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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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thatdarncat
2011-06-07 03:33 am UTC (link)

Oh great, now guns were involved. She had never felt comfortable using guns, though she supposed she had never fought anything other than a human before. It had been a long morning, and it wasn't even ten a.m. yet. Though she wouldn't say so, or even admit it to herself, she was frightened.

"Christo..." she repeated. Hoo, boy. She would definitely be wearing a few crosses, necessary or not.

"How did you-" she began to ask, but cut herself off. That was hardly the most surprising thing that had happened today. "It's fine. It's a little sore, but I've weathered worse, believe me."

She sighed, looking down at the revolver. "I'm starting to get that you don't really understand hyperbole or anything like that, so I expect you'll answer truthfully," she announced, glancing back up at the man...er, angel. "Will I be in serious danger?"

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castieli
2011-06-07 04:38 am UTC (link)

For a fraction of a second, Castiel had the grace to adopt an expression that maybe resembled shame as he admitted, truthfully, that he did not know. They were warriors, after all, serving Heaven, not men, and it was generally accepted that individual lives were expendable in view of the Grand Scheme. Some were more comfortable with the idea than others. As for Castiel . . . he had the occasional misgiving, but obedience trumped all because the orders came from God and that made it righteous. Now that they were denied access to the outside world, the orders were commingled out of dissension in their ranks. It made him uneasy.

But they were at war. A cold war of their own, one might say, but a war nevertheless. Granted, they had not expected to clash so openly against the forces of Hell this early in the game, when the chosen vessels had not even been born yet. Given the circumstances, however, a turf war over the fair city of New York could not be avoided.

"I don't know. That is why we need you in peak condition." Partway to placing one hand on her troubled shoulder, he recalled what she had said about permission. He paused awkwardly, then asked: "May I?"

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thatdarncat
2011-06-07 04:59 am UTC (link)

That he was silent for as long as he was scared her a little, but was somehow oddly reassuring. The fact that he didn't try to lie, or sugarcoat the fact that yes, she might be in trouble was a refreshing amount of candor, and she felt that, at the very least, she was in good hands.

She glanced back down at the gun. She was still not thrilled about having to use it, and would pack a bullwhip as her primary weapon. The revolver, she decided, was only if it was absolutely necessary. Maybe this would just be a routine grab 'n' go. Maybe there wouldn't be any demons at all.

"And maybe it'll be like a Vincent Price movie. Only one way to find out, really."

She couldn't help but smile at his awkward question. It must've been that humans really were a mystery to him, but at least he was a fast learner.

"You may," she replied calmly. Hopefully this wouldn't sting quite as bad as the last time he touched her. And if so, well...at least he was handsome.

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castieli
2011-06-09 12:23 am UTC (link)

At her consent, Castiel moved forward. This time, he had barely to touch her. The instant that he did, any hint of throbbing in Selina's shoulder did not ebb away so much as vanish completely, leaving her limbs and muscles as good and refreshed as the day she was born. This done, his attention was already elsewhere. He circled distractedly around her, seeing or hearing something that wasn't apparently there.

"I will come for you tonight." With these final words, their business was concluded and he departed as abruptly as he had arrived. Well, he certainly could have been more considerate and offered to do something about Joan, but a Martian could easily have bested him when it came to personal relationships.

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thatdarncat
2011-06-09 06:38 am UTC (link)

"Boy, I should try and run into angels more often," she thought as she moved her arm around, now pain free. She did not notice his watching something invisible, distracted as she was by the sudden burst of energy she had from her repaired shoulder.

She gave him a quick farewell, barely managing to get out a "See you later" before he was gone. For several moments she stood silently in the living room, noticing there was a sudden feeling of emptiness now that the angel had left.

The absurdity of the situation washed over her, and as she retreated to her bedroom to call work - the flu, she would say - she wondered if she hadn't dreamt it all. But no - Isis was still moping under the bed, and she felt no pain in her shoulder at all. She decided that if he indeed returned tonight, that would be proof enough. And if he didn't, well, that was a clear indication that she definitely needed to stay home from work that day.

With a small sigh, she began gathering her tools.

"Isis, it's going to be a very long day,"

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