Chuck Shurley | God (
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Who: Chuck Shurley and Magneto
When: Saturday night
Where: the HoA
Summary: Chuck comes home early from work after a particularly traumatizing vision, and crashes on Mag's couch. :c
Warnings: none so far except excessive canon centricity :|
[He asked Gabriel to poof him home early that night; after having a vision, he was junk for the rest of the damn night. It was impossible to work with vivid prophecy from home slamming at the inside of his head, and especially with something so awful - one angel going crazy, killing all the others - cut off by waking up early, a story without a resolution. Just seeing the complete dissolution of His family and knowing that, if He ever went home, He had that to look forward to. Not just look forward to- but knowing that, at home, He sat back and let that happen to their world without doing a damn thing to stop it. The thought would make any feeling person want to puke.
The sheer shock of what He saw hadn't sunk in yet. He was studiously avoiding thinking about it by pondering Fred, thinking about Darkness, considering his work schedule for that week, and wondering what he would make himself for breakfast. So deep in thought, in fact, that he didn't notice where he was going until He found himself knocking on a door that wasn't his.]
When: Saturday night
Where: the HoA
Summary: Chuck comes home early from work after a particularly traumatizing vision, and crashes on Mag's couch. :c
Warnings: none so far except excessive canon centricity :|
[He asked Gabriel to poof him home early that night; after having a vision, he was junk for the rest of the damn night. It was impossible to work with vivid prophecy from home slamming at the inside of his head, and especially with something so awful - one angel going crazy, killing all the others - cut off by waking up early, a story without a resolution. Just seeing the complete dissolution of His family and knowing that, if He ever went home, He had that to look forward to. Not just look forward to- but knowing that, at home, He sat back and let that happen to their world without doing a damn thing to stop it. The thought would make any feeling person want to puke.
The sheer shock of what He saw hadn't sunk in yet. He was studiously avoiding thinking about it by pondering Fred, thinking about Darkness, considering his work schedule for that week, and wondering what he would make himself for breakfast. So deep in thought, in fact, that he didn't notice where he was going until He found himself knocking on a door that wasn't his.]
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He'll simply continue to fix them drinks.]
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Here you are.
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[In exchange, he holds up some... whatever the fuck it is he got. He's not really sure. It's food.]
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[He takes it. He cooks well - great actually - but over all? He's not picky when he can't afford to be. Right now counts.]
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God. The way it was in the dream- the only angels left alive were Michael and Lucifer, burning up in the Pit. [Shudder.] That's almost worse than having them dead.
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[He's really horrified that that thing even exists.]
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[His voice is slipping into low horror. Horror, at what He'd allowed to happen in that other world and time.]
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[That's the point of torture.]
There has to be something to do Chuck.
[BIG GULP OF THAT DRINK.]
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[He sounds utterly hopeless, though. This is striking him very, very deeply- once again, deeper than it logically should, as everything with the angels does. They never did talk about what happened in October, when his subconscious coughed up a horrific hellscape of the angels and their suffering, instead of the story of Sam and Dean - the gospel he's supposed to be writing. But it's an open secret that Chuck Shurley has more of an attachment to them than he has any business having, and it's deeply-felt.]
They all actually have their shit together. Relatively speaking.
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[He sighed.]
No...not really, they don't.
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What do you mean?
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[And that's the one he knows the details of.]
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[Spill, Erik. Chuck looks like his face is about to turn to stone.]
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[And he's in the middle.]
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What did Lucifer do?
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Lucifer dragged you into the middle of a family argument?
[The stunned look he's giving Erik is less about Lucifer and more about him. How damn involved with Lucifer is he?]
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[He's not actually defensive about it. He'll do damn near anything for those he loves. This mess was simply connected to a few.]
And no, he didn't drag me into it. I noticed something, and decided to be a busybody.
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[Welp. Shit is apparently this close to hitting the fan and Magneto is the gatekeeper of peace. Brb running for cover.]
So how exactly does it stand now with Lucifer and Gabriel?
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"As far as I'm concerned, Gabriel died a year ago. I don't have any reason to speak to him or her. If they act against me first, that's a different story, but as long as they don't, I'm not interested in them."
That's how it stands.
[Running for cover is good. He's just going to rub his face.]
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He honestly wonders sometimes if He wasn't drunk when He Created them.]
Oh. Good. Yeah, that's awesome. That won't blow up in everyone's faces or anything.
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[He tosses more of his drink back.]
I just don't want Jinx and Lucifer near each other. I can't do anything about the rest, but...
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[MOAR DRINK.]
She can't leave it alone and he has the emotional maturity of a five year old.
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[He just rests his face in just hand.]
Jinx isn't much better on some things. And losing a child...it brings out the worst in you.
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