EVENT: HERE THERE BE MONSTERS

[initiatesnpc]

Date & Time: October 24 - October 31
Location: Throughout Exsilium
Characters: ALL; tag yourselves in
Summary: The Transports return from their mission to find the island crawling with monsters.
Warnings: Violence, possibly injuries (notify a mod if there's cause to add a particular warning!)

The Transports return from their mission to Medieval Russia, but the Initiative Hold is eerily deserted. Normally, their would be a number of Initiative personnel prepared to meet the Transports at the end of their mission for debriefing.

Instead, there is only silence.

That is, until a distant thumping sound can be heard. It is growing closer, and suddenly the beast is bursting into the room. It lets out a roar and charges. Within minutes, it is easily defeated, but damage has already been done -- it collided with the Transporter machine, which is now making a low fizzling sound and lets off a couple sparks. The commotion is enough to draw the attention of the few remaining Initiative personnel who still inhabit the Hold, who arrive immediately afterwards. They are able to tell the Transports two things: that the machine is broken and currently unable to sent anyone back in time, and that the island has been overrun with aggressive, mutated beasts sent by the United Earth. They have been under siege for months, with the island's population reduced to a mere fraction of what it had once been.

Comments

[strongeralone]

[That bothers him; Dean knows how to call for him? What the hell does that mean? But as much as he hates to admit it, he's right. They have to get out of here. And he needs some proper patching up before he heads back out here; and he has every intention to do so.

He's going to keep his boys safe. Even if it means taking on each and every one of these fuckers all on his own.]

Move your ass.

[Because clearly the angel is the one causing the hold up. With his gun at the ready in his good hand, he gets moving.]

[gained_a_level]

Very well.

[ Facing the hunter, Cas gives a firm nod. He's used to his son giving out the same gruff demands, likely having learned from his father... and doesn't question it when John does likewise. Instead, he considers it consent to proceed, to get them the hell out of here.

The angel extends his hand -- fore and middle fingers stretching out to touch his forehead, both with the intention of mending John's wounds and taking them both out of harm's reach to the tunnels below. Without a suggested destination, this is the safest location Cas can think of. ]

[strongeralone]

[He was definitely not giving consent to that, heck he didn't even know the angel was capable of it, or what it even is.

All he knows is that one moment fingers were creepily stretched at his face, and the next moment it's darker, stuffier. He backs away, staggering as his eyes struggle to adjust to the change of light. His gun is pointed directly at the angel, as pointless as he knows it to be. The fact that the pain has faded away from his shoulder is lost on his for the moment, thanks to the rush of adrenaline coursing through him.]

What the hell did you do?!

[gained_a_level]

[ For a moment, the angel looks pleased with himself, but the look is wiped away once the click of a raised gun held at the ready -- and right in his face. It's dark, it likely goes unseen, but by the time John's eyes adjust to the dim light of the tunnel, blue eyes are fixed on the weapon.

Very slowly, the angel lifts his eyes and replies: ]

I healed you, brought you to a safe location... [ His head takes a curious tilt. ] Do you really think I would rescue you only to do you more harm?

[strongeralone]

[Truth be told, he doesn't know what to think anymore and he has no idea how to deal with it. He was always certain of what was right and what was wrong, even when the decision was difficult. But now...now he finds himself lost.

What is the right answer? Is Castiel friend or foe? How can he know for sure, how can he afford to even try to trust him, when the price could be Dean and Sam? How can he put his foot down when Dean already made it perfectly clear he would choose the angel? All that accomplished him was being out of his son's life, unable to stand by him, protect him.

This may be the greatest foe he ever faced.]

I donno what the fuck you did here but you've got 30 seconds to explain yourself. Go.

[gained_a_level]

[ Castiel had once thought Dean was unpredictable, unruly... rebellious without much of a reason to be, especially in his dealings with angels. But that was when Cas believed that Heaven was just and right and incorruptible.

Now he knows better, and knows where Dean gets his temper. ]

I... fail to see how my explanation was inadequate.

[ He healed John and delivered him from danger. What part of this escapes his understanding? ]

Was there a particular point in my explanation that was unclear, or do you still question what I am?

[strongeralone]

[Of course he would fail to see that. Because what the fuck could be unclear about someone just healing him and transporting him out of the fucking blue.

He hasn't hated anyone who hasn't brought any harm to him or his loved ones personally in a while. One day -- one day he'll get to wipe that stupid expression off his face -- what a glorious day that would be.

He grits his teeth; he's not going to get his answers here, and he promised Dean not to blow him away unless he hurt someone.

Unfortunately, he hasn't broken that condition just yet.

The gun is waved clearly in front of him.]

Stay. Away from me.

[He starts walking away. Back up there for another round of God-knows-how-he'll-get-out-of-this-mess. Because it's true; he has been healed. And that means he can get himself hurt again.]

[gained_a_level]

[ Blue eyes do not flick down to the gun a second time. It poses no threat to him, and all he can do is stare intently at the elder hunter, brow creasing as he tries to reason out what was agitating John this time.

The moment John tells him to stay away, the angel lowers his eyes and casts his gaze somewhere on the stony roughly hewn floor, and promptly disappears to the distant sound of feathered wings. Without a word and just obeying as quickly as the order is given.

But in that one glance away, it's clear that the angel regrets. Not in saving Dean's father, but that even after saving him, after restoring his strength and keeping him safe from harm, he cannot earn his trust. So he departs and remains hidden, in case the hunter should find himself once again in need of help. ]