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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[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.]

Re: Spam

[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.

Re: Spam

[trenchcoatedly]

[Castiel looks VERY distraught at being the walking dead. Soldier of God and all that.]

Being dead is very uncomfortable. I wouldn't advise it either way.

[As they walk, Castiel shifts.]

I know you've already done a great deal for me, but I have a small and odd favor to ask.

Spam

[umgekehrt]

I have experience to indicate as much.

...what do you need? [He eyes Castiel warily.]

Re: Spam

[trenchcoatedly]

Under usual circumstances, I'm powerful enough that physical blows from most beings don't harm me. The last time I was like this, I was... severely stunned by the first blow, and I wondered if maybe you could get that out of the way.

Spam

[umgekehrt]

[Stildyne pauses, trying to re-parse that in any way that doesn't work out to-]

You want me to hit you?

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[trenchcoatedly]

That's correct.

Spam

[umgekehrt]

[Stildyne stares for another long moment, shrugs, and then gives the angel a ringing slap across the face.]

That sufficient?

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[trenchcoatedly]

[It stings through him, hot and painful, stunning him still again. He reaches up to touch the maligned cheek, catching his breath slightly.]

Yes. Thank you.

Spam

[umgekehrt]

[Stildyne shakes his head, deeply bemused.]

Glad to be of service. I think?

...I saw a drug dealer the next street down. If this place is much like any other he'll know where folk buy and sell weapons.

Re: Spam

[trenchcoatedly]

[He opens his mouth to say something. Then he closes it and sets his jaw.]

That's wise. Let's do that.

Spam

[umgekehrt]

Which part of it don't you like, out of curiosity.

[Said as Stildyne starts a quick walk towards the street in question.]

Besides all of it, because this is one hell of a place to be stuck.

Re: Spam

[trenchcoatedly]

Which part of what thing don't I like? This place? Or our actions?

Spam

[umgekehrt]

Our actions specifically; might as well voice your objection, I won't be offended.

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[trenchcoatedly]

I don't like dealing with a man who's made it his occupation to take advantage of the weak, disadvantaged and helpless in any positive manner; he'll likely ask for money for this information and it disgusts me to give it to him. To do so means we become accessories to his abuse of his own people.

Spam

[umgekehrt]

We can locate a fence on our own; it'll take a while though, and both of us are walking marked.

It's a semi-necessary evil. If you like, I can threaten him instead of paying him

Re: Spam

[trenchcoatedly]

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.

Spam

[umgekehrt]

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.

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[trenchcoatedly]

[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.

Spam

[umgekehrt]

[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.']

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[trenchcoatedly]

[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