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033 + LET US GO ON UNTO PERFECTION [text]
Apr. 13th, 2013 07:15 pmI am leaving the barge. Anyone who wishes to talk to me regarding this can see me in my cabin.
( LOCKED to LISBETH )
( LOCKED to LISBETH )
[For once, Castiel is actually in his room. He's sitting on the bed. The wall behind him is scrawled with sigils (not counting the gentleman in the suit). He takes a deep breath, steadying himself.]]
It is my great honor to announce that Richie Gecko has graduated. He's returned to Mexico and will be waiting for his brother there.
I, too, will be departing soon. I owe my vessel his freedom, as I promised, and my friends in my universe may need my help. I can't say when I'll be departing, but it will be soon. Afterwards, I will no longer possess a physical form. If you need help or aid, you can call for me, however, and I will help you as much as I can. It make take me a few moments to locate you in the multiverse, but I will come.
I should be in the greenhouse if anyone would like to resolve any old conflicts with me.
( LOCKED to ANYA. )
It is my great honor to announce that Richie Gecko has graduated. He's returned to Mexico and will be waiting for his brother there.
I, too, will be departing soon. I owe my vessel his freedom, as I promised, and my friends in my universe may need my help. I can't say when I'll be departing, but it will be soon. Afterwards, I will no longer possess a physical form. If you need help or aid, you can call for me, however, and I will help you as much as I can. It make take me a few moments to locate you in the multiverse, but I will come.
I should be in the greenhouse if anyone would like to resolve any old conflicts with me.
( LOCKED to ANYA. )
[The camera flicks on to reveal Castiel's jacket, too zoomed in - though eventually he pulls far enough away from the device that his whole body is in view. It must be on a ledge or floating or something, as he's obviously not holding it. He's in the garden, near a relatively large area of freshly turned earth and noticeably empty of the brightly-colored flowers surrounding it.]
[Curiously enough, he possesses not one but two halos: one, legitimately glowing upon his head, and two, a tinsel halo held up with headband. The glowing halo's on top. The weariness in his eyes the past few days is noticeably gone, and there's a kind of spring in his step.]
Although Jesus was not actually born on December 25 - rather that the day was adopted to ease conversion from pagan regions given that Saturnalia and Yule also fell around this date - any day to celebrate the Lord's blessings to his chosen people is a good one. However, I feel that we are missing a key element to any traditional Christmas celebration despite the obvious fact the Barge is not at all traditional. In light of our various dramas and celebrations, we should bring as much of our cultures with us as we can, at least the parts that suggest we be good to other people.
[This being said, he walks away from the device and draws sigil in the dirt with the tip of his finger. Then with one hand hovering above the dirt, he intones in harsh latin syllables that make thunder rumble from nowhere and no small amount of static to interrupt the transmission.]
[He finishes with a flourish, and then a full-grown and not-unimpressive pine tree spouts from the empty Earth. It's a good size for a Christmas tree, slightly taller than Castiel and looking rather healthy. The angel steps back, looking pleased with himself. When he touches the various newly-made pines, they glow with a soft light until the whole tree is sparkling in the barge snowfall.]
I am aware not all religions require a large evergreen conifer as part of their celebration, however, in my reading I was not sure if reference to a 'Hannukkah bush' was sarcastic or true.
( GIFTS!! Private to the Admiral. Gifts are for: Richie, Dean, Aya, Leslie, Kay, Wanda, Lia, Buffy, Lua. )
[Curiously enough, he possesses not one but two halos: one, legitimately glowing upon his head, and two, a tinsel halo held up with headband. The glowing halo's on top. The weariness in his eyes the past few days is noticeably gone, and there's a kind of spring in his step.]
Although Jesus was not actually born on December 25 - rather that the day was adopted to ease conversion from pagan regions given that Saturnalia and Yule also fell around this date - any day to celebrate the Lord's blessings to his chosen people is a good one. However, I feel that we are missing a key element to any traditional Christmas celebration despite the obvious fact the Barge is not at all traditional. In light of our various dramas and celebrations, we should bring as much of our cultures with us as we can, at least the parts that suggest we be good to other people.
[This being said, he walks away from the device and draws sigil in the dirt with the tip of his finger. Then with one hand hovering above the dirt, he intones in harsh latin syllables that make thunder rumble from nowhere and no small amount of static to interrupt the transmission.]
[He finishes with a flourish, and then a full-grown and not-unimpressive pine tree spouts from the empty Earth. It's a good size for a Christmas tree, slightly taller than Castiel and looking rather healthy. The angel steps back, looking pleased with himself. When he touches the various newly-made pines, they glow with a soft light until the whole tree is sparkling in the barge snowfall.]
I am aware not all religions require a large evergreen conifer as part of their celebration, however, in my reading I was not sure if reference to a 'Hannukkah bush' was sarcastic or true.
( GIFTS!! Private to the Admiral. Gifts are for: Richie, Dean, Aya, Leslie, Kay, Wanda, Lia, Buffy, Lua. )
[The video opens with a burst of static. After a second, it lowers itself to vaguely tolerable white noise. The video is still entirely static, though Castiel's voice can be heard above the drone - low and pained, emotional where he's usually expressionless.]
You don't exist. Angels don't have souls. You are just an effect of this place is having on me. The strength of the magic to affect an angel...
[A pause. The static and white noise clears. The video reveals... fingers. He may have turned it on by accident. He fidgers with it, and now you can see his face! Which looks haggard and awful, by the way. He turns away from the camera, staring at something unseen. Every few seconds, his whole surroundings shift, like he's teleporting every others step. He keeps looking over his shoulder, checking for his pursues. Eventually he steps and stares back at them with haunted eyes.]
What I did to you....I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I....I was so dumb, and foolish, and stupid, choking on my own ego... I deserve to die. I deserve oblivion. I know! But I keep... I keep coming back. He wants me for something, don't you understand? How can I be expected to do something if you're still here?
[The video drops into white noise and static again. Castiel's voice sounds like a ragged pant. Even though video's gone, his voice is clear.]
That isn't true. That isn't the case and you know it. You know it. Father can't be wrong. He gave the planet to them. He loved them and they loved Him. And what they did, they did for love of Him. And what I did, I did for love of Him! To find Him, and to save them.....
But...
You're wrong! I know you're wrong! I know it like I know He is there!
I know, I know....
[For a second, the video returns despite the loud static. Castiel looks focused, a cold kind of discipline in his eye. Then, the white noise becomes an unbearable whine before the transmission abruptly ends.]
[SPAM]
[Castiel looks a little drunk - spending half his time staggering around and the other half taking long, flying steps. Occasionally, he looks over his shoulder and shouts things in a mixture of language - English, Aramaic, Enochian, Italian. What feels like static electricity is radiating off him. He's pacing around the hotel, never staying in one spot for long. Whenever he does see another creature, though, he looks like a deer in headlights.]
((OOC: Castiel broke his communicator, so he won't be able to reply to any communications for a while. Spam away!))
You don't exist. Angels don't have souls. You are just an effect of this place is having on me. The strength of the magic to affect an angel...
[A pause. The static and white noise clears. The video reveals... fingers. He may have turned it on by accident. He fidgers with it, and now you can see his face! Which looks haggard and awful, by the way. He turns away from the camera, staring at something unseen. Every few seconds, his whole surroundings shift, like he's teleporting every others step. He keeps looking over his shoulder, checking for his pursues. Eventually he steps and stares back at them with haunted eyes.]
What I did to you....I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I....I was so dumb, and foolish, and stupid, choking on my own ego... I deserve to die. I deserve oblivion. I know! But I keep... I keep coming back. He wants me for something, don't you understand? How can I be expected to do something if you're still here?
[The video drops into white noise and static again. Castiel's voice sounds like a ragged pant. Even though video's gone, his voice is clear.]
That isn't true. That isn't the case and you know it. You know it. Father can't be wrong. He gave the planet to them. He loved them and they loved Him. And what they did, they did for love of Him. And what I did, I did for love of Him! To find Him, and to save them.....
But...
You're wrong! I know you're wrong! I know it like I know He is there!
I know, I know....
[For a second, the video returns despite the loud static. Castiel looks focused, a cold kind of discipline in his eye. Then, the white noise becomes an unbearable whine before the transmission abruptly ends.]
[SPAM]
[Castiel looks a little drunk - spending half his time staggering around and the other half taking long, flying steps. Occasionally, he looks over his shoulder and shouts things in a mixture of language - English, Aramaic, Enochian, Italian. What feels like static electricity is radiating off him. He's pacing around the hotel, never staying in one spot for long. Whenever he does see another creature, though, he looks like a deer in headlights.]
((OOC: Castiel broke his communicator, so he won't be able to reply to any communications for a while. Spam away!))
