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Who: Brigid
When: Day 121
Where: The Tunnels
What: Catch-all log for Brigid

OOC: Brigid will be around the pack for most of the time. However, she has plans with Raphael, the pack, and a few others. Tag in, with a general time that you want her, and I will hit everyone back.

Note: She entered the tunnels with the following things:

- Her bag
- Her makeshift cane
- The book that she came back to the cape with
- Pens/pencils/paper
- Flashlight

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Brigid is really tired of losing the group. This wouldn't happen if they just had their senses back. Sighing, she slips on the stone floor, her can skittering against an unevenness in the ground.

She hears a noise and yelps, jumping and hitting the wall. Her cane is jarred from her hand and falls. "Shoot!" Brigid hisses, trying to reach for it. Her leg is really hurting, from being in the tunnels all day.

"I wasn't. But then Stiles bounced ahead and I think Derek went after him and I haven't seen Isaac in forever and..." Brigid sighs, sliding down the wall. "Sorry. Could you get my cane for me?"

It takes him a second to search the ground with his light, soon finding the cane and picking it up for her. Walking over, he holds it out so she can take it. She shouldn't be alone, especially down here. Sam might not exactly know her, but that doesn't mean he's just going to walk off and leave her alone.

"Here. Sorry about that," he sounds a little sheepish about startling her so badly. "I wasn't trying to sneak up on you. My name's Sam."

She offers her hand for a handshake. She can pull herself up. But, Brigid wants to take a moment and rest. "Brigid. It's nice to meet you." Sighing, she uses the cane and forces herself up.

Her leg aches and she wants to crawl into a hot shower and then a bed for a week.

"There's no need to apologize. I don't know how humans do it, being blind and deaf." She shakes her head. "I feel like half my head's been cut off." She wants to be able to smell and hear and know things again. It's something she relies on, beyond all reason.

Maybe she should learn how to work without her senses, but she's never been without them. "Are you alright?"

He shakes her hand, eyes giving her a once over to check for injuries. She seems more worn out than anything, and he takes up a spot beside her against the wall, not sitting but leaning against it.

"So, you've got some super powered senses of your own, huh? Seems like everyone's running into trouble down here." He muses on this for a moment before clearing his throat, casting a look down at her. "I'm good. Ready to find a way out of here, kind of wish I'd stayed behind where it wasn't so cramped."

He's half joking, since it will be a cold day in hell before he lets his brother venture into a mysterious tunnel system without him by his side. Still, it's hard not to at least miss seeing the sky.

She sighs. "St. Raphael took my spare light and some poor blue woman took my sweatshirt." Because they hadn't been prepared for the tunnels, either. Then again, Brigid hadn't expected not to be able to get out.

"If this were the full moon, I doubt they could take our powers so thoroughly." Brigid mutters. She wishes it was the full moon. She wants the flush of power, controlled, but still there. Brigid just wants to move without pain or stiffness.

"You do know there's no way back, right?" She asks. "The tunnels collapsed behind us."

The mention of Raphael definitely has his attention. He's not sure who the 'blue woman' is, but surely he'll run into her at some point, either down here or on the other side.

"You ran into Raphael?" He glances behind them, a reflex, as if the angel will appear at the mention of his name. Sam knows he can't, but that doesn't keep him from looking anyway. "Is he with the other angels?"

Angel powers or no, Sam is definitely giving them some space.

"Yeah, I know. I think it happened after everyone managed to get down here."

She sighs. Why does everyone insist on being so familiar with the ARCHANGELS?!

It's enough to make her fear smiting just by standing near them!

"He's Saint Raphael." She says, though she doubts it will do any good at all. It never does. "And he mentioned being with his brothers, yes." Brigid shakes her head. "Do you show disrespect to everyone or is it just religious figures?"

The question is a touch more bitter than she had planned, but she's tired of having everything she believes almost openly mocked.

He quirks an eyebrow up at that. Sometimes, it's easy to forget that the angels have people who actually have faith in them, who haven't experienced just how dickish they can be.

Or maybe she has,and just assumes that's expected.

"I've got some history with the angels. Most of it pretty rough. Might wanna keep that in mind before you jump to assumptions." He says this without any hints of irritation or upset - he knows she isn't familiar with his history, and to an outsider yeah, he looks disrespectful. His family has been screwed over too much by those from Heaven. "I take it you're religious then?"

"I'm Catholic, yes." She self-consciously fiddles with the crucifix at her throat. "But Angels are not meant to be kind." Brigid feels like she has this conversation with everyone. More people should read the Bible.

Brigid huffs out a sigh. "Please, understand, I'm not trying to diminish your experiences. I just find it uncomfortable to be so familiar with the Hands of God. It's disrespectful at least and close to blaspheme at most."

She understands that her faith is not everyone else's. Brigid does understand that. But while she respects other people, it just feels as if others do not respect her.

"I should find the rest of the pack." Yes, pack.

Sam had always believed in angels, and at one point in his life he would pray. This was before he had the chance to actually meet an angel face to face. Never really religious, but spiritual.

He'd been a little naive about them, he's able to admit that now. He can understand where she's coming from.

"I understand. Trust me, if you'd experienced what I have..." and it's too long of a story to get in to, and besides. She didn't ask, and he isn't exactly comfortable discussing his past in general. "Just find it hard to respect them after the things I've seen them do, that's all."

He nods, a hand pushing his hair out of his face. "Right. You gonna be okay on your own, then?"

She still prays... or did. Until St. Gabriel had yelled at her about praying too loudly. Brigid tends to keep it to herself these days.

Her head cocks to the side and she wishes she had her actual senses, so that maybe she could understand what he's talking about.

"Angels in the Bible weren't kind, nor gentle. There were places where they could be, but they did slaughter a lot of innocent children as punishment once." Brigid knows her Bible, and it's why she'd been so taken aback when St. Gabriel had yelled at her.

"I should be. The Alpha probably isn't far away and Stiles... well, he's better off down here than any of us. He's used to being blind, deaf and nose-dumb." Brigid wrinkles her nose. "Sorry, nothing against humans, but when you lose half of your abilities, it gets annoying."

She has a point, and Sam had been too naive about angels before he'd actually encountered them. Something he's since rectified, but sometimes he wishes he could still believe in them like he used to. Believed they were there to help.

"It's fine, I get it." He offers her a half smile. It's hard to be separated from those he knows and trusts. Sam's just a stranger to her, so he can't really blame her. "Be careful, okay?"

He might not know her, but that doesn't mean he wants her to be hurt or worse down here. Especially since she has senses that are normally blocked. It's times like this he's thankful to be human without those extra abilities - he doesn't have to worry about being rendered virtually blind.

"I'll be fine." She knows that. She'd say she has a guardian angel, but she'd already ran into St. Raphael down here and he's just as blind as she is.

Sighing, she shifts her stance. "You be careful as well. The people who grabbed us haven't been very altruistic to begin with."

And these tunnels can't be that helpful.

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