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[thursday_angel]

Characters: Castiel (thursday_angel) and Cyrus Hawthorne (scarredpalms) [Closed]
Location: Deck 09, Alexandria Library
Date: Present, late afternoon
Rating: PG-16

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[scarredpalms]

Cyrus's thought process was similar to Castiel's: there was a way off of this boat. He knew people left before, but he also knew that those who did, died.

Cyrus, however, is a natural skeptic. He couldn't accept such an answer without first doing some research of his own. He found nothing on any of the other decks except for some food-serving bears on one and massive bees on another.

Not a very productive day, to be quite honest.

The library was the natural other alternative, but even after a long search, he found little that could be called useful. What he found, instead, was a human sitting at a table, books piled in front of him. He doesn't go up to Castiel immediately, but when he speaks up, he's standing at a bookshelf nearby.

"Working on something?"

[thursday_angel]

Castiel looked up curiously, blinking in surprise at the interruption, "Yes. I am trying to see if I can find a spell to get me off of this ship."

He glanced at the open books laying on the table in front of himself, "As you can see, it's not going well."

[scarredpalms]

The corner of Cyrus's mouth quirks up in a half-smile. "Hmm. I was looking for the same thing. Pity that neither of us have found anything."

The mention of spells piques his curiosity. He walks up to Castiel's arrangement and fingers the binding of one of the books. "Spells, you said? Find anything interesting, at least?"

[thursday_angel]

"I had a feeling it would not be so simple. I wish it were, though."

Castiel's eyes had fallen back to the book he had been reading. He frowned and closed it, putting on a stack on the table. "I have mostly been researching spells in ancient Greek and Enochian. There are many interesting rituals and spells, but many of them are useless in my current task."

[scarredpalms]

As Castiel speaks, Cyrus flips open a book and glances at the wording inside. He runs a finger down the page and he frowns curiously as as he reads. It's not any text he recognizes, but the letters...

"You sure this is in either of those languages? I can read this, and I don't know much more than Elven and Mazi'ira."

[thursday_angel]

Castiel frowned slightly in confusion, standing up and leaning over the book to look at it, "I'm sure. The text looks the same to me."

He shrugged, "Feel free to look at them. If you'll excuse me a moment, I saw a book I thought might be useful."

[scarredpalms]

Perhaps despite having different names, the way the languages written is the same? It's the only logical conclusion Cyrus can draw.

Not that, you know, there's any logic at all to this boat.

Cyrus grunts an affirmation and nods, picking the book up. A few words in particular catch his eye; they're quite complicated, so he sounds them out in a low voice while Castiel goes to get his book.

[thursday_angel]

Castiel walked about halfway down the nearest bookshelf and picked a book off of the bookshelf. As he walked back towards the table, he began to flip through the book.

[scarredpalms]

As Castiel walks back, Cyrus doesn't look up and keeps reading aloud. The thought that this may be a spell doesn't even occur to him; while the letters are the same, these are not words he knows.

[thursday_angel]

As Castiel approached the table, he finally began to pick up the sound of Cyrus talking.

Then he realized what he was saying.

"Stop!"

[scarredpalms]

Cyrus pauses and his eyes flick up to Castiel. "Why? Just a book."

And then he continues.

[thursday_angel]

"Don't take those spells lightly. I haven't had a chance to look at the spells to see what they do." Castiel moved back towards the table, book all but forgotten in his hands.

[scarredpalms]

For a few seconds, Cyrus pauses. Isn't that what he said to his teacher, before she decided to amplify her magic? And after that, she told him that risks were part of the profession. Anything for knowledge, she said, and he trusted her.

He smirks.

"Why don't we find out?"

Cyrus finishes the paragraph, and finishes the spell.

[thursday_angel]

From a few feet away, a book hits the ground with a quiet thump.

And then Castiel dropped to his knees, a white light shining from his eyes, nostrils, and mouth. A piercing ringing noise started up, progressively getting louder as the white light started to envelop Castiel completely.

Jimmy Novak's body collapsed to the floor, leaving an overwhelming bright silhouette where Castiel had been standing a moment before.

[scarredpalms]

Cyrus's eyebrows shoot up in surprise and then drop back to a frown. He steps forward, as if to give assistance, but the light pouring from the man has him taking that step right back. It's almost like looking into the sun.

And then it's even worse.

He starts to curse but that turns into a cry of agony. His eyes are burning, not like dust-in-the-eye burning but more like on-fucking-fire burning. "Shit-- shit--"

His legs practically give out on him when he stumbles back, but he grabs the table for balance and leans over on it, his back turned to Castiel's glowing form.

[thursday_angel]

Oh no. Castiel has no real way to hide himself, since he had heard he could end up anyway if he tried to teleport away. On the floor, Jimmy groaned, coming back into consciousness. He pushed himself up onto his elbows, staring at Castiel in confusion.

"Castiel? What are you-"

Jimmy stopped as the piercing ringing picked up again for a moment, "What do you mean? How is that even possible?"

More ringing, and Jimmy finally notices the man bent over the table nearby, "Oh, shit! Oh God, oh God, what do I do? Castiel, hurry and possess me again before anyone else walks by!"

The ringing and the light disappeared after a moment, leaving Castiel kneeling on the ground. He stayed there for a moment, dazed, before pushing himself into a standing position and going over to Cyrus. He reached out to try and pull him around, "I burned your eyes. I am sorry."