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what if god was one of us?
Who: Kevin Tran and Chuck Shurley
When: Day 140
Where: The library, which definitely exists even though it's not on the Locations list, and I'm too lazy to go and add it, but it's there.
What: Prophets unite!
With his notes on the angel tablet safely locked away -- at least, he hopes it's safe -- and no pressing need to keep trying to figure them out... Kevin's not sure what to do with himself.
No, he knows just what he wants to do. He wants to play Skyrim until his eyes bleed, and then he wants to go and watch all the movies he's missed in the past few years, and then he wants to -- to -- do whatever he wants. But his options are limited here, which means he doesn't know what to do beyond some experimenting with weird stuff in the kitchen or... going to the library.
He's here to read for fun, he swears, but then he spots a book on ancient languages, and... Well, sure. Why not? It's all he's known basically for a while now.
He sits down with it, and as he reads, he takes notes, but his mind starts wandering, and he winds up staring out the window instead. He's doodling, not even looking at the paper, and why wouldn't he be doodling in Enochian? He's spent so long staring at it that by now he almost has the demon tablet memorized, and some parts of the angel tablet.
When he hears someone coming over to him, he jerks in surprise and his hand goes to cover his book automatically, but he forgets about his notes, doesn't even realize what he's drawn in them.
"Who are you?" He's only met a couple of the archangels, and he doesn't know who this might be.
When: Day 140
Where: The library, which definitely exists even though it's not on the Locations list, and I'm too lazy to go and add it, but it's there.
What: Prophets unite!
With his notes on the angel tablet safely locked away -- at least, he hopes it's safe -- and no pressing need to keep trying to figure them out... Kevin's not sure what to do with himself.
No, he knows just what he wants to do. He wants to play Skyrim until his eyes bleed, and then he wants to go and watch all the movies he's missed in the past few years, and then he wants to -- to -- do whatever he wants. But his options are limited here, which means he doesn't know what to do beyond some experimenting with weird stuff in the kitchen or... going to the library.
He's here to read for fun, he swears, but then he spots a book on ancient languages, and... Well, sure. Why not? It's all he's known basically for a while now.
He sits down with it, and as he reads, he takes notes, but his mind starts wandering, and he winds up staring out the window instead. He's doodling, not even looking at the paper, and why wouldn't he be doodling in Enochian? He's spent so long staring at it that by now he almost has the demon tablet memorized, and some parts of the angel tablet.
When he hears someone coming over to him, he jerks in surprise and his hand goes to cover his book automatically, but he forgets about his notes, doesn't even realize what he's drawn in them.
"Who are you?" He's only met a couple of the archangels, and he doesn't know who this might be.
No such thing.
He doesn't know how prophets get chosen. He just knows that, apparently, it was his turn to be prophet, then it wasn't. He's not sure how he feels about knowing he only has about two years left to live, but, well... he can't exactly go back and change it, now, can he?
But this... word of God thing... "Oh, uh. I think I've heard of that. The tablets, right? Dean's mentioned them. Something about... leviathans?"
First the Apocalypse, then leviathans. He's not sure he wants to know what could possible be after that.