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of castiel ♃ (castieli) wrote in silverage,
@ 2011-06-01 19:05:00

Entry tags:

!log, castiel, selina kyle

Who: Castiel and Selina Kyle
Where: Selina's flat
When: Thursday morning
What: Prayer and commission
Rating: PG

The jostle yanked him from his stupor.

Where his head had dipped irreverently towards the tempered glass, he jerked awake. This struck him immediately as peculiar, being that angels were not known to sleep. In that threshold between dreaming and waking worlds, he blinked at a wisp of grey smoke that rose into the ceiling. Directly beneath its trail was a tobacco pipe wedged firmly between the lips of a passenger whose face was obscured by a grey felt hat. He was at once seized by the notion that he had dreamt most vividly, though of what he had promptly forgotten.

Presently, they plunged headlong into a pitch black tunnel. The row of bare light bulbs fizzled, casting strange shadows at war on a battlefield of verdigris steel as the ceiling fans hummed in the background. He was on the E train, he realised. Across from him overhead was an advertisement for petroleum, insisting that the reader PUT A TIGER IN YOUR TANK! It was accompanied by an illustration of a tiger with an uppity grin from ear to ear, pushing against the back of a motor vehicle. He did not understand. Tigers did not express emotions in such a way, and anyway, how could a tiger fit in the tank of an automobile?

He turned his attention to the rest of the car. They were alone, he and the man in the homburg. The man was murmuring something incoherent. With a frown, the angel glanced about, and seeing no one, he leaned in, the better to hear what the man had to say. This was met by a meaningless grunt that released another puff of cloud. Then the man proceeded to snore very loudly.

Somewhat put out by this, the angel returned to an upright position. No sooner did he hearken a voice deep in prayer. Though by no means obligated to answer it, when next the lights flickered in the subway train, its fare dropped mysteriously from two to one.

On the other side of the city, a quiet sigh of air announced his arrival behind the person's shoulder. It was a misty morning, echoing in the distance the muffled din of a city full of people readying themselves for a new day.

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castieli
2011-06-05 09:18 pm UTC (link)

"That would be preferable, yes," Castiel acknowledged. Uriel, in his usual gusto, had been much too happy to offer to smite the entire block and be done with it, but such would have left untold amount of casualties. As Heaven could not be reached for input, Anna gained the upper hand on behalf of the block's inhabitants and Uriel had withdrawn his suggestion, muttering about mud monkeys. They had laid siege and culled what they believed to be the majority of the demons from the vicinity, but the Enochian warding made the inside of the building an expansive blind spot. In truth, they could not be sure what, if anything, lay wait inside. The implication was that it was preferable that the chosen human not go up against demons, but the job did not come with guarantees.

"We believe that you are uniquely qualified for the task of covert entry. It will not be easy. But first, there are a few things we must prepare you for . . . in case." In case of what, he did not have to say.

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thatdarncat
2011-06-05 09:36 pm UTC (link)

This suddenly didn't sound fun anymore. He didn't deny the possibility of demons, which she took to mean as an almost definite guarantee that there were going to be demons. She was in over her head.

"In case..." she repeated, and as if knowing he would not continue the thought, added, "In case of what?"

Isis purred beneath her legs, and Selina picked her up, squeezing her too tightly. Isis mewed in protest, but Selina needed something to grab on to.

"I'm not going to be possessed or something, am I?" she added, almost feeling silly.

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castieli
2011-06-06 12:51 am UTC (link)

"In case we were wrong about your abilities," Castiel ended with the same dryness with which he'd begun, no more ominously than if he'd said she ought to bring an umbrella in case it rained. "Possession is one of the things for which you must be prepared," he agreed, approving of her line of thought.

It was a good thing she was already backed up against the counter for support. Before she could really have another say, he was examining her with a tilted head. "This will be uncomfortable," he warned, then laid his hand over her solar plexus. There was a warm glow that soaked through her skin and soon began to burn until lines of complex inscriptions in Enochian were etched into all twelve pairs of her ribs. The process stung badly, but also mercifully quick.

"This will protect you from demonic detection." Isis, who had been struggling and hissing nastily in her arms, clawed at his sleeve as he removed his hand. "And also possession. It will not ward against ordinary perception, however. I trust that will not be a problem."

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