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

[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.

[servingmichael]

Notice I am actually making an attempt to protect you, for one.

[Oh he's noticing. Raphael's own emotions run deep, powerful strong currents he keeps locked down - and for reasons like this. Even with centuries of control, he looks remarkably unimpressed.]

It doesn't. Stand up.

[ofthursday]

[His eyes flash and his considers refusing, but as before with the military and being brought here, he doesn't resist. It takes a moment to uncurl his legs and get out of the little cove made by being on the bottom bed of a bunk, but he eventually draws himself upright to face Raphael.

More notably, instead of his usual staring at the floor or off to the side, he lifts his chin and makes even eye contact.]

[servingmichael]

[It doesn't dawn on Raphael that Castiel would refuse, though he takes a step back as Castiel stands, giving him a little room.

Raphael watches back, but then, when doesn't he make eye contact?]

Hold up an arm.

[Consider it an experiment.]

[ofthursday]

Why?

[The question is out before he even thinks about it, and he draws back just a little on reflex, assuming on instinct that whatever the reason is, it isn't going to be good.]

[servingmichael]

Because I'm going to grab it. I want to see if you can get loose.

[It's not malicious, at least.]

[ofthursday]

[The really doesn't sound like fun, and he just shakes his head a little. Nope. He wants no part in this.]

[servingmichael]

I'm not going to grab you hard enough to harm you. You want me to leave you here, to risk yourself for people you don't even known. I need to know you aren't as helpless as you currently appear.

[He's actually not planning on hurting Castiel.]

[ofthursday]

Why isn't it my choice?

[Even without his memory, and knowing that this is the base of what started all his problems with Heaven and Raphael, this is the question that comes to mind first and foremost. Why is it Raphael's decision what he does, and not his own?]

[servingmichael]

Because you don't know enough of the situation to make that choice.

[Raphael is actually trying to give Castiel an actual answer beyond 'I said so'.]

You don't know what you are, what can you do, or enough of humans to judge this situation.

[ofthursday]

I know that I shouldn't even be speaking with you, let alone listening.

[He takes a step back, as he says it.]

Just leave me alone.

[servingmichael]

And who says that you shouldn't?

[He doesn't advance, merely watches.]

[ofthursday]

Does it matter?

[There's a flash of protectiveness; even though it wouldn't be difficult to guess who told him such, he's not about to tell Raphael.]

[servingmichael]

To me it does.

[Oh he can guess.]