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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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.

Re: Spam

[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

Spam

[umgekehrt]

[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.]

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[trenchcoatedly]

[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.]

Spam

[umgekehrt]

[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.]

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[trenchcoatedly]

[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.

Spam

[umgekehrt]

[Stildyne nods]

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

Re: Spam

[trenchcoatedly]

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