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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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[magnetic_magpie]

The mockery was noted and it stung. Magneto stayed, watching. He'd say this - Castiel had always been beautiful, but this was...something very different, but no less fascinating - he wanted to look, to stare. Brighter, almost blinding, enough that after a split second his pupils contracted and he bowed his head slightly. To anyone who didn't know better, it was almost a posture of supplication.

He doesn't know if Castiel is reading him or not - it doesn't matter really. Lucifer always did, he assumes Michael does. He's used to it, and well - knows when he can't fight and have any hope of winning.

"You're really bright." It was gentle, but testing. Curious, wary what kind of response he was going to get.

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"So I am. I should be." He responded, as though this were a fact he were well aware of, and it was. Of course he was bright; he was so powerful, his grace built up with the strength of millions of souls, and he was God now. God was Light.

But he lowered his chin slightly, staring down at Magneto with an intensity that didn't match the dullness of his eyes. "You are not."

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"I never suggested otherwise." He had been happy to see Castiel return to the Port, powerful and bright. But this wasn't as pleasant to look at, even if he wanted to keep stealing little glances, and he did.

Still, he couldn't quite look Castiel in the eye - and it was more than his natural aversion to eye contact. "I haven't been in a long time." Simply, because he'd never claimed otherwise.

"What are you Castiel?"

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"I'm God."

He answered easily, simply, without hesitation. He studied the other for just a few seconds before smiling coldly.

"And it is my duty and right to eliminate those who allow themselves to be consumed with sin."

...omg the tl;dr. I didn't know this would happen.

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Well. That was an answer he wasn't expecting. "I supposed that's one example of a battlefield promotion." Snark to cover just much that one sentence scared him. The Shadow God that Chuck had accidentally let into the HoA had been a topic he'd never been able to discuss with shaking, and he'd never been sure what had happened that week everyone had gone crazy, when everyone had been ruled by the sins the repressed, but he remembered being hit, over and over, with lightening - something that had always been exciting, invigorating, pleasurable even; something warped and twisted, becoming something marked with pain and fear, pleading and crying for over an hour for it to stop. He'd never known but he'd wondered. He clamped down hard on his own body, keeping himself from shaking, from his heart beating wildly, forced his breathing even. It was long passed instinct, to not show fear.

"Is your name still Castiel then?" An honest, sincere question. Names changed sometimes.

He couldn't argue with that statement. He'd been eleven the first time he'd killed someone, and that had been motivated by anger, by rage and hurt pride - and he'd taken the money the older boy had had in his pockets and used it to feed his family. He'd never regretted it, although the disappointment in his father's eyes when he'd come home battered and bloody had hurt him deeply - but not enough to stop him from going back out. He'd never told his father what had happened that night, fearful of losing his love. Even the angel he loved most was Lucifer - he just couldn't argue with the accusation. It was true.

He knew it was true. Everyone, it seemed, but Charles Xavier had known it was true. His heart ached for his friend. He missed him. All of them. He kept losing people. Over forty, just in this place.

Magneto couldn't look Castiel's face, not like that. Looking down, he caught the buckle on the shoulder strap of the pack. Jubilee had bought it for him. Or stolen it, he wasn't sure. He hadn't asked - didn't matter. Jubilee, who if she returned likely wouldn't remember him, and the way she'd crawled into his heart. Wouldn't know how much he loved her. Would likely hate and fear him. The same back home. If he died and returned, he might not remember her or why this had been important. He slid it off his shoulders, catching the strap in his hands. Still, the supplies in it where useful to others.

"May I ask something of you?"

<3

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Magneto's efforts were totally in vain, because Castiel could read every reaction, feel every change in heartbeat, follow every thought without issue. He watched, almost as though he were observing an only slightly entertaining movie.

"It is." His title was God, his name was still Castiel. He'd just transcended, past angel to something greater.

"You may." His decision was made, and nothing would sway it, but Castiel was not a cruel God. He would give even the worst sinners a chance to understand, even if it wouldn't save them.

Expect more of it! <3

[magnetic_magpie]

It's the look that Castiel is giving him that makes it so difficult to keep his composure, triggering in deep ways that he had thought he didn't have to worry about it. Enough that he has to focus on what his body is doing to keep calm, to breathe evenly and slowly, to keep a slow heart rate. It's only the flares on his nerves, the overly active neural activity in his brain, that shows just how panicked he is and how much he's fighting instinct to flee, fight, or both.

He nodded, exhaling slowly as he did, looking up without making eye contact and offer the back to Castiel. "There's a boy, Jax. Would you give that to him?" Jax had been a patient years ago in Skye one night, and it had taken months for Magneto to get the boy to trust him. He was ten now, an orphan and street kid, and he'd joined a band of others who clumped together to care for each other. The slight supplies in the bag would help him and Magneto had accepted that he wasn't going to be around to give it to him. And passing along belongings was just what you did - gave what you had to those who needed them.

He didn't think to ask why Castiel considered him a sinner - he didn't need to. He couldn't even had said he was anything more, and he'd known where his alliances would lead him, he simply hadn't seen a reason to be concerned. After everything he had done, it was very much a 'in for a penny, in for a pound' mentality.

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Castiel's attention shifted to the pack, just briefly, and it lifted with telekinesis before disappearing in an instant, sent to the little boy in question. There was no reason to not to do so, after all, so he could grant the request.

Then his gaze shifted back to Magneto.

"Are you finished?" Anything else to say?

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Magneto closed his fingers around the space the strap had been, like he was trying to hold onto it, even though it was gone. There was no reason for Castiel to deny the request, true, but no reason to grant it either. He had thought he would, Castiel was still a good person, as far as Magneto was concerned. Still, letting go of a gift from one of the children hurt.

At the question he lowered his head, starting to shake it 'no'. He was tired, worn out in a way he hadn't felt in a long time. Weary. Dying here wouldn't change anything back home, there was still a mess to clean up and he didn't want to go back without being able to remember this place. He didn't - there was too much he wasn't willing to let go. Some part of him rebelled against the idea. Some part of him railed against the idea dying. Some other part quietly accepted - even welcomed - it.

"Would it matter, ultimately?" It wasn't argumentative, only tired. "Does any of it matter?" Defending himself, asking why, all of the times he had tried, really tried, to find a better path, to be a good person, to make up for the unforgivable things he had done.

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"Everything matters."

It was that simple.

He didn't bother to explain more, to say anything else; he didn't need to. He didn't believe Magneto would ever learn, and more than anything, that was what sealed his fate for Castiel. People who had done horrible things could still repent, could still turn their lives around and do good, but only if they cared to learn from their mistakes.

He didn't at all think Magneto would ever truly do so.

He raised a hand, extended just a tiny flash of his power, and simply shut everything down. It was quick, essentially painless, not messy; had there been others around, he might've made more of a demonstration, but Magneto wasn't even worth his time.