But fallout follows were we go...
Characters: Castiel, Lucifer
When: Ambiguously dated between about May 10th to now
Where: By the Taj Mahal in the northwest quarter
Rating: PG probably unless they anger each other
Summary: The newly formed team (Team Shady Fallen Angels, maybe?) meet up to discuss plans.
Castiel had arrived at the designated meeting place early, having left Dean's apartment the night before and spent awhile wandering about, hoping to avoid inadvertently leading Lucifer right back to where the Winchester lived by flaying straight from the house to the Taj Mahal. He looked around the building and surrounding area while he waited, reading the inscriptions that marked the building, despite knowing them all already and having seen the original building, back in his world, more than once before. All the while, a song followed him softly in the background.
Part of him--the moral, human part--wondered why he was here, why he'd ever agreed to this in the first place, and why he thought this was a good idea; he'd literally made a deal with the devil. The other still human and more adaptable part reminded him that this was a strategic decision, one that would get everyone involved what they wanted, and would achieve both of his own goals. The angel part was purely practical and logical and, ignoring that Lucifer was Lucifer, found the decision sound for all reasonable purposes.
It was becoming all too easy once more to simply block out the first voice and the inconvenient worries and guilt that came with it.
When: Ambiguously dated between about May 10th to now
Where: By the Taj Mahal in the northwest quarter
Rating: PG probably unless they anger each other
Summary: The newly formed team (Team Shady Fallen Angels, maybe?) meet up to discuss plans.
Castiel had arrived at the designated meeting place early, having left Dean's apartment the night before and spent awhile wandering about, hoping to avoid inadvertently leading Lucifer right back to where the Winchester lived by flaying straight from the house to the Taj Mahal. He looked around the building and surrounding area while he waited, reading the inscriptions that marked the building, despite knowing them all already and having seen the original building, back in his world, more than once before. All the while, a song followed him softly in the background.
Part of him--the moral, human part--wondered why he was here, why he'd ever agreed to this in the first place, and why he thought this was a good idea; he'd literally made a deal with the devil. The other still human and more adaptable part reminded him that this was a strategic decision, one that would get everyone involved what they wanted, and would achieve both of his own goals. The angel part was purely practical and logical and, ignoring that Lucifer was Lucifer, found the decision sound for all reasonable purposes.
It was becoming all too easy once more to simply block out the first voice and the inconvenient worries and guilt that came with it.