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Who: Godstiel and YOU~
When: From November 21st to just before midnight November 30th
Where: All over the city
Summary: Godstiel brings the wrath of God down on Siren's Port, along with some miracles.
Warnings: Violence, death, religious imagery, crazy people, etc etc etc

OOC: Plotting post is here, and feel free to comment there with questions or if you wanna plan out more details before jumping into the log. Please comment to the ooc post if you want to be involved and haven't already responded, so we can work out why Godstiel would be going after/helping your character! Random encounters without planning are okay, but may not lead to anything but a discussion.

Post your own threads in this log for any confrontation with Godstiel, and please make a note of the day in the subject line, and the setting if appropriate. Threadjacking/setting up threads are fine as long as the other parties are good with it! The final confrontation with him near midnight on the 31st will be with Oz, but people can still encounter him earlier in the day on the 30th. PM me with any questions!

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Friday - November 30th near midnight | phantomhive mansion in Sector 4

[his_own_will]

It was quiet in the library of the Phantomhive mansion and there's just the one single lamp on in the rather voluminous room that sheds a glow around Oz surrounded by a huge pile of books. Ever since Gilbert was injured by the darkness, Oz has kept to his promise. He only ever ventures out with his servant by his side.

But, that by no means meant that Oz was going to slack off on his research and with a thousand and more books to peruse in the library itself, he was definitely not lacking in material to study. Still, there was no excuse for wayward rabbits to stay up half the night and with a stretch over his head, he closes the last book.

A rustle of cloth, the quiet hum as he sets his chair back. It's all so very mundane. The only trick is, well...

Oz wasn't supposed to exist at all.

((ooc: I hope this works as an opener!))

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Castiel was getting more and more restless. His plans weren't moving fast enough, there were so many obstacles, and people weren't getting the message.

Of course, on the other hand, he'd also been pleasantly surprised by how many in this place had been good at heart. Getting to bestow miracles, to reward people for trying to do right even--and especially--when they'd faltered on their path, was what made it all worth it. The world would be a better place when he was done, when just those people remained.

He cast his senses far out into the city, sorting through the thousands of peoples' minds he touched silently, processing and making judgements quickly. Children were ignored for the most part, unless they had made terrible transgressions, but all the older teens and adults were old enough to understand their choices. They were who Castiel looked into the hearts and minds and souls of, to decide if they were trying to live a life of virtue, or if they were nothing but sin.

There were some, on occasion, that weren't necessarily either, but were wrong. Abominations, they would be called in his world, and though not all were bad people--Sam and Jesse, for example, falter but attempt to do good--they all shared the same sense that they shouldn't exist. And that was hard for a God to ignore.

One of those came up strongly in his mental scan, so strongly he couldn't pass it over or even look closer to discern how and why it came to be such a way. It just felt like blasphemy, like something out of the natural order, and that prompted his wings to open in an instant and he alighted, silently, in the quiet library. Then he reached out, flicked his wrist, and began attempting to shut down the being's organs. It would be quick, simple, not too messy; like putting down some malformed creature out of mercy more than an actual act of vengeance.

[ooc: Looks fine! Lemme know if this doesn't work also. <3]

[his_own_will]

His insides twisted, disintegrating against the weight of Castiel's indomitable will. They seethed, crashing over him with the weight of his sin, his existence as the tentative reigns that kept him weighed in his body began to slip. He turned, clutching at the book in front of him, a counterbalance to the pain he felt as he gasped for breath, lungs already half gone as they labored, the muscle stiffening into uselessness.

"G-Gil?"

Find him. Save him. He wasn't ready yet to --

A weightlessness fell over him as his eyes grew dim, the light fading from their depth to be replaced with the nothingness within. Oz wasn't the only fell creature hidden in the body of a child never slated to live. Oh yes, there was another and the silent roar of a scythe unfurling in the air above him snapped him to attention, his body moving like strings on a puppet.

It's exactly what it was after all. A puppet bound to the will of the man embedded deep in the memory of his once trusted Chain. And then he turned, facing Castiel as the shimmering image of a black rabbit appearing behind him.

"You shouldn't have done that." The voice was different, deeper, stronger. It commanded whereas the voice of Oz was still that of a boy, lacking in experience. Jack knew it all, knew everything. He was different from them, different from the others. He'd do anything to bring that world back to his Lacie. And without hesitation, he attacked.

[ofthursday]

Well, that was unexpected.

He gave essentially no reaction--no shock, no fear, no nothing--but that thing was powerful and he could tell. Powerful enough it was actually a concern to him, despite all his strength and all his power-induced madness.

That's why, when it attacked, he pulled up some of his strength as a defense instead of expecting to just brush it off. He was still overconfident, though, and didn't think it necessary to defend himself with all his strength.

[his_own_will]

The chain skidded off the barrier, sparks flying where no sparks should be seen as it gouged it's way bit by bit into the shield before it turned, coiling around Oz's body before it stopped.

Oz's hand was raised, giving pause to the hovering chain.

"You should not have done that." To kill his vessel, to attempt to kill his chain. Jack, speaking through Oz, was angry. Who dared undo his work? Another shift of his hand and the black scythe, a pointed chain flashed through the air again, a surge of power building behind it as the real Jack rushed through the halls of the manor, pushing every ounce of strength into Oz's body, into Jack's once fragmented memory.

This was the beginning of the end, and with everything he had, he focused on speed, he focused on strength. B-rabbit was the most powerful chain in his world. He refused to admit defeat.

[ofthursday]

As it backed off and regrouped Castiel did the same, senses stretched out in both caution and curiosity. As warped as his personality was, Castiel was still interested; he's never seen anything like this before.

When it attacked, Castiel's sword dropped into his hand and he swung to counter, but the short angel weapon was nowhere near a match for the chain. It deflected off and struck him in the chest, and as his grace immediately worked to heal the injury, it was almost sluggish in it's response. Something wasn't right.