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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.]

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[Chuck groans and does the same. FM-fucking-L. Of course Lucifer disowned him. Why wouldn't he? Anything less just wouldn't have the right flair.

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.

Not at all.

[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...

As long as they're all them the problem'll never go away.

[MOAR DRINK.]

She can't leave it alone and he has the emotional maturity of a five year old.

So I gathered.

[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.

Yeah. [He quickly knocks back some of his drink to stop from saying I know.] I- I can't even imagine.

[It did Him, once. Things are softer now; even in His harshest temper after Aslan's death it was so much better than the cruelty He used to be capable of.]

I wish there was some way I could help her. Or him. Or anyone.

Just. Be there. Remind her that even if it feels like it now, life didn't stop.

I'm. Not really good a good person to go to with this one.

As for him.

[A small motion. Like he knows.]

[Quietly:] I know that's the answer, but it's impossible to make it seem real to someone in that much pain.

[Chuck rubs a hand through his hair tiredly.]

God, is everyone we know two steps away from imploding?

Trust me Chuck, I'm well aware.

[He just drops his head back against the couch.]

Most of the grown ups, apparently.

Do the angels count under that?

...Nope.

Michael can count as a grown up, I suppose.

So are the grown ups AND the kids all about to implode?

[Throw him a bone here. He's asking if the other angels are okay too, since Erik seems to know everything and Chuck just. Needs to know.]

You see Gabriel more than I do.

[He takes a drink of his rum, clearly mulling something over as he swallows slowly.]

Speaking of them though, I wanted to ask you something.

Yeah? Shoot.

Castiel mentioned to me, when we first set up the sigils, that angel blood was good - best, he implied - to use for them, though the building was much too large. And that periodically they would need to be redone. In your visions, have you seen other uses? Other rituals?

[His voice was calm, quiet. Almost casual, though he was trying too hard.]

For... angel blood?

[Chuck goes very still, thinking hard. Something is extremely not right here.]

Why?

[He picks up his food, eating carefully.]

It was a topic which came up.

[Still very forced calmness.]

Did it come up again recently?

Fairly recently.

Not sigils, it's only a few ounces of blood.

A few ounces of blood what?

[Which is a reasonable question, since Erik's basically talking in nonsensical sentence fragments that Chuck can't even remotely piece together to form an explanation. Plus goddamn he needs to know.]

Being used. It would take more than that to to sigils on a room, which is the only use I know.

Being- being replenished? How often? Are you saying Cas is losing that much blood?

I didn't say it was Castiel.

[But he'd not denying it either.]

But you're saying someone is losing angel blood. How often? How much? Why would Cas even say that?

I never said it was Castiel. I said he told me angel blood was used for sigils.

[A long drink.]

But one of my patients is. Four ounces, every four days.

Your patients.

[An angel. Lucifer would never, neither would Michael. Anna wouldn't even count and Gabriel wouldn't need a doctor.]

Oh my god. Oh my god, no. No no no no no no.

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