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[ofthursday]

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!

Comments

[businessman]

The character was both easier and harder the longer he kept it up. Gus had been playing this role for more than twenty years: it wasn't Hanamura that would going to make him break, he told himself. Or whatever avenging angel Castiel claimed to be. Even if both names would be added to a very short list in his head.

But whatever God Castiel reported to surely knew how frustrating this was becoming, and he allowed some of that to leech through, rubbing his temples. "Do you think I asked for this, Mr. Hanamura? I was just..." He took a deep breath, let it out slowly, wiping his hands over his face. "I-- I can't even take it to the police, can I? There is nothing I can do."

But oh, he would find a way later on.

[inthejunk]

"And tell them that an angel deemed you unholy? Yeah, I guess not."

It's a surprise when his voice comes out mostly steady. But somehow it does. His spine straightens, too. Back against the wall or not, he's not going down without a fight. It's pretty obvious what Gus should do next, even to Yosuke, who has never been in this sort of situation before. He's a strategist at heart. He understands. He's gone from acquaintance to liability just like that. Shit...

Still all the lateness! November 30 mebbe?

[andproper]

Prim was simply cradling her cat. It seemed ill, unresponsive in her arms, and she worried about it. Unfortunately, she isn't sure about the herbs around there. It made treatment harder than it would be back home... her mother wasn't there to ask, either.

Or their big book of medicine.

Re: Still all the lateness! November 30 mebbe?

[ofthursday]

[It's really too bad that there have been so many that have needed brought to justice as opposed to his benediction, but it was to be expected, really. Sin is much more easily cultivated than virtue, after all.

But as he looks around the city with his senses rather than his vessel's eyes, he does notice a little pinprick of light that needs help. So soon he alights, appearing seemingly from nowhere, directly in Prim's path.]

Re: Still all the lateness! November 30 mebbe?

[andproper]

[She holds her cat against her. The sick thing mewls, faintly, and she worries about it. Michael helped her save it, but... the last few days it's been sickening. She worries.]

[forzare]

That's something he knows all too well: the whuff of air from his lungs as he slams into something. It's not as solid as a wall - rather, it gives and shatters in one or two spots. Harry's shot goes long, blazing across the ground.

"Shit," he breathes, and quickly tries to get to his feet. Not that it'd help him, he'd just rather be on his feet.

[ofthursday]

Primrose Everdeen.

[He greets her, voice quiet and even, far from the booming and terrifying one he's had more reason as of late to use.]

You cat is unwell.

[andproper]

[She nods, glancing up at him with surprise.]

I don't know what's wrong with her...

[ofthursday]

[Castiel is quiet and still for just a moment, as if considering what to do, but he's already decided. He reaches a hand out, purposefully but not aggressively, touching the cat gently between her ears. A small spark of power and grace and he activates his healing, resolving her illness in a moment.]

She is well, now.

[ofthursday]

Castiel advanced, slowly and purposefully, almost like a moving statue. "You should reconsider the wisdom in deciding to attack God."

[businessman]

Hanamura was possibly smarter than he looked, which admittedly wasn't difficult for someone who looked like he did at this moment. Braver, as well. But it would take a great deal more than a puppy yapping to faze Gustavo Fring, even recently reincorporated. He turned to Yosuke, holding his hands out at his sides, openly annoyed now. "I meant because this... apparent gift of mine leaves me without proof," he snapped.

Of course, what Yosuke didn't know was that this was the far safer option. It was when Gus stopped showing emotion that it was time to worry. "And do you want to know why it happened?" he went on, aggrieved. "I can tell you. I'm not proud of it, it's not something I talk about, but you seem very concerned."

[inthejunk]

"I think I remember learning the deadly sins. It's the stuff you never expect to need that ends up sticking, right?"

His voice squeaks a bit, but it's there. Steady and grounded underneath the betrayals of puberty. And his eyes haven't moved from Gus. They won't, either. If they're both walking away from here, Gus is obviously going to have to go first. He might be a bleach blond, but he still knows better than to turn his back on an impervious man.

"You don't look like the too many donuts type of guy, and you're a successful man with a family, right? That limits the options."

[businessman]

"Not... exactly." It came to him in a flash: he had one secret he could divulge, one that wouldn't destroy all his work. From what he'd seen of the Port, that was a thing people forgave far more easily than they might have in Chile, in New Mexico.

He made himself look down, chagrined. Gus Fring, Restaurant Owner would be embarrassed. He hid out of shame. "I am a successful man who has broken his vows. Repeatedly. For a very long time."

[andproper]

Really? [She smiles up at him, looking at the kitten in her hands.]

[ofthursday]

Yes. Consider it reward for your good deeds.

[inthejunk]

"Adultery?" That's a different set of sins, isn't it? Is it still smite-worthy? Regardless of the answer, the look that Yosuke gives Gus is nothing short of disgusted. He's young, and idealistic. The very idea of having everything that Gus had at home and ruining it all like that distresses him. It's like poking a little hole in all the things the future is supposed to be. If even a guy who always seemed nice can be so much of a cheater that an angel decides to kill him, how much hope can there be for anyone else?

Yosuke takes a step back again, closer to the wall of the building. Maybe if he presses back against it he can stop these things from sneaking up behind him and bowling him over. Or maybe it'll just take the stress off his knees, which are still shaking. "Why? What's wrong with you? Why would you do that? You have kids!"

[andproper]

Thank you.

[ofthursday]

You're welcome.

[And after a small nod, he's gone as quickly as he came with the soft sound of wings.]

Tracking fail + holiday hiatus, I'm SO SORRY!

[maddeninghatter]

Now that Gilbert has left, he can get back to business; that is to say, plucking plush rabbits from his hat and making impossibly large lollipops appear from his candy case--

His first thought, at hearing the beat of wings and the children gasping, is that Gilbert has returned and summoned Raven, for some inexplicable reason. No - he'd be able to sense Gilbert, feel his Chain's presence. This... this thing doesn't register at all. And that itself is familiar, particularly with the fluttering feathers. He's met this person before, or someone like him, anyway. Hadn't Castiel said there were others?

"My, myyyyyy~! An angel in our midst, how exciting!"

Telling the children not to be afraid will only have the opposite effect. Instead he waves his floppy sleeves, as if they were wings, and twirls about the room. The best way to dispel fear is with laughter.

"Did you want to be my shadow too, Mister Angel?"

<3 No worries!

[ofthursday]

Castiel just watches Break's theatrics impassively, senses reached out and scanning around the room, reading the children and their reactions--their hopes and dreams and fears--and then turning toward Break. He looks at the his past actions, at what he's learned, how he feels, and who he is.

It takes only a moment for him to decide what he wants to do in regards to Break; his mind is already made up with the children, after all, and how Break is treating them, trying to make them happy and keep them calm, just makes the decision easier. He reaches a hand forward, gracefully, to stop Break in midtwirl and send his grace forward to activate his healing ability and direct his efforts to Break's right eye.

1/2

[maddeninghatter]

Even after he lost all vision in his remaining eye, the parts of his brain responsible for visual analysis have remained active, sometimes conjuring up vivid, fanciful hallucinations: this is the "Charles Bonnet syndrome" (Break knows this because he's taken the time to look it up, on his voice-activated NV).

He creates precise mental maps, as a way to get around the places he frequents. He knows every inch of the Phantomhive-Trancy estate, for instance; and this hospital wing. But sometimes his hallucinations overlay these maps, so that there are nodding daisies covering the carpet of his bedroom, for instance; or flocks of butterflies wafting through the children's ward. On occasion, outside on the street, he can "see" the faces of people he knows. He has learned, through hard experience, not to call out "milady" and go chasing after Lady Shelly.

Sometimes he can see the faces of them: 116, in all. Men and women. Children. They never do anything; they simply stand and stare. They vanish when he waves his hand where they seem to be standing.

Thus he believes himself to be simply hallucinating as Castiel's grace flows through him. He is aware of having been stopped mid-twirl, by some force that is beyond the purely physical.

"Why... ha ha! Don't you want to fly with me, Mister Angel?"

2/2

[maddeninghatter]

It's not his usual sort of hallucination, however. The flickering fluorescent lights overhead, with their greenish tinge - that's new. Likewise the dull grey clouds outside the window; usually if he "sees" the sky, it's a bright blue, with clouds shaped like sheep or prancing rabbits.

But the sight of Castiel himself is what makes him start. Because the people his mind conjures up are usually clad in the fashion of his home, with ruffles and velvet and pins and frippery. Castiel, by contrast, is just so - plain. He can't be... he can't be real, can he?

"Are you--?"

Break waves his floppy sleeve at Castiel, disbelieving. He'll vanish, surely!

[ofthursday]

Castiel watches as Break reacts, expression neutral and even, but with just the barest hint of what might be a genuine smile. This is why he's done everything; he isn't wrathful and vengeful because he wants to be, he reminds himself, he is because he has to be. The benevolent God who is there is what he wants to be.

He just gives Break his faint smile and turns toward the children, beginning to drift through the midst of them, reaching to trail his fingertips over foreheads and shoulders as he invokes his healing once again.

[maddeninghatter]

His hands fall to his sides, as he watches. Health and life are flowing through these children. The shadow of Death has become a mere cobweb, that Castiel is brushing away. Break can see: the light in their eyes, the roses in their cheeks.

He can see.

When he'd first gone blind, he said it was a punishment, the way to his salvation. But after a while, he rejected that as vanity: his own salvation shouldn't put others in harm's way. People had been (and still were, like that idiot Gilbert) trying to help him, even at risk to their own lives, because of his blindness.

So - no. Going blind was just a punishment in the end, nothing more. No atonement, no redemption.

But this...

To be healed like this, in the company of these innocent children... what did it mean? Perhaps that's all it was, just an ordinary sort of miracle for an angel, a divine diversion, without any sort of reason.

"Am I..."

He holds his fingers before his face, gazing at them; and then through them at Castiel. He can't not ask.

"Am I forgiven?"

[ofthursday]

Castiel finishes moving through the children, healing the last one just as quietly as the first, before turning back to look at Break at his question. He's silent, a brief time, smiling just slightly as he seems to think about the answer.

"What you did is unforgivable, but your regret and the good you do now is a counterbalance. There is no forgiveness, but there is redemption, and you are on the path to it." He understands how hard it is for people to turn their lives around, to try to do good when they'd done wrong; he rewards it so highly because he's seen how difficult it is.

It's far easier for someone who's never left their feet to keep standing than it is from someone who's fallen to get back up.