005 + FLEE THESE THINGS AND PURSUE RIGHTEOUSNESS [text]

[trenchcoatedly]

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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[umgekehrt]

[Stildyne doesn't like Castiel. Finds the man an affront to most of his sensibilities.

But to be blunt, this place is awful and it can go piss out an airlock; he won't abandon barge-folk to it.]

I can't say I've seen a concerted effort yet, and given the numbers and terrain I'd say we're better as guerillas. But are you at least armed?

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[trenchcoatedly]

[Oh, well, Castiel likes Stildyne well enough.]

My usual weapon is created of my holy strength; I will look into other methods of defense as I see being struck powerless is not as uncommon as I would have hoped. As of now, I'm not.

I suppose I sound like a hindrance. If you are managing a successful war of some type, I will sacrifice myself to this and attempt to reconvene with the barge at a later date.

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[umgekehrt]

I don't have a campaign at current save survival. At that, I've only got the one weapon, and not enough cash to buy a firearm, but you ought have something. You'll last a bit longer.

Where are you?

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[trenchcoatedly]

If or when we get back onto the barge, I will repay you for your graciousness.

I'm at [cross-streets!]. Do you have a map?

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[umgekehrt]

Yes, I'm about five minutes from your position. If we pool cash we can get you armed.

Tell me you know how to use a hand weapon?

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[trenchcoatedly]

I'm capable with a gun but prefer a blade.

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[umgekehrt]

All for the best; it'll be cheaper. On my way.

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[trenchcoatedly]

[Castiel is waiting. he's got his coat tossed over one of his arms but looks otherwise like himself, if a bit less stern. He looks Stildyne up and down when he arrives.]

What do they say you owe?

Spam

[umgekehrt]

Either some twenty-thousand of the local currency, or my liver and my left knee. [Stildyne scowls. It's still his knee; he can tell, it aches with the pressure differentials.]

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[trenchcoatedly]

I owe both my ears and both my eyes or more currency than I possess. [He sighs with irritation.]

Do you know if I will have my powers taken away in all ports, or is this simply a run of bad luck?

Spam

[umgekehrt]

Bad luck. But it might be worse. We might be all walking dead. ...not that being motionlessly dead appeals, either. Come on, let's find a fence, get you a blade on your person.

[Private]

[slayage]

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?

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[trenchcoatedly]

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.

[wemaketheworld]

Looking for assistance or protection?

[trenchcoatedly]

More of the former than the latter, but both.

[wemaketheworld]

Don't sound very confident in abilities.

[trenchcoatedly]

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

[wemaketheworld]

[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.]

[trenchcoatedly]

I'd appreciate a lesson or two.

Do you have a map?

[wemaketheworld]

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.

[trenchcoatedly]

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

[wemaketheworld]

Yes.

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

spam

[trenchcoatedly]

[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.

[darknessb4me]

Damn right you can't.

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[trenchcoatedly]

In time.