"What Will You Fight For?"

Given the fact that we are all outsiders brought in to settle the question of whether darkness or light with reign over this purgatory, and the fact that dark and light will always and forever chase each other's tails, like yin and yang, evening and morning, it seems like more of a contest than a war.

So what happens if we simply refuse to play?

Brother, I wish to be relieved of my responsibilities. I am emotionally compromised and cannot perform my duties as impartially and as efficiently as I have been able to in the past. I am sorry for my weakness. I do not expect you to show mercy, since it is your right as viceroy to stamp out the easily corrupted.

need...healer.

too much...

This isn't Tanelorn, and I don't take wrong turns.

Would anyone like to cut a girl a break and point me towards the next Gateway? I really don't have time to play through another Dream right now.

This has to be a Dream, doesn't it? I can't really have strayed onto

Now that everyone appears to be functioning normally, I advise we return to our tasks. If you are not assigned something specific, or are unfamiliar with fighting tactics, I would advise taking this time to practice or learn combat skills. Even if you are not a soldier, it would be beneficial for you to be able to defend yourselves, should a situation arise where you are imperiled.

[Anael]

I believe it is far past time we resume our battles, sister. I do not wish to allow the enemy any more time to gain advantages. We should discuss a plan of attack.

[Gabriel]

Despite being returned to myself, I find myself wishing once again you would rejoin our ranks, brother. Why can I not stop being concerned? Is this how emotions work? They gain a foothold, and they then refuse to leave?

I am unsure the protocol for going to war against one of our own, brother. I do not wish any harm to befall you, but I doubt you will simply abandon your faction on the battlefield to escape your own injury. Tell me what to d

I suppose this message has no point. I simply am uncertain concerned trying to determine the best course of action for all involved. What would you suggest?

Instead of fucking with our heads, I'd be peachy if the gods could spend more time sending us reinforcements. We're not getting any more invincible over here.

P.S. Sam, would one of things you'd rather do to me happen to include convincing one of your angel buddies to fix me a tall glass of Insta-Heal?

[All Angels]

It appears I have been released from whatever was causing the emotional mimicry. Is the case for the rest of you, as well?

[Doctor]

I believe your privacy is once again your own. I am feeling no heightened emotional conditions, and my restlessness has faded. I presume this was not your doing, as I did not feel any sense of accomplishment before the cut-off. Am I correct in that assumption?

My wrist... I can't... Michael, it hurts...

fuck. think i broe my hsnd.

if were gona fiht wemight aas well gett onwith itthen,.

whers somethingg to killl/./?


Edited in later:

heyyy mikl, casis actng drukn an he sadd he didn drinkk thigs. nottsure wy itsa problme but apaparntly is.




[ooc: Dean is drunk again. And pretty much going from woe, let me shoot myself to hey, I should just go die in battle, as far as sentiments go. Good times.]

Are either of you experiencing any of these changes whatsoever? I do not wish to bother you if you remain unaffected, but I am concerned, and I felt it safest to double-check.

Something's very wrong around here and I think it has something to do with Cas' little display.

I believe that our newest arrivals — particularly the humans — require responsibilities to focus on other than their personal needs. As soon as is possible. Have we decided yet what our next plan of action against the enemy will be?

I didn't do anything to it.

So... anybody else having more luck trying to get out once the doors come off?

Isn't this quaint. Just like camp!

Someone needs to entertain me.

Brother, may I speak with you?

I am having trouble... with my mission. If he, it, is my mission any more.

I wish to eat cake.

Oh, you have got to be kidding me. Worst week ever.

Well isn't this cute?