Catch-all Tunnel Log

[servingmichael]

Who: Raphael and Open
When: Day 121
Where: The tunnels
What: Failing all over the place
Notes: If you want something specific, just let me know.

Stane, some other warning, and then Gabriel had disappeared - Raphael hadn't wasted time in going to Michael and pointing out they needed to go - if it was an escape, then they could retrieve Gabriel.

They just hadn't know the tunnels bore complications.

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[tryingitall]

Balthazar's first instinct is to dig in his heels and refuse to go. He's comfortable here, dammit! He's got a garden, and work that doesn't involve killing things, a drink here and there, and friends...

More importantly, what if Anna comes back? Or Riley?

It's this train of thought that causes him to realize Gabriel's vanished, and that really sends him into a tailspin. By the time Rat contacts him via communicator, he's broken some furniture and one of the windows. The human contact, though (really, the human contact) shakes him out of the state of self-indulgent rage. There are still people to look after.

In a flurry of activity, he shoves a large jar of water, a box of stale crackers, and the handful of ripe squashes on his plants into a pillowcase, ties it off, and heads toward the tunnel. He has no idea his own siblings will be stripped of power and needing the nourishment, but he has no doubt someone will be glad he salvaged a little something from House 11 before it fell down for good.

[servingmichael]

Raphael had had his own tantrum over Gabriel being missing - part of the forest bore those marks, but ultimately fear over ruled and he'd flown quickly around to count heads before approaching Michael.

Still he hadn't thought about powers now working, so he hadn't taken anything with him that he didn't normally carry. But with Michael having to manhandle Lucifer, Raphael was gathering up the others at the entrance.

"What's that for?" The pillowcase.

[tryingitall]

"Emergencies," he says grimly, holding the makeshift bag close. "Water, and a little food. We'll be all right, but the humans might not."

And he can't make provisions out of thin air the way archangels can. "It's a safe bet someone will want water, at least."

[servingmichael]

"Good planning." He hadn't thought about it - because he could conjure from thin air. He wasn't prepared for the tunnels.

"Likely they will. It depends on how long we are in them." He assumed at least as long as it took to walk to the forest, but they didn't know how long they went on.

[tryingitall]

"I'm afraid I'm not completely confident we'll ever leave them," he admits, but he doesn't seem too reluctant to try anyway. It's not like there's much to stay for in the Cape, with everything falling down around them.

Plus, he broke the couch in his fit of temper.

"If I were good at planning, I'd have had more than one jar. We'll do our best."

[noblexcompanion]

Donna started her tunnel adventure of doom with Fortescue and Rat but somewhere along the way she's been separated from them. It isn't as though she's alone in the tunnel though, so that initial panic and fear has waned slightly, though there's still the fear that the entire tunnel could come down and bury them all alive.

She pauses to take a drink from one of the bottles of water she brought along with her.

[servingmichael]

Raphael's managed to get a flashlight from Brigid, that helps, but his suit is still scuffed a bit from him tripping, and he looks a bit sweaty. It's also the only supplies he is carrying.

"Donna?" It's a question, him seeing her out of the corner of his eye. He misses his Grace.

[noblexcompanion]

And suddenly being in the tunnels is a hundred times scarier. She has no problems with Raphael, aside from the fact that he terrifies her. He leaves her with fear that would make a lesser person pee their pants.

"Raphael?" She caps the bottle and holds it steady in her hands. "The angels not taking a short-cut?" Sorry, Raphael, she doesn't realise it's a sore point - honest!

[servingmichael]

To be fair - that's the kind of fear he is supposed to inspire. Most terrifying weapons indeed.

"Yes." He huffs out a breath and rubs his face, wiping the sweat away. "Seems the tunnel clipped our wings." And...everything else. And angels didn't normally walk.

[noblexcompanion]

Heaven should be run by puppies. Puppies are cute and not terrifying. Still, Donna makes nice with Raphael because her fear is no excuse to be a rude bitch unless he gives her reason to be.

"You want a drink?" She offers the bottle to him. She doesn't have cooties.

[any1youwant]

Mystique had entered the tunnels completely unprepared. She'd been lured in by the possibility of facing their captors, and naturally making them pay for what they'd done. The possibility that this meant escape was also at the forefront of her mind.

Hours later, she was still stumbling through the darkness, naked and without a flashlight or her powers. All she had was her knife, and she was starting to feel a real sense of desperation sink in. When she saw a light waving around the tunnels she locked on to it, sneaking silently closer. She wasn't sure who it was or what supplies they might have, but she was going to find out.

[servingmichael]

Raphael at least had a flashlight from Brigid, otherwise he was even worse off. But he had his sword still (though it was hidden), so he wasn't helpless. Still, Raphael was a bit battered and bruised by now, as well as dirty - and he'd fallen behind his brothers, though he was sure they were still within shouting distance.

[any1youwant]

She quickly crouched down, her abilities were less than half of her true talent and her rigorous training allowed her to creep along almost silently.

She moved and waited, moved and waited, until she felt she was close enough that she'd be able to manage a strike with her knife if the man didn't do what she wanted him to.

Standing up, she cleared her throat to get his attention, knife fully brandished, standing slightly behind him unabashedly naked and very cut up.

"Do you have water? Food? I need them. Now."

[servingmichael]

Raphael might be failing all over - and he is, but he's also been a soldier since long before the Earth existed. So while he catches her later than he would have liked, he catches her sooner than non-trained humans would. So she already has his attention, even before she attempts to draw it - but even still, he glances over her, the cuts getting his attention rather than her nudity, then her knife. His sword is longer, he's taller. He'll draw it if he needs to, but he'd rather not.

He does in fact, have half a dozen chocolate covered espresso beans in a foil box inside his coat. But Gabriel made those and he won't give those away. Not with his brother gone. "I don't have either, no. Flashlight isn't even mine." There's no tell to the lie - he's too practiced at it. "One of my brothers may still have some, though." Not that Balthazar was close by. "Those cuts must be unpleasant."

[any1youwant]

"I don't beli- wait, I know you. You were in that church," She eyed him, her expression a mix of desperation and hunger, a frightening combination that made her look more predatory than usual.

"Black curly hair. Tan skin," She was sure he wouldn't remember her, "You swear you've got no water? I don't really give a shit about food. Justneedwater."

She looked down absently and her feet and legs didn't even look like her own. She could heal, but apparently that wasn't working either. "I'm fine. Unless, you're hiding a spare pair of shoes on you somewhere," Whether she's realized it or not she'd already lowered the knife.

[heavensmostadorable]

Having little to no reason to want to hang around the town, especially with that option sounding dangerous for everyone, Samandriel had gone willingly into the tunnels with his brothers and everyone else. It had been worrying enough on it's own, but once they got in and lost use of their powers, well... It was near impossible for him to not find himself anxious about it all. Especially since he knows now that Crowley's around.

He sticks close to the group of his siblings--or at least, the ones that he can. Even if they're all just as powerless as him, he still somehow manages to feel safer around them, although certainly not as much so as usual. As they walk, he remains relatively silent, instead peering around with fairly nervous glances, even wringing his hands without really realizing it as he picks his pace up a little, sticking close to Raphael for the time being.

A glance is cast toward his brother for a moment, then Samandriel's eyes flit off in an effort to see...something. Some sign that they're nearing the end because the longer they're down here, the more confined and weak he feels, the jumpier he gets.

[servingmichael]

Raphael had thought Samandriel would be one of the first to arrive, so he hadn't been surprised when the young angel arrived. But when their Grace had failed, it had been chaos for Raphael, the failure of his Grace plunging him into dark, and he'd fallen behind.

And luckily returned with a flashlight, that he wielded in his left hand, using it both to see and to usher the others, while sticking as close to Michael as he could - but he'd calmed (slightly) in time moving to shelter the others between him and the remaining (powerless) archangels, when Samandriel had taken up at his side. Every now and then he catches his little brother's movements, and eventually reaches over to lay a hand on his shoulder. "It can't be that much further to walk."

[heavensmostadorable]

Unable to help it, Samandriel nearly jumps when he feels the hand on his shoulder. It's unexpected, and while he's already as jumpy as he is, it's nothing short of startling. However, once he looks over and sees it's just Raphael, as he should have anticipated, he manages to relax a slight bit and offers a small nod in response to the comment.

"Yes, I-- ...Yes, you're probably right." He agrees quietly, not caring for the way the place echoes around them. Attempting to steel himself now that he realizes just how uncomfortable and anxious he must appear, and even without powers, that's not the sort of image an angel should put out there, he purses his lips and reverts his gaze forward once more. "...I hope you're right. Although we have no idea what lies on the other side of this tunnel..." What if they were without powers even once they emerged? That's something he doesn't even want to consider.

[servingmichael]

The near jump almost makes Raphael withdraw his hand - it's not what he would do normally, anyway, angels had wings and he would have gladly tucked Samandriel under them if he could. Instead he closes the small space between them, larger form against his younger brother's - it's protective, rather than loaming. "A way out. Possibly on the far side of the forest, I've lost my sense of direction."

He doesn't really know how to calm him either, or reassure him. He knows he won't allow any harm to come to him while he can put up a fight, but that goes without saying, doesn't it?

[heavensmostadorable]

"I have, too," he murmurs, almost more to himself. The loss of sense of direction is just another one of the disconcerting things about this whole situation, really. When Raphael moves closer to him though, and he feels his older brother right against him, Samandriel casts a half-glance over. It's comforting, for certain. Even if they are all without their powers, having an older sibling so close does admittedly make him feel a bit safer, even allows him to relax some.

"It may be a way out, but there could be something waiting for us at the end, don't you think?" He continues on, still quietly, still sounding quite concerned, because he's not entirely sure that he buys this as a way to actual freedom. Especially not given the fact that their powers have been taken from them on the way to this 'way out.'

[venatical]

Dean doesn't mean to get separated from his little group, but he wants to see if there's a way out of here, like, at all, or if they're just winding their way deeper in to their death. And he's dug himself out of a grave once; he doesn't want to do it again.

He nearly bumps into Raphael when he turns the corner, and he starts apologizing before he raises his light to his face. Then he stops, his expression hardening, but it's more that he's very subtly going on the defensive.

"Oh. It's you." He puts a little space between them, not in an obvious, gross-I-don't-want-your-cooties way, but just putting respectable space between them.

"You're out of juice down here too, right?"

[servingmichael]

Raphael had actually been resting for a moment - his feet hurt. Dress shoes weren't meant to be hiked in like this, not that Raphael knew that. He just knew he was in pain, his feet aching and burning in places, and shifting his weight off them only made it worse when he started walking again. He's also lost his jacket a little ways back, given it to someone else, and pulled his tie off to make a sheath for his sword, which hung at his side. Not ideal, but it worked. So Dean's sudden appearance has his on his feet with a bit of a wince, on edge before he realizes who it is.

This day just keeps getting better, doesn't it?

"So it would seem."

[venatical]

Dean shoots him the most unsympathetic look because he's 0% sorry for Raphael, but it is nice to have it confirmed that somewhere, Michael and Lucifer are depowered too.

"Great, nice to know they tied off all the loose ends on their death trap." It unsettles him how neatly the scientists can depower angels because he knows that's a big ass deal.

[servingmichael]

Given his general extremely low opinion of Dean, the look is noted but not responded to. He didn't expect any better behavior.

"I doubt it's a death trap." People could live underground, in caves and tunnels, at least for a while. Perhaps not all of them but it was possible. There were easier ways to kill them all.

[venatical]

"Seriously?" Dean looks sharply over at him, disbelief on his face. "All they have to do is make this place cave in, or release some toxic gas, or just trap us down here until we starve to death."

Dean's of the opinion that if you want to kill a lot of people quick, trapping them in one confined place with limited to zero escape routes is the way to go.

"Or maybe it's the only way out of the Cape like the guy said." But Dean has his doubts.