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

[gone_darkside]

[ Leviathan can be pretty judgmental, having an appreciation for useful things, particularly of the living sort if only because assuming their shape gives them the extent of their knowledge and add it to their own. This makes them incredibly adaptable, but they are also just as set in their ways.

And yes, this includes fashion tastes. ]

Hello, brother.

[ Comes a voice from behind, Castiel has apparently gained more of his composure, but black stains darken his overcoat and clothes still -- red and black. It would raise questions, but he has limited his appearances and this angel's body permits him access that would have otherwise been closed to him. Like teleporting behind Eridan's possessed body without warning, for example. ]

[caligulas_aquarium]

[He recognizes that presence, of both a vessel once shared and his brethren residing within. The voice is familiar, of course, but much less important compared to feeling the arrival of another of his kind. Nobody around here really knows Eridan or the company he keeps, so he's not too shy of just turning to address "Castiel".]

Brother.

[Said quickly, as a greeting more than anything.]

It's good to see the Angel adjusted to you well enough.

[a.k.a you didn't explode always a good sign]

[gone_darkside]

[ He smirks down at his body, tugging at the lapels of his overcoat. ]

By all outer appearances, he seems a fragile thing. It would appear we haven't worn this one out yet.

[ "Castiel" furrows his brows as he looks at the other possessed, recognizing him for his kind that the angel had encountered here in Exsilium, and in Attollo. ]

From what this one knows of... trolls -- They're no slouch in that department either. Sounds useful.

[ Unlike the angel, this Leviathan doesn't appear to have much difficulty adopting slang. ]

[caligulas_aquarium]

Well...you're right on that one. It's much better than having to take on a human.

[Plus considering Eridan is already an aggressive sort of person, he's free to snap at people and not have them question him for it as unusual.]

Plus, I suppose he has his perks. I should be grateful.

[Hope powers man, pretty dangerous.]

Did you run into any trouble so far?

[gone_darkside]

Nothing I couldn't handle. [ At least so far. ]

You? You seem undamaged... and thankfully not like one of the other idiots who are making a huge ruckus about our arrival.

One could almost be grateful that this is a war zone and no stranger to all manner of alien life.

[caligulas_aquarium]

I'm doing my best to keep a low profile.

[Not exactly common for them to be sensible, but then out of most leviathans that focus too much on their single-minded hunger and how best to satiate it, there had to be a few smart ones, right?

Though, granted, the need to scratch that itch pains him all the same.]

If anything happens, we'd benefit from any kind of advantage at all. I think making my presence unknown until necessary counts as one.

I'd rather not find myself contained again - or worse.

work loves to ruin my tagging streak

[gone_darkside]

Good. [ The smile turns sour, because it reminds him that it's not quite so simple a matter of just keeping a low profile. Not when there are those who would look for someone fitting your description to a T. ]

It's bad enough I have to take care of a few loose ends. Dean Winchester and his brother Sam among them.

...What does your troll know about them?

no worries! o/

[caligulas_aquarium]

He's only vaguely acquainted with Sam - never spoken to Dean.

But he's so self righteous about his morals he wouldn't engage in petty thievery on one of the missions the initiative sent them on when the troll tried to convince him to.

[His tone almost carries slight disbelief to it, mixed with disgust.]

So I doubt there'd be much difficulty in appealing to that one's bleeding heart. Worse comes to worst, you could probably drag me along to a confrontation and pretend I'm a hostage or something - he'd probably back off since this vessel's just a kid. Maybe Dean would too if his brother tries to convince him.

[gone_darkside]

Perhaps. [ A smile twitches at the corner of his mouth. ] Wouldn't that be fun? See the brothers sort out their desire to hunt when faced with a child?

[ Dean in particular seems to have a soft spot for children... now he's wondering if he shouldn't just assume the shape of one more often. It will at least avoid nasty results like his encounter with Dean will end in. ]