'listen to the warning' the prophet he said

[godsprophet]

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.

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[godsprophet]

"Oh, sorry, sorry I..." Apologies were already falling out of his mouth the second he almost runs into someone. It is dark in the tunnels, after all, and neither Chuck's sense of direction nor his spatial awareness were one of his better traits. They have gps's for a reason, back home, and they were a tool he'd relied heavily on. But here, in the technological void that was the Cape, he's left desperately hoping he won't be wandering in circles for the rest of eternity.

Chuck takes a few steps back so he isn't standing in the person's personal space when he looks up and realizes that he didn't just run into someone; He almost literally ran into the actual Devil.

"...wasn't... looking..." He finishes lamely, trying to discretely take another step or ten back away from the being in front of him. He knew Lucifer was here, of course. He'd felt him when he arrived, he'd seen the network post he made. But knowing and bodily running into were two completely different things.

"Uh..." Since his own powers are gone in the tunnel, he can only assume that Lucifer's are gone as well. But, he's also certain that, even powerless, the Devil could still rip him apart if he wished to do so. Chuck doesn't even have a height advantage, because Lucifer's vessel is taller than him.

However, judging from his words and actions, it's obvious to him that Lucifer doesn't remember being here. Which begs the question: Why do some people (Or, uh... beings.) remember being here before while others don't?

But now is not he time to be wondering such things. Not when he's face-to-face with the Devil himself.

[castdown]

"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.

[godsprophet]

"Uh, sort of?" He doesn't want to admit, not out loud, not to Lucifer, that he thinks the only reason he doesn't currently have a archangel hovering over his shoulder was because said archangel was too busy looming over other archangels.

Or, well, archangel, if Lucifer had made an escape of his own. Because if he knows Michael -- and he does know Michael -- he wouldn't have let Lucifer out of his sight. He almost wonders if Lucifer had waited until Raphael wandered off and then knocked Michael unconscious in order to get away.

He's not sure he would put it past Lucifer and, without any of his powers, he has no way of knowing for certain.

But, nevertheless, Lucifer is here now and Chuck's more concerned about his own well-being. "I mean, I didn't escape or anything, I was just..." Yeah, that's about all he's got.