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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!

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[inthejunk]

For a moment, everything seemed to stand still. Or maybe everything moved so fast that it seemed like Yosuke was standing still. The sequence of events was impossible to follow, but somehow he ended up on his knees, covered in things that used to be inside of Gustavo Fring.

People were screaming. Someone was screaming. Shit, was it him? It was. It took him a moment to try and form words, and when he did they came out shrill and hoarse.

"What did you do? WHAT DID YOU JUST DO?"

It probably wasn't the best of ideas to scream at someone who had just brutally murdered another man right in front of you, but this was all so far beyond logic that there was no use trying to apply it anyway. Yosuke glanced at the warm, but rapidly cooling coating of sticky goo that had spattered his legs and arms and -oh please not his face too- gagged loudly in the back of his throat.

"What the hell did you do? Oh, gods..."

[ofthursday]

Castiel, for his part, was impassive; he glanced over at Yosuke at the screaming--that was annoying--but then ignored it, completely untouched by the gore.

"I gave him what he deserved." He finally said, evenly, then gave Yosuke only a parting glance before disappearing entirely in a sudden fluttering noise, leaving him alone with the mess.

[businessman]

It was not an ideal outcome.

The pain of being disincorporated was one he remembered all too well -- or, at least, it wasn't all that different from being halfway blown up by a bomb. The pain of being reincorporated? That was new. The goo covering Yosuke began to tremble as Castiel winked out of existence, vibrating atop his skin and clothes like tiny whirlpools. Particles began to leap away from him, hovering in the air until they made up the shape of a lean dark-skinned man with glasses, and--

--then Gustavo Fring was standing in front of him once more, looking sallow and shaken but whole. His glasses were on the ground in front of him. He blinked at Yosuke, then bent to pick them up, wiping them carefully on his tie before putting them back on.

What to say? He hurt terribly, and even as impervious as he usually was, he felt like he wanted to throw up... but it seemed far more important right now that he had a secret that Yosuke Hanamura knew. One that only Mike and Jesse knew; to the rest of the world, as far as he was concerned, he had no powers at all.

Were he at home, with all his resources, this would be a much simpler question, and a much shorter life for Yosuke. But here...

...Maintaining the character was the most important thing. For now. He swallowed painfully, wiped his mouth, and said, "I-- I don't know what just happened. I don't understand."

[inthejunk]

Something warm made its way down Yosuke's leg, spreading slowly as Gus reformed in front of his eyes. It trickled into his shoe, leaked out the side where the expensive aerorated designs were, and puddled quietly on the pavement. His mouth moved a few times, but he couldn't seem to make a sound. Eyes as wide as chestnuts, he finally took a step back. He couldn't even hear what Gus said over the painful, loud slamming of his heartbeat. But he didn't have to hear it to recognize it for what it was. A lie. Some sort of attempt to smooth over a situation that couldn't feasibly be smoothed over at all.

Yosuke stared, for a moment unable to respond besides the quiet hyperventilation and the urine puddle. He'd seen a lot of really screwed up stuff in his short lifetime, but this? This took the metaphorical cake. It took the whole stupid Funtom bakery worth of cake. And he wasn't about to volunteer to deliver on this. No freaking way.

"S-stay the hell away from me!"

[businessman]

In another life, Gustavo found the nearest weapon and made a quick end of this. It would have been so much easier... but no: not in a world where the dead came back and anyone could be watching, the way he would be watching Yosuke Hanamura from now on.

"I don't know what happened," he insisted, widening his eyes, holding out his shaking hands. "I didn't even know I had a gift, but this must be..."

Catering to the comfort of a urine-stained teenager. How the Don would laugh, if he knew. But really... wasn't this just another messy job that needed to be done?

[inthejunk]

Yosuke leaps back, out of Gus's reach. It's only then that he notices the puddle, which he realizes belatedly is-oh, gods. His face goes bright red. Nearly plum, even. He gives the wet leg a dismayed shake, and stumbles backwards again until he's pressed against the wall. No, no, no. This isn't happening.

"I'll scream."

It comes out low and rough, as if there's a bunch of gravel in his throat. It feels like there is. If his stomach wasn't empty, he might be sick. As it is, he can only stand there sweating and shaking, covered in piss, making hoarse threats at a man who obviously can't be killed anyway.

Fuck. And all of his heroes are dead. No matter if he does scream, no one will come for him this time.

[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...

[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."

[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!"