godsprophet: (And would you call it to his face)
Chuck Shurley ([personal profile] godsprophet) wrote in [community profile] kore_logs2013-10-16 12:06 am

'listen to the warning' the prophet he said

Who: Chuck Shurley and OPEN.
What: There's only one way forward, and this is it.
When: Day 121.
Where: The tunnels.
Notes: No, really, this is wide open. I made very little OOC plans so come at me.

Raphael had come by earlier and said he would actually bodily drag Chuck into the tunnels if he didn't go willingly. But it didn't seem like he had an option either way. Earthquakes kept shifting below his feet -- it seemed to be tearing the entire cape apart. He had no doubt that, if he stayed, he wouldn't be alive to see whatever happened to the little town where they were held captive.

Chuck spends most of the time trying to decide what to take with him. Specifically, his typewriter. Balthazar had gotten it for him, and he'd used it well. It seemed like a shame to leave it behind. But, on the other hand, it wasn't exactly lucrative to go about dragging a typewriter through a series of tunnels who knows how long. He reluctantly leaves it behind.

He enters the tunnels alone and is glad he did. The effect is so instantaneous and so sudden he nearly trips over himself. Because, while he might not use all the omniscient and omnipotent powers he has at his disposal, he's always aware that it's there, hiding underneath his fingertips. But now, in these tunnels, it's gone. Vanished. Disappeared. He's honestly nothing more than the human he pretends to be.

It's an uncomfortable reminder of the amount of power this place -- these scientists -- hold over him, and it's not one he appreciates. He's never felt truly powerless, literally and figuratively, before, and he does not approve of these feelings in himself whatsoever.

But there's no place to go but forward. And so forward into the tunnels he goes.
foundacause: ([MEG] ❖ oh really?)

[personal profile] foundacause 2013-10-16 12:56 pm (UTC)(link)
At some point along the way, Meg has gotten separated from her fluffy little nerd angel and her two favourite Winchesters. No biggie. Sure, she's stuck down here with Crowley and a bunch of pissed angels, but from what she can gather they're just as powerless down here as she is - so unless they're all going to try poking each other with angel blades in the dark she's pretty sure angels and demons are the least of her worries and the tunnel collapsing and suffocating her currently hard working lungs is much more likely.

"I'm surprised your angelic bodyguards aren't keeping you on a tigher leash."
foundacause: ([MEG] ❖ lip bite)

[personal profile] foundacause 2013-10-16 10:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Chuck, please don't pee your pants down here, who knows how long it'll be before they can get clean laundry - if ever, and that smell in a confined space will linger and destroy the already crappy air.

"I was under the impression all the angels had their wings clipped down here - even big bad Michael and Lucifer. Maybe on the other side we'll find another cage we can throw them in and watch them tear each other apart archangel cock fights - a girl needs a little entertainment." The fact she is terrified of them both has nothing to do with wanting them locked up. No. Nosiree. Okay. She's terrified of running into them once they're juiced up.

"You need me to hold your hand while your feathery caretakers are missing?"
foundacause: ([MEG] ❖ oh really?)

[personal profile] foundacause 2013-10-20 10:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Even powerless archangels are pretty terrifying as far as Meg is concerned. In fact she'd be more than happy if all the angels up and left - apart from Cas, obviously, and maybe Balthazar. Then again, she'd gladly get rid of Crowley while she's at it too. Come on, the place would be much more peaceful and people would be less worried about getting stabbed.

Meg rolls her eyes. "You can take care of yourself? Really? And here I thought you were a helpless little puppy dog..." She inches closer, crowding in on Chuck's personal space.
foundacause: ([MEG] ❖ sexual tension)

[personal profile] foundacause 2013-10-23 12:55 am (UTC)(link)
Balthazar really is nice - in all the right ways. And his meatsuit is all kinds of pretty. And don't get Meg started on Cas. No, seriously. There are feelings there that shouldn't ever exist in a demon. It's kind of gross and sappy.

The others though? Nope. No. Meg wants no part of that.

Aw, Chuck. Don't be wary. Don't you trust Dean's word? Well, he is a Winchester and they tend to be fabulous at screwing up. So maybe it's wise to be wary. But it hurts her precious little feelings. Meg leans in further, resting her hands on the side of the tunnel either side of his head. "Oh?"

With a smirk, she presses her lips to his.
foundacause: ([MEG] ❖ lips of an angel)

[personal profile] foundacause 2013-10-26 03:14 am (UTC)(link)
Ex-Lucifer Loyalist. Let's please remember she's playing for Team Winchester now. Well, okay, she's playing for Team Fuck-I'm-In-Love-With-An-Angel, but that just happens to coincide with Team Winchester for the time being.

And Lucifer still scares the crap out of her. But she's dealing with that... Kinda.

But really. The whole time she's been here how much trouble has she caused? None. Well, there was the incident in the bar but she was the victim and there was the incident with Crowley but he deserved it.

She kisses him for a moment longer before breaking it. She remains in his personal space, almost nose to nose with him, with a smirk on her lips.
foundacause: ([MEG] ❖ sexual tension)

[personal profile] foundacause 2013-10-26 09:49 pm (UTC)(link)
He should totally write the epic love story of her and her unicorn. Only not. Because then she would be forced to stab him in the face repeatedly until he had no face left to stab. It would be messy and it would be a shame to destroy such a pretty face.

And really, the whole deer in the headlights thing he's doing right now? Kinda cute. But he doesn't seem to be doing much to defend himself, does he? Only goes to show he can't take care of himself all alone in the tunnels.

Oh well, since she's still this close to him she might as well steal another kiss - after all, his angelic handlers will probably smite her once they're powered back up.
foundacause: ([MEG] ❖ lips of an angel)

[personal profile] foundacause 2013-10-31 03:50 am (UTC)(link)
Well who made that rule in the first place, hmm? Was it God? Chuck has no one else to blame but himself. Everything ever is God's fault, okay? And if it's not God's fault then it's the Winchester's fault!

Besides, Kevin is an adorable little nerd to keep around the place. Shame he's not here to brighten the place up a bit.

Oh, hang on. Did Chuck just find his balls and kiss Meg back? He did! He is kissing her back. This is a thing that is happening. She smirks against his lips before kissing him harder, parting her own lips to invite him in.
servingmichael: (This is distressing news)

near the end of the day?

[personal profile] servingmichael 2013-10-16 07:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Raphael's been swinging close and wandering away from Chuck this entire trip. Some of it is purposeful - him all but crawling up Michael's back and shooting daggers at the back of Lucifer's head for being difficult, walking with Samandriel and keeping him close, falling back to cover the angel's backs or scouting a head for a path, or simply pausing to comfort one of the youngsters. Some of it isn't, his sense of direction is gone, he's sore and tired and hurting and needs to slow down, once he had to figure out how to pee and that cemented his "humans are weird and I hate this" attitude. And over the day, he's managed to gain a flashlight (thank you Brigid), give away his jacket (You're welcome blue-skinned woman) and use his tie as a sheath for his sword, scruff the knees of his pants and skin the palm of his hand and hurt his wrist (damned debris), gain a bottle of water (thank you Donna), turn his immaculately clean white shirt fairly dirty, and collected some other injuries.

By now, he's sore. Really sore - and limping actually - his left foot hurts, his knees ache, his back just feels stiff, there's a small goose egg on the right side of his head, his right hand and wrist hurt, his head his throbbing all over, and he keeps swallowing but it's not helping, and there's an uncomfortable burning feeling in his chest. But he falls back (more or less) in step with Chuck again.

"How are you holding up?"
servingmichael: (Confused little angel)

[personal profile] servingmichael 2013-10-21 12:07 am (UTC)(link)
Worse and worse summed it up well - he was tired, and the more tired he became, the more he seemed to trip. It didn't dawn on him that dehydration and low blood sugar were the cause of the brain fog and headache, or even that they were related, though under normal circumstances, he would have known that.

"And you say we're terrible at being comforting." It's more groused than an actual complaint - he feels terrible, but he didn't need it pointed out. "What? I have one-" He shifted the flashlight around, he'd been holding it in his left hand, to tug the somewhat crunched full bottle of water from his pocket. It would have been easier without the flashlight tucked under his arm, but he's very reluctant to carry anything in his right hand - not too surprising, perhaps, as it's the side his sword is hanging on. "-see?"

It takes him a second to realize Chuck means he should drink it, and a further second to get it open without dropping the flashlight. It would be easy to think Raphael was afraid to be in the dark - that's not completely wrong, either, even if he's trying to cover it up. The water is warm, body temperature, but once he actually starts to drink it, he keeps drinking it, almost draining the bottle in one go, and panting as he finally pulled it away.

If he knew that Chuck thought this might teach Raphael something...he'd probably laugh. Chuck wasn't wrong about gaining something, but Raphael didn't hate humans, not really. He was deeply, profoundly disappointed in them, and from this pitied them. Oh some of his protective instincts, the fierce, devoted, occasionally terrifying mother-henning he'd learned from Lucifer and generally only showed a few most beloved brothers, had pricked and poked and prodded at, extended to the entirely of the present host, towards Chuck, towards the children here and it would be a very grave mistake to any to think of raising a hand to them in the near future, but...

...and there was always a but...

those responsible for this? Had best hope Michael finds them before Raphael ever does. Because while he was driven to protect, Raphael also had a vicious temper - and he saw in this cruel abuse of the fragile nature of humanity. More proof that paradise in any form was better than letting humans continue to run amok.
servingmichael: (Fine.  I will explain again)

[personal profile] servingmichael 2013-10-26 05:34 am (UTC)(link)
Raphael replaced the cap on the water bottle, taking twice to line the threads up right to screw the lid back on, then shoving it back into his pocket.

He swallows hard for a moment, then shakes his head no. "Give it to Michael." He doubts his brother has had anything to drink either, and had that occurred to him before he downed his own water, he would have saved some of it.

He might try to find Donna and get more water for his brothers. Michael might have to force it down Lucifer's throat, given how he's acting but they'd figure it out.

Raphael isn't aware that Chuck thinks he hates humanity - he doesn't. He doesn't think Michael does either. Killing the humans isn't about hatred, but about mercy and compassion, at least from their preceptive. Certainly from his. And he really doesn't understand why people think he hates humanity.

"But thank you."
servingmichael: (It's simple really)

[personal profile] servingmichael 2013-10-26 08:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Raphael does love them, in a way. The way a farmer loves his livestock or a game warden loves the animals. What he'd said Chuck was true - he saw it as putting down a sick animal, more than an act of hatred. He just didn't see the ones who wanted to suffer through as outweighing all those who prayed for it to end. And it was only when he had other ideas as to what to do that his emotions would change. It was all he could afford.

He just nodded - loyalty to Michael trumped his own needs, and most didn't need that explained.

"We'll see." He didn't actually trust Chuck - he had proven he was a handful after all.

"Thus far, yes." He had been hopping between people. But everyone being 'alright' didn't answer where his jacket had gone, or why his sword was hanging in a ready position.
servingmichael: (All the line face)

[personal profile] servingmichael 2013-11-06 04:01 am (UTC)(link)
"I'll be fine, as soon as we are out of here." And his Grace was restored, then he'd been fine. So no, he wasn't all right. "My feet hurt. Humans used to walk more than this all the time. They managed just fine. It was interesting to watch, these miles long treks, I don't understand..." Why he wasn't having an easy time of this.
tryingitall: (2014)

[personal profile] tryingitall 2013-10-16 11:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, Balthazar's not happy about the typewriter, either. It occurred to him on the way out, but he came to the same conclusion as Chuck. It might not be too heavy, but it's certainly too awkward a thing to haul through a cavern.

After a few hours in the tunnels, he's footsore and grouchy, but for some reason it hasn't actually occurred to him to eat or drink any of the provisions he's brought. Force of habit, perhaps, not needing nourishment? In any case, when he stumbles across Chuck at a junction in the tunnels, he's relieved, and quick to think of the meager snacks he's carrying. "Chuck! I was worried; I didn't know whether you'd left or not. Are you thirsty?"
tryingitall: (wait what)

[personal profile] tryingitall 2013-10-27 08:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Balthazar laughs softly. He doesn't envy Chuck that conversation with Raphael, but better Raphael than Michael. "That's probably for the best, but I'm sure you'd have rather skipped the pep talk. Of course I'll share. I brought it for the people that would need it."

Meaning the mortal people. He crouches to pull the jar out of his makeshift bag, and only then does it occur to him what Chuck actually mean by sharing. "...oh. Do you think we need some as well?"

How do you know if you're thirsty, anyway? He's never been before.
tryingitall: (aside)

[personal profile] tryingitall 2013-11-01 11:24 am (UTC)(link)
"No one knows better than me how intimidating Raphael is." He chuckles softly. "Except possibly Cas. In any case, it worked. You're alive so far."

He frowns in thought, opening the jar slowly. The water does have a certain allure suddenly, and his mouth feels weirdly dry. This is thirst? How unpleasant. "I'm not human, I'm just...bound. You'd better drink first. I'm not sure where to start and stop."
venatical: (:) listening)

[personal profile] venatical 2013-10-17 04:02 am (UTC)(link)
The longer Dean spends down here, the more claustrophobic he feels, and the more he starts remembering digging himself out of his grave. That's really not a situation he feels like repeating, so he winds up falling into step with people, talking, trying to keep his mind from settling on any one image in particular. Even if they're talking about their inevitable doom, at least Dean's mind won't fill up with memories in the same way.

He thinks he spots Chuck, and he waits until he can verify -- slouchy, beardy, yup. It's Chuck. He joins him, giving him a smile in greeting.

"Always thought it'd be cool to be on The Mole. Not like this, though."
venatical: (:) happy face)

[personal profile] venatical 2013-10-26 01:45 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, that one was more sabotage and money. This one is more actual moles." Laughing is good; it helps ease some of Dean's tension until his smile is only half the fake one he usually pulls.

"How're you holding up? You still all wrapped up in the angels' stuff?"
venatical: (:\ that is one gross burger)

[personal profile] venatical 2013-10-26 07:00 am (UTC)(link)
"They're not looking to start that up again, do you know?"

He could ask Raphael, or he could continue to resent Raphael's existence and not trust him and try to pump the people around him for information. Like Chuck, for instance. Good ol' Chuck.

"You're not getting any visions of Stull Cemetery 2?"
venatical: (:\ :) welp)

[personal profile] venatical 2013-10-28 03:38 am (UTC)(link)
"I stopped expecting angels to make sense a long time ago."

That's actually mostly a lie; he never believed in them, and then Cas was kind of terrifying and suspicious and mildly threatening right out of the gate, so... So that's a never on expecting angels to make sense. He never thought that would happen.

"I don't know how any of this works. What I do know is that angels are shady sons of bitches, and they can find a way to justify whatever horrible crap they decided to do now."

Unfortunately, that includes Cas.
venatical: (:| ? f: injured)

[personal profile] venatical 2013-11-03 06:50 am (UTC)(link)
"Who said we're not on Earth?" He looks at Chuck expectantly. Dean doesn't know if he's totally sure, but this place looks and feels like Earth, other than the weirdass shit; all the things in the houses? Totally Earth-y, and all the plants and food check out. The way the scientists were talking about potentially using the people with powers since they don't have any on their world -- could be Earth.

None of it's conclusive, but if he's not sure, then other people can't be either, unless they know something he doesn't.
castdown: (though the brightest fell)

[personal profile] castdown 2013-10-17 04:22 am (UTC)(link)
Michael may have been the one to force Lucifer into the tunnels, but the Devil is, if nothing else, exceptionally patient. It doesn't take more than a few hours for his elder brother's attention to falter, and with skill born of countless years of practice, Lucifer slips his figurative leash and heads off on his own.

He'll return, of course. Eventually.

For now, however, he's content to be away from his younger siblings' nervous glances (punctuated by Raphael's relentless glaring) and Michael's dogged focus. The tunnels have presented them with an entirely new problem - the loss of their powers and a sudden, jolting transition into humanity.

He feels blind and deaf and muted, irrevocably bound to an ill-fitting form. Nick is remarkably heavy without his Grace, and Lucifer dislikes it. Fumbling around in a darkness that's far too reminiscent of the Cage is doing him no favors, either.

It's not too much of a shock, then, when he eventually does run into something - or rather, someone. Turning a corner, Lucifer is just light on his feet enough to avoid bowling over the unkempt figure of what he's vaguely certain is a prophet.

Strange.

"Watch your step, prophet."
castdown: (Default)

[personal profile] castdown 2013-10-22 03:42 am (UTC)(link)
"Obviously," comes the dry reply. Lucifer cocks his head, examining Chuck with a decidedly unimpressed look. His opinion of human intelligence is already low, but he thought that perhaps a prophet might be a credit to his species.

But perhaps not.

He raises an eyebrow. "Slipped Raphael's leash, have you?"

Not that Lucifer's one to judge - even in the low light, it's easy to see the bruises ringing his wrists, tokens from his last scuffle with Michael in these fragile, mortal bodies. Nick is big man, broad and tall, but he lacks the training war had given John Winchester - training that Michael had used well to his advantage in forcing his little brother into compliance.

Michael will find him again, no doubt. And they will, inevitably, fight again. For now, though? A prophet is decent enough amusement in these barren tunnels.