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Who: Leviastiel, and YOU~
When: December 1st-December 6th
Where: All over the city
Summary: The Leviathan go on a rampage and eat their way through the city.
Warnings: Almost everything? Seriously though this is an ancient body-controlling monster that will eat people alive, so yeah.

OOC: Same deal as the Godstiel log! Tag in your characters and post when the encounter is happening. Encounters can happen from just after midnight on the 1st (start of the day midnight) to noon on the 6th, just pick a day and time! Information for the plot is here and if people who haven't signed up still want to encounter Leviastiel, just drop me a note on the plotting post!

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[integrity]

You need to figure it out, kitten, because you are the only one who can tell me.

[It's a hiss as Crowley presses his fingers a little more into Castiel's temples, ignoring Meg and Castiel's order to her, to remove him from the scene. He has no power at the moment, his host is broken and falling apart at the seams, but he is still Crowley. He can figure this out, he can kill the Leviathan, and he will do it with or without anyone else's assistance, because that is how Crowley does things. What he wants, he gets, and there is no in between, and he wants the Leviathan dead.

But if Castiel can't tell him, if Castiel is not able to think clearly enough to analyze the situation, then Crowley must figure something else out. They are clearly injured, fighting for survival and control. Maybe just one last bullet from the Colt will be enough to at least put Castiel out of his misery, maybe it may be enough to kill the Leviathan --

His fingers slip from Castiel's face to the collar of his coat, curling his fingers into it despite the blood and the black ooze, frustrated and cornered and angry. There is nothing he can do at the moment but run and, ever the survivalist, Crowley knows he must do exactly that. But first, he continues speaking, his tone cold and low and hellish, his eyes blinking at once into that scarlet red, using the last of his powers to make a statement.]

I hope you are still watching and listening to the bottom-feeding mutation that knocked you on your ass, Leviathan, because I am going to erase you from existence, across every dimensional plane of existence. And I am never going to stop until I squash the last cell between my fingers.

[It's soft, dangerous, as Crowley's fingers press into Castiel's shoulders, reluctant to let go, and his eyes blink back to his host's green, the last of his power seeped, but no less the furious for it.]

Unfortunate that you made it personal.

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[Meg's comment is almost amusing, in some way, because of course he would owe her, but he was going to die so he doesn't quite see the point. Maybe if he comes back he can make good on the debt, but he isn't sure that'll happen. He isn't sure there'll be anything to come back to.

He shakes his head just slightly at Crowley's words, because he can't figure it out. It's too difficult, he doesn't know what happened, thinking is like wading through molasses--or maybe, more aptly, blood--and he can't do it. He just watches Crowley's eyes shift, and his statement, and hears the Leviathan laugh and accept the challenge, even though Castiel is still holding them back, just barely.

He drops his fingers from Crowley's coat sleeve to his hand, and with the last of his strength presses his healing power forward again. It will drain him, and he won't be able to stop the Leviathan from taking over again, but Meg's comment was an agreement, he's sure. She'll get them both out of there and they'll be alright, at least.]