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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!

Comments

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"Well, so much for all-merciful." Harry's voice is scathing; he remembers God Complex's words from the network. His so-called mission to judge sins and such.

He doesn't usually go toe-to-toe with divine entities. Supposedly, he'd learned his lesson when he wrestled with a semi-divine one once upon a time. He'd walked away with the scars to show for it, including the big one on his face. But the threat of people being hurt was there, and whether it was the Port or Chicago - he couldn't stand for that.

He's trying not to openly insult Castiel (because the guy's got power), but Harry has snarkolepsy, so words keep coming. "Heh," he smirks, just a little, like he's come to realize something. "You really can't get that archangel off my back, can you?"

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"I can be merciful, when it's warranted." Castiel responded, light tone never changing, smiling just a tiny fraction. "What archangel?" He could just reach out and take the information, but it was more interesting--and said a great deal more--to hear what explanation would be given.

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To name or to not name? After a moment's silence, Harry elects to cautiously offer the information. Might as well, because whether or not the other could get the archangel off his back. The power gimmick he'd received was cool enough, but being yanked around by Abrahamic deities was annoying.

"The feathery asshole named Uriel," the reply is low, and all eyes are on Castiel.

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"Uriel was a traitor, in my world." Castiel responded, as if this was an interesting curiosity. "He hated humans. Why would the Uriel of your world be interested in you?"

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"He's a great big bag of meddlesome dicks in a janitor's jumpsuit in mine." Yeah, Harry isn't too keen on Abrahamic deities getting up in his business. He believes in one thing and one thing alone, and it hasn't failed him yet.

He does shrug at the question. "Dunno'. One moment, I'm saddled with a Fallen in my brain, the next, I'm saddled with heaven's fire."

augh sorry for the slow

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"A human, given the powers of the angels?" Castiel asked, eyes narrowing just a fraction, as he drifted slightly closer. "For what purpose?"

it's okay, you have a lot on your plate!

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To say the least, he'd been given that power. Harry jolts subtly when the other shifts closer. He's a bundle of tensions, if only because that pervasive dark power that clings to Castiel is pretty creepy.

"It was a reward," he elaborates. "Or so I was told. I fought off the wiles of a fallen angel who sought to evilfy me. I won. I suppose Uriel considers meddling in my life a just reward." He's not even going to mention the Holy Swords, yeesh.

<333

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"Whoever and whatever your world's Uriel is, this is not something a human should possess." It was wrong, on so many levels, and Castiel was quickly making up his mind. This couldn't be allowed to continue.

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"It's not something for you to judge," Harry retorts hotly, though he has a feeling this is all about to go downhill real fast. He puts his right hand out, and shakes his head - clearly telling Castiel to stay where he was.

It's that right hand that hums with the angelic fire, and Harry will use it if he has to (which, it's looking pretty likely he will). "Back off."

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Holy Fire was one of the few things angels feared, but Castiel wasn't an angel anymore. He was completely unfazed, and raised his own hand to, with a flick of telekinesis, throw Harry back toward the fence behind him.

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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.

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