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005 + FLEE THESE THINGS AND PURSUE RIGHTEOUSNESS [text]

I can't give this body up. Not now, and not to these men, and not for these purposes. Though I see that I'm not the only one with this mistake - perhaps some sort of port torture, I think, that has given me this threat and stricken me of all but the barest essence of my grace.

If there is any sort of team involved in fighting in this dimension, I'm interested, though I admit I'm not very effective without my strength.

[PRIVATE to BUFFY]

Are you on this world? Is Dean here? Is he safe? Please tell me you know. Be careful. I can't protect you like I am. And I'm afraid of what he'll ask if I protect him.

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I agree that going through someone who knows this place is our best option. Perhaps they may even know the best way to hide from these collectors as well.

[A pause.]

I'm....not unfamiliar with interrogation, myself, if that's an option you're willing to consider.

No. [It's a sharp syllable. To Stildyne, interrogation is a loaded concept. Even before it branches into full Inquisition, it enters territory that's become unpleasant for him, by simple virtue of knowing how much it can hurt the man holding the whip or other implement.]

I'll bull it out of them. As for a hiding place, we don't want it; these folk would sell us for pennies, we can't trust anywhere they'd send us.

[Castiel blinks at the sudden sharpness of his voice, not expecting the sudden tick. His head tilts in an unspoken question, though he doesn't ask. It's curious, especially when Castiel considers bullying and interrogating especially the same thing, just bullying is usually children.]

If you insist.

Yeah. I'm here. [Just gonna step right past his comment about protecting her, because uh, normally she'd be rude about it but right now she's also powerless.] I haven't heard from Dean yet. I hope he stayed back.

Did you get a repossession notice too? Or am I just special?

Edited 2012-02-26 14:02 (UTC)

Looking for assistance or protection?

Dean is an extremely capable fighter, but I remain concerned for him nonetheless.

I have this notice as well. Where are you? We may be able to hold off any of these "repo men" better if we're together.

More of the former than the latter, but both.

Don't sound very confident in abilities.

I usually possess much greater might than I do now. This port has limited my abilities greatly.

[An acknowledging grunt.]

Typical.

Could provide assistance if required. Regulations in place here are unacceptable.

[He's already dispatched a few Repos by now, he's eager to spread the lesson around.]

I'd appreciate a lesson or two.

Do you have a map?

Not in habit of teaching.

[But if Cas hangs around long enough he'll probably get suggestions for improvement anyway.]

No. Didn't realize there were any.

I'm [cross-streets!]. Can you get there?

Yes.

[He'll find it if he has to map out the entire city on foot.]

[Castiel is waiting where he said he's waiting; he's got the trench coat pressed against his nose and mouth but is still in the suit jacket and tie.]

Hello.

[They can hammer out the vocabulary difference later, the context under which one asks questions and the extent to which the asking goes. Now, they're approaching the Zydrate dealer.

Whose opening gambit, to Stildyne, is 'You look like a man who likes a knife.']

[Rorschach takes another five minutes to get there; he'd tried to get there in a shorter amount of time, but he's stubborn enough that he refused to find a mask, so he's suffering some effects from the city. Not that he's letting it get to him too much.

He nods in greeting as he shuffles over, hands shoved in his pockets, shoulders hunched, and in full-on transient mode; it's helped him escape notice a bit so far.]

Will warn, seem to be magnet to would-be surgeons. Supposedly impressively behind on imagined payments.

[It's a technical matter really. Either way, Castiel really wishes he had his wings and all the associated powers right now. Those are good for cowing humans. He just lingers behind Stildyne and looks annoyed

[There is an initial grab for cash, once Stildyne's made it clear what they're after. But surprisingly, the dealer folds quickly when Stildyne shifts his woolen greatcoat to show the contact rifle hanging over his shoulder.

Then again the populace doesn't seem very well armed; military issue gear might make the man think he's got ties with Geneco. They're directed two streets over and given a phrase to ask for-- and Stildyne gives the man a warm smile.

Stildyne's smiles have made battle-hardened warriors recoil, so there's that.]

[Castiel is a soldier, or was - he doesn't know anymore - but he's certainly familiar with the expression. And he follows, quiet but threatening, his eyes dark in the smog.]

[They make a decent brute squad; Stildyne tall and ugly, Castiel only comparatively smaller but quietly menacing. Their money combined only barely buys a knife-- and that after Stildyne has to gently dissuade the man from haggling , with a hand on his rifle again.

But at least now there's a weapon.]

[He doesn't have the weight of his usual blade, of course, and none of the power, but it'll do for now. He wraps his hand around the leather hilt and clenches his fist. He could do worse, that's for sure.]

Thank you.

[Stildyne nods]

Take care of yourself. We've all just got to survive till we get back aboard.

I'll try my best. Lord watch over you, as well.

[Castiel takes in the man for a few moments. Destitute and ragged fits him well. He slides the cloth from his mouth.]

What do they say you owe?

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