Leviathans, Pt 1

[gone_darkside]

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. ]

Comments

[yourdistraction]

[ Well, all Transports look out of place! But this is...very off, she would have to be as big a fool as Fenris claims her to be to not feel that. She should try to help, though, shouldn't she? ]

We? [ Yep, this is getting grossly familiar. ] Oh, well it's a term of...respect! I've heard sir here, too, is that more appropriate? I was just... I was wondering if you were all right.

haha get it, lend a hand... cuz he'll eat it (omg don't listen to me before coffee)

[gone_darkside]

[ How very polite. Which is of zero use to Leviathan and therefore no value added whatsoever, but she appears such a small thing... and easy pickings as far as appearances are concerned. ]

Oh, oh no. As you can see, this messere is very sick.

[ Something about his tone hints at something insincere. Almost mocking. ]

Perhaps you could... lend a hand?

oh god aslksadfj merrill keep your hands inside the ride at all times

[yourdistraction]

[ Yeah, she doesn't want to be here right now. At the same time, it might be irresponsible to just leave it...if it would even let her. What Would Hawke Do? ]

What is it you need?

work week sucks for tagging /sob

[gone_darkside]

[ He struggles forward, one leg not seeming to function as it should... and it's hard to tell from the black pants, but it appears torn and wet where the knee would be. ]

Nothing much. An offered arm, a shoulder --

[ He beckons the girl closer, and yup, that sure is a creepy smile he's wearing. ]

[yourdistraction]

[ In that case, Merrill will stealthily remove her staff with her right hand (don't want it smacking against him, right?) and use it for balance while offering out her left arm and shoulder. She's not like Fenris, and won't assume every situation like this must turn out bad. ]

Here you get.

unfortunately I don't have an icon for this ;_;

[gone_darkside]

[ Poor Merrill. There are times when being too-trusting and not suspicious can result in bad things.

The moment the arm is offered, there is a strange rattling sound that grows louder, particularly the moment his face splits impossibly open to transform into a large mouth filled with razor-sharp teeth and a large, forked and whip-like tongue.

There is a brief moment of hissing before he lunges toward her, teeth snapping. ]

[yourdistraction]

What...!

[ Some part of her had been suspicious enough to want to keep a firm grip on her staff, and it's a good thing, because the moment he lunges she's able to try to jerk her other arm out of the way and swing with all her might.

It won't stop sharp teeth from finding her left arm before she can move it, but ideally the chainmail can help from normal teeth! Either way, she's hoping the force of the staff knocking against his head can give her a moment to catch a breather and cast a spell. A demon, well, at least there's nobody around to tell her 'I told you so'. ]

[gone_darkside]

[ Teeth scrape against the chainmail, snagging along the links and sending a few points of light sparking off the metal. It snaps uselessly against it, but there is a strength behind the bite, the kind that can crush if it gets a good hold. Thankfully, it hadn't.

The staff bats the leviathan back, causing him to stagger in his weakened state. When he rises, his head has restored it's shape, and he wipes a hand over his mouth. After a moment, he laughs and gives a quick shrug. ]

Well, I did ask!