[Infrastructure]
Welcome back, everyone. I hope you're all enjoying the party we threw for you down in the tunnels.
I understand that you do not wish to speak of the events in Storybrooke. However, I felt it necessary to apologize for my nagging you about the tree. Your friend Groot is quite an amazing person, and I would never wish to separate you two from one another.
I'm tired of people I care about disappearing unexpectedly, Hawke. Can you pull a Seeker out of your ass, just this once?[Cullen & Bull]
Curly. Tiny.Cullen. Bull. I'm moping. I don't like moping. Get in a fight or something, I need a distraction. I'd even be open to you two demonstrating some creativity for entertainment purposes.
Group hug? I would like to group hug.
It looks like I'm joining your ranks as the new sergeant of Charlie squad. I think I know most of you at least a bit since I've been here for awhile now, but I'm looking forward to working with you. I know previously we had some friendly competitions and such going between the squads and I'd love to get that back up and running.
Looking forward to working with all of you.
With Sgt. Pentaghast's departure, command saw fit to put me in charge. It's an honor. I've fought with many of you in the past few battles, and personnaly, I think we're an awesome squad. Some of you might thing I'm too young for the job, but at home I was praetor, in charge of leading and training over 200 troops of Roman demi-gods and legacies. I think you know that I'm tough but fair.
Some of you have probably noticed that Edmund and I are in a relationship. I do not intend to treat him any differently than the rest of you, but I realize some of you may have a problem with this. If you do, please let me know and we'll work out a solution. Edmund and I both believe the squad comes first and he's volunteered to transfer if people think that would be best. For those that have been here awhile, this isn't the first time something like this has happened here, and people were able to separate things out.
My door's always open if any of you want to chat or have any suggestions. You know your strengths and weakness better than others.
So things got sorted with Edmund. And I'm now a sergeant. Not quite praetor, but still. Hopefully I don't mess this up.
I told Edmund what happened with my dad.
Why do I the urge to cook a big multi-course Italian-PuertoRican meal for our friends/family?
I will be gone today. I go this morning to see Luna. I will return after, but probably stay to meet with some of my people while I am at the river.
There is much happening now with the border trouble -- it heats up in the time most of you were away. I have a restless feeling.
You've both been invited to Polis with me, Mom, Kane, and Woeste. The message arrived later than it was supposed to thanks to Azgeda harassing the messenger, so we've got about an hour before we have to be on the road.
I get to tag along to Polis, so if I don't come back, there's a list of who gets my stuff under my mattress. Look after our people for me.
So-- and I can't believe I'm about to use this phrase-- Dean was right. Ugh.
Lucifer has to go now, and I do mean now. Castiel is dying. Our little unscheduled holiday convinced him he was all alone and that fighting back was pointless, and Lucifer's ground him down into a pathetic lump. I told him he'd better get his fight back, but we'll see if a) he listened, and b) he can actually untuck his bollocks and get the job done.
Lucifer, mind you, is extremely pissed off and ready to murder Castiel, Dean, and me, in no particular order, but probably starting with me for warning Castiel. As you can see, he didn't succeed in killing me yet. I cast a banishment and some other warm and fuzzy hexes that may or may not succeed in weakening him. This world being what it is, who knows where the banishing actually dumped the contumelious sorner?
Hope you morons are ready to go. Crowley out.
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