These words I've shared

[thepull_mods]

Who: Open Log for all those who let themselves get taken in.
When: September 1st, 1918 and September 2nd, 1918.
Where: Undisclosed barracks at the Missionworth Military Base
Summary: The Military wants answers, and they're hoping you can help give them. Also, there are at least temporary beds. Try and sleep off that hangover.
Warnings: Interrogations will only go as badly as expected.

Though the newcomers haven't been treated as an overall threat, they have been taken to their new location as quickly as possible, and under fairly heavy guard.

Those guarding the newcomers vary between overly interested, and incredibly wary. Some seem to barely be able to hold back asking questions, and some clearly expecting a fight at any moment.

Needless to say, the tension is a bit high.

The newcomers who came quietly (Or at all) are held for the meantime in an empty barracks, bunk beds lining the walls and a bathroom off one end of the hall.

Periodically, a guard will come by and request for someone to follow them to be questioned.

It's likely a good idea to follow. 

Comments

[ofthursday]

[It's a little amazing how small Castiel can make himself look when he chooses to, considering he's nearly six feet tall, and he's sitting on his temporary bed and doing his best to meld with the corner of the wall it's against. Knees drawn up against his chest and watching everyone warily, he's completely silent and might be mistaken for being stoically calm, if it weren't for that his hands are shaking slightly.

All of this is more than a little stressful for someone with less than a month's worth of memories.]

[servingmichael]

[Raphael's sudden appearance, marked by wing beats, probably won't help Castiel but he can be sure they won't disturbed.]

You always manage to get yourself into trouble.

[ofthursday]

[Castiel starts at the sudden presence, and nearly hits his head on the bunk bed above him.]

What do you want?

[While it would've been a snappish or unimpressed, if still fearful, response from Castiel normally, it's just an honest and somewhat nervous question as he is at the moment.]

[servingmichael]

Calm down.

[There's just enough edge for it to clearly be an order.]

I'm doing a head count. At least for now.

[ofthursday]

[He just swallows and presses himself further back into the corner. All he can really think about is how dangerous Crowley told him Raphael is, and that he wants Castiel dead.]

A head count for what purpose?

[servingmichael]

[Raphael also isn't going to harm Castiel when he can't remember what he's done.]

Because I am unwilling to allow those from our world to be harmed.

[Save the demons, of course.]

Which means I need to know where all of you are.

[ofthursday]

I'm not hurt.

[He says it quickly, and it's true. Hopefully it will prompt Raphael to just go away.]

[servingmichael]

Not right now, no. Which doesn't mean you are going to stay that way.

[It's not a threat - he's simply did some peeking around in the minds of the soldiers here. And there are a few who would too ready abuse the prisoners here.]

Hence. Headcount.

[ofthursday]

Fine. You have done your headcount.

[This time, there's just a flicker of Castiel's attitude under the words.]

Do you need anything else?

[servingmichael]

You should be more polite Castiel, I need not be so merciful towards you.

[It's almost mild, though there is a warning in the set of his jaw and the muscles around his eyes.]

How did you end up here.

[It's not a question.]

[ofthursday]

[His jaw tightens in some combination of frustration, fear, and anger, but he looks away to stare at the wall next to him.]

I didn't resist when they showed up to bring us here.

[servingmichael]

How well behaved you are.

[...He almost wants to keep Castiel like this.]

Planning on simply doing what they tell you?

[ofthursday]

For now. I have no reason not to.

[He isn't hurt, just a little freaked out, and the conditions aren't unbearable. He feels claustrophobic and everyone is too loud, but he can put up with it for a little while longer.]

[servingmichael]

What would cause you to?

[He actually doesn't want to draw attention to the angels, which means he's trying to keep them from being harmed. Or from acting out aggressively.]

[ofthursday]

I don't know.

[He pulls his knees up a little closer to his chest, back to nervous again, all of his spark from earlier burned out.]

If someone tries to harm me or others here, perhaps.

[servingmichael]

Others in general or certain others?

[Raphael just watches, leaning against the wall. He's alert but at ease.]

[ofthursday]

I don't know.

[He doesn't, really, and maybe if he keeps saying it Raphael will go away.]

[servingmichael]

Do you even remember how to fight?

[He's not being sarcastic, it's something he needs to know.]

[ofthursday]

[He just gives a tiny shake of his head as an answer.]

[servingmichael]

[Raphael sighs, though it's almost too quiet to hear.]

That would likely only make matters worse, you realize.

[ofthursday]

[He just shifts a little farther back into the corner, though feeling pinned in is only making him more nervous. Nothing he's saying seems to be right, so maybe just not answering would be for the best.]

[servingmichael]

[Half an apocalypse and several days of Holy Fire ago, maybe...]

Cowering doesn't suit you.

[It's like watching Gabriel taunt a Cherub.]

They are already interested in us, what do think would happen if they realized they could poke you into action?

[ofthursday]

If I'm not supposed to act, then what am I to do?

[If there's one thing that hasn't changed with his loss of memories, it's how mercurial his moods can be, and he's swung right back to holding that hint of fire in his voice.]

You just told me cowering doesn't suit me.

[momchester]

[Mary comes in with - or rather, is shoved in kind of roughly by - a guard who plainly isn't convinced that she still qualifies as coming quietly, brushes herself off, and stalks away from him crankily, carrying her high heels from the New Year's party in one hand. She looks around in irritation before spotting Cas in a far corner and coming over rather more calmly.

By the time she sits down next to him she's tenser but much more quiet, and a bruise is starting to blossom on one of her bare arms. Her voice is quiet.]

Are you okay?

[ofthursday]

Hello Mary.

[He manages to hold his voice even and soft when he greets her, trying to pull some sense of calm around himself. Surely Mary is upset too and she doesn't always need to be taking care of him.]

I'm fine. Are you?