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Leviathans, Pt 1

Date & Time: July 13 - 20
Location: Various locations
Characters: Levi!Castiel and you!
Summary: As detailed in this OOC announcement, Castiel returns home with some additional baggage, some of which he's offloaded onto others -- an elf, a troll, various others in this dystopian world. Now, this Leviathan is off to visit some friends.
Warnings: Creepy leviathan behavior, violence, language.

[ There is a soft patter of liquid dripping off Castiel's sodden overcoat, a trickle of oily black liquid trailing down from inside his sleeve through the curve of his palm, collecting at the tip of his thumb and... with no place else to go, it falls into a growing puddle at his feet.

He's weary from expelling the others from the angel, thought that for a moment he would have exploded entirely but he held on miraculously. What damage that had already been done was healing itself, albeit slowly, and now he looks every bit like a sick, oil-covered and dazed angel. His clothes are stained with blood -- all of it belonging to innocent lives lost while the angel was drunk on souls and believing so badly that he could fix everything -- waterlogged and pulses of black liquid spreading beneath his skin as the Leviathan swam through his veins. Otherwise, he looked the part of Castiel... except the angel is dead, or close enough to it to pose no threat. And perhaps serve as a convenient snack when his time came.

Weariness could only be combated with food, not rest, and for now his largest priorities were to get in touch with the others, to learn what insight they had gathered from their new shapes... and a few of the people this angel once sought to protect and heal. There was a clinic, the angel's closest companions and numerous others who were easy pickings, and nothing quite stirred the appetite like seeing recognition and abject horror coming from a potential first course. ]

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[ Castiel once made thinly-veiled attempts at social interaction, often with unintentionally comical results... reading something directly related to something she may have commented on, with genuine interest or sarcasm. Or by hanging around wherever she may be until she pretended to notice and engage in conversation. Or just by venturing into that uncertain territory known as socializing.

Needless to say, conversation wasn't exactly Castiel's strong suit, it wasn't something he attempted often unless absolutely necessary... but when it came to old friends, he made more of an effort.

He would have been strangely flattered to realize that he was missed. That is, he would have been if it were not for the Leviathan occupying his vessel and pushing him effectively so deep under, he might as well not exist at all. ]

Shinigami...

[ He tastes the word as it's spoken, eyes pointing to the sky as a trickle of black oil runs down from his hairline down the side of his face. His voice has a distant tremor, like two voice speaking almost perfectly in unison. His voice will soon return to normal, but he is still fitting into his vessel, one that is still weak. His mouth twists into half a smile, as if he hasn't quite mastered the expression yet. ]

This one knows you.

[Yoruichi enjoys Castiel's company in general, but his attempts at subtlety are a distinct part of his charm. Sometimes she humors him, but more often than not she calls him out with distinct glee, enjoying his awkward attempts at deflection.]

[But now, her eyes are wide with momentary shock as the Leviathan appears in front of her, wet and dirty and covered in splatters of blood, twisting Castiel's features into a sly, hungry expression that she knew in her heart he would never make...especially not towards her.]

This one sounds more awkward than usual.

[Despite her flippant response, she's careful to stay out of reach, growing alarm cutting through the fog of her worry and confusion at her friend's state.]

What the hell happened to you?

[She wants to bite back the words as soon as they escape; she may not want to believe it, but Yoruichi has never made a habit to lie to herself or doubt her own senses. That awful spiritual energy she'd sensed...was coming from Castiel himself.]

[That considered...maybe the question wasn't such a useless one after all.]

[ Those interactions are a distant memory, coming back to him after so much time has passed of remembering nothing of his time in Attollo and Exsilium. Castiel would have been fond of them if he was able to, even if they had been annoying at the time.

The thing possessing his vessel, however, considers the closeness of their friendship to be nothing more than dinner entertainment. And just to add further discomfort to the situation, Leviathan throws back his head and laughs hard enough to require a sigh of relief as the fit runs its course. ]

Afraid Cas bit off more than he could chew.

[ Leviathan's answer is cryptic, but he at least expands on the subject of the thing the shinigami can sense swimming around under Castiel's skin. ]

...He's lost -- dead. We're in control now.

[Even if she'd suspected the answer, hearing it out loud still hits her like a punch in the chest. Lost? Dead? It's impossible to accept, even with the evidence screaming at every sense she has.]

[Her eyes narrow, disgusted at how much this creature seems to relish telling her that her friend is gone. One fist clenches at her side, but she manages to keep her voice steady.]

Castiel wouldn't go down that easily. Not to something as vile as you.

[Despite his naivete, he is a formidable fighter, his vast power often in stark contrast to social inexperience. However, that very naivete can't be dismissed, especially the way the creature had phrased its answer; Yoruichi could absolutely see Castiel in all his stubborn earnestness, getting in over his head.]

[Still, given how strong Cas is...the idea of something overpowering him isn't just dismaying...it's terrifying.]

[She's simply biding time now, delicately probing to see if it's really true, if there really is nothing left of Castiel in there. It's difficult, and she'd like nothing more than to shy away from the filth roiling about in the creature's energy, but she presses on, refusing to give up on him just on this thing's word alone.]

[It's nothing, she thinks, that Castiel wouldn't do for her.]

[ Unlike the angel, Leviathan have something of a poker face. At least this one does. He laughs, feigning amusement at what surely is denial he's facing. ]

I know, such a disappointing end for some holier-than-thou creature. But we swallowed him whole just as easily as anything else.

[ The fact that Leviathan can overpower angels -- easily, at that -- offers up plenty of good reasons to fear them, particularly among those who know the abilities Castiel has at his disposal. But in this world, Castiel's memories of others here has transferred to the Leviathan. And the only reason they haven't practically taken over by now is because these are just humans they are dealing with.

But despite the easy lie that comes from the Leviathan and the state Castiel appears to be in. Yoruichi's familiarity with Castiel gives her the faintest sense that he's still in there somewhere. Somewhere deep and dark, and entirely overpowered by the polluted thing inhabiting his vessel. ]

...Huh. [ The Leviathan cocks his head to the side, squinting at her. ] You're nosing around where you shouldn't be. What else can you do that he hasn't already revealed to us?

[The fact that the Leviathan has implied that it's absorbed all of Castiel's knowledge is also alarming, but it looks like her habit of keeping things close to her chest is serving her well once again. This, at least, is an advantage she doesn't plan on wasting.]

Now why would I tell you that?

[Said carelessly, as she unbuttons her jacket, tossing it aside. It's slim fitting like all her clothing, but she still doesn't want it getting in the way. There's no getting out of this without a fight, and considering what he's done to her friend, she doesn't exactly want to. Her stance shifts slightly, ready to move or react in any direction.]

You may be a better liar than he is, but now I know he's in there.

[She shrugs, a faint smirk not hiding the cold anger in her eyes. Her voice raises in volume, sharp and urgent, hoping against everything that her voice will reach past all that ooze she senses pressing him down.]

Castiel, there's something disgusting stuck to you. If you won't get rid of it yourself, I'll just have to beat you until it lets go.

[ Seeing her strip off the jacket draws a smug smile across his lips as he lifts his hands to a stained and twisted necktie and begins to loosen it's knot. The large and cumbersome overcoat -- once a dingy beige -- is soon swept off his shoulders and thrown to the side.

Many could pose a challenge here, thanks to their special weapons. But this one knows from personal experience that there is more to Yoruichi than her pranks and prancing around as a feline. That she is herself a fair match against angels. And in his weakened, hungry state... a challenge for Leviathan such as he. ]

Maybe because this one is a good friend of yours. Because you would not see him too heavily harmed... no matter the cause.

[ The smile draws wider, toothy and mocking -- would you see Castiel beaten to a pulp? ]

[As expected, there's no response from her friend, and no change in the energy she senses overpowering Castiel's own. Still, she can't help the faint twinge of disappointment.]

You think so?

[Her voice is still careless, and she sounds remarkably unfazed at the idea of injuring Castiel's body. She isn't, of course, but she won't let that thing know if she can help it.]

They can bring people back to life here, so I'm sure they can fix any damage I inflict.

Any soldier learns to deal with pain. He's a sturdy boy--I'm sure he can take it.

[ Castiel is powerless, not dead but definitely out of reach. ]

Is that so?

[ Return the dead to life? Sounds like an all-you-can-eat buffet for Leviathans, and none of the impact to the population. ]

He is sturdy, I'll give you that... but he was no match for us. What makes you think you stand a chance?

That would be telling.

[And really, that's enough talking for now. She shoots forward, drawing back a fist to punch him right in the face.]

[In all honesty, she has no idea if she's any sort of match for this creature. But that's not going to stop her from trying.]

[ The punch sends him staggering back, half turned and twisted away from the force of the blow. But his shoulders shudder in laughter and when he turns around, he's smiling through black stains of whatever he bleeds now. ]

Oh, this is going to be fun.

[ He surges forward, driving his hand toward her torso to aim a punch deep enough to gut any normal human, but this is Yoruichi we're talking about here... and thanks to the knowledge gleaned from Cas, he knows he can expect some entertainment from her. ]

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