger Wars. From what I've seen of the guests, many appear human overall and some even with the same technological advancements and understanding that are prominent in my world. If we're trapped in this place between life, dreaming and death, then I suppose it wouldn't be impossible to dream of the existence of alternate Earths.

[ Ender forces a smile, but that's just what it is. Forced. He's really in no mood to showcase good cheer. ]

If it isn't asking too much, even if you don't come from some variation of Earth, I'd like to know about your world. Subsequently, I can tell you anything you wish to know about mine. I'm sure I'm not the only one who has noticed that we're being kept in the dark by the natives here. What they know and what they're planning doesn't concern me as much as our lack of understanding about the universes that surround us. I feel the better we understand one another, the more trust we can put in each other and the better equipped we become as a whole to any crisis that may arise. Sometimes, in a war, the most crippling blow can be dealt not by the enemy but by lies and mistrust.

That's all. Thank you for your time.

epigrammatical

[AUDIO. Backdated to April 14, the morning after everyone returns from landfall. Henry found one of Sabriel's books in Atam and he just tried to open it. It didn't go well. His voice is steady, but noticeably strained.]

If anyone can commend to me a doctor with skill in the treatment of burns, I should be very grateful.

[OPEN ACTION, anytime between April 13 and 17. Want to meet up with Lord Henry? Go for it. All takers welcome! He'll be personally seeking out the people in his delivery network. You may find him out and about in the Fire sector, or in Daowei's bookshop in the Wood sector. He will be handling things delicately due to the burns on his hands.]

[And finally, TEXT. Forward-dated to April 17. This message goes out not on the network, but is written on a plain piece of paper and delivered by a kedan messenger to Dorian Gray's suite. The poems quoted are from Gautier's "Sur le Carnaval de Venise" and "Contralto"—both of which are referenced in a particular book. ~~Get out the popcorn.~~] ( Read more... )

riseto

[ The woman on the feed looks rather disgruntled. Probably because she was just taken from her city while a group of righteous oxmen rampage it as part of some holy crusade and she feels like she has a hangover. ]

If this is the Fade, then this is either a very vivid hallucination, or I've been tapping the red lyrium.

Alright, let's get this over with. I'm Hawke, I'm from Kirkwall, and I specialize in being everyone's bloody errand girl and killing things. Particularly killing things. I also don't possess easy, so whatever mouth-breathing demons are out there, don't think I'll make an easy target. You'll find more than you bargained for.

And such a welcome. Are the natives always this friendly, or do they just have a particular dislike for me? Not like they'd be the first. It's always, "Die, dog bitch!" and "Kill the Hawke!" and "I'll harvest your blood for my nefarious diabolical purposes and serve you up to demons!"

Honestly, if they don't want us here, they shouldn't drag us off in the first place. But no one ever accused kidnappers of having an overabundance of logic.

liugan

[ clink ]

[ clink ]

[ clink-- POP ]

... there we are.

[ /ahem. ]

While I understand completely the feeling of inherent laziness that no doubt consumes those of shofter life spans, ironically enough, it simply boggles the mind that so much time and effort goes into the process of skinning, slicing, and preserving simple fruits far more easily obtained from a tree.

I doubt this is even a real peach.

[ there's something to be said about all the added sugar, though. It's like peach soup. ]

Of course, the obvious lack of bountiful orchards in the immediate vicinity is to be blamed currently, but one wonders where the fruits come from if not a garden or orchard nearby.

[ clink-- POP. Sigh. ]

Hm. Money that would've been far better spent on a book.

-- should anyone suffer from a sudden brain injury as a result of an errant can of carrots, you've my most sincere apologies.

mopirates_moproblems

[James hasn't made a post since his first - in part because he's terribly lost. He has proper clothes, now, thanks to Favrielle, but it is still overwhelming to be in such a foreign place. His concern isn't so much the rationing, though that seems to be quite the source of anxiety for some he's encountered. What he wants is answers to the many and contradictory things he's been told since his arrival.]

I find myself at something of a loss, in this place, with so many people from such seemingly different times and places. It seems impossible that one person could have brought us here, and insensible that they should.

[That, though, is a subject he's sure has been at the center of many debates. What truly haunts him is what he heard from Peggy and Ariadne before.] I was led to believe that this place was a sort of afterlife, and yet, if I understand correctly, there are some here with ambitions to return to their homes. I do not see how such a thing could be accomplished.

[And that's it. No suggestions, he's just mulling. Aloud, and in public, which, he realizes now, is terribly unseemly.]

Forgive me. There is little purpose to these musings. Perhaps they are better off left unvoiced.

bondsprofoundly

Anyone who is in need of currency may have mine.

[...and that's it. Free money!]

hazelwood

[The video opens on an uncommonly solemn-looking Lieuen, in a sombre state of dress that's unlike his usual pretentions. His skin, so modelled after the common Foreigner complexion, is a tiny bit sallow.]

Dear residents of Keeliai. It's with deep and considerable regret that I am the bearer of unfortunate tidings in regards to our fair city. You may have begun to notice that Tu Vishan's health has been... deteriorating, of late. This is certainly no cause for alarm! Things being what they are, it's tantamount to... say, a cold or flu that you Foreigners seem so susceptible to. We have every assurance that Tu Vishan will overcome this malady and return to its usual self soon.

But in the interest of not taking our grand turtle for granted, certain... shall we say, rules are going to be put into play effective now. The first and most importantly, of course, is rationing.

[There's a touch of distaste to his features as he says that. Guess who doesn't like the concept?]

Resources are going to be a touch more difficult to come by in the coming weeks, and as our guests we ask that you respect our laws and customs in this time. You will find a list of what it's permissible to purchase at your local vendors. Wasteful behaviour will become a punishable offense, and fully one-fifth of your resources, whether they are earned or made, are going to be... ah, requisitioned by detachments of the local law enforcement. It's with my sincerest apologies that I relay these terms to you, you see, and when we all come through this in fine fashion I will be reimbursing everyone fully for any, hm... hardships they might encounter due to these edicts.

And on that note!

[He claps his hands together, clearly trying to change gears from the unpleasantly macabre to the positive.]

I couldn't help but notice that several of you have taken an interest in our local language. Truly, I couldn't be happier. It brings me great joy to see your appreciation of our culture. Therefore, I'd like to offer my services as a translator, of sorts. I know each of the seventeen kedan dialects, including the more ancient forms, and I would gladly assist in any translations you've been undertaking. For a fee, of course, to be negotiated based on... oh, trifling things. The amount you wish translated, the time involved in doing so, and so on and so forth.

As always, if you have any questions do please ask, but it is my keenest wish that you keep it brief. I'm a touch preoccupied at the moment. Thank you.

Tu Shanshu

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