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The Lady Morgana has left Adstringendum.
[It is in Tom's own voice -- Morgana leaving abruptly brought him back into his own body. Which he intends to stay in, until the end of the event. Thank you very much.
And, with a burst of static, the feed ends.]
( [Filtered to Raphael // Private // Unhackable] )
[It is in Tom's own voice -- Morgana leaving abruptly brought him back into his own body. Which he intends to stay in, until the end of the event. Thank you very much.
And, with a burst of static, the feed ends.]
( [Filtered to Raphael // Private // Unhackable] )
He supposes that's why he and Sherlock Holmes got along so fabulously.
His expression remains level, even, and neutral -- unconcerned by the threats.]
I am certain most of your siblings will be displeased that I've taken it, which is why I've even bothered to contact you about it. Raphael is probably destroying a dragon in the Wastelands at her own ineptitude and is probably attempting to keep it to herself, in order to avoid being killed by your more powerful siblings. How your kind feels about the human race is certainly no mystery to me, nor is it to anyone else in this city. I give it a matter of moments before either someone discovers that I've taken it or that you tell your siblings that I have, as I'm going to stake my life that Raphael is too much of a stubborn coward to own up to her own idiocy -- whichever makes no difference to me. No one will be able to touch me so long as I remain within my safehouse.
As for teaching me their weaknesses --
[Tom shrugs slightly.]
I have never acted out against the angels, nor anyone else in this city, without being under the influence of an event. There is no reason for that to change now. Besides, judging from my own observations, the only individual to actively strike out against the angels in order to cause permanent harm would be the young girl you're living with.
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So it's nothing new to face off someone who's a challenge, and he's good at it. Despite how many points Tom is making that make sense, he forces himself to step back and look at all the facts and all the pieces again, rearranging them for another try.]
You intend to remain in your safehouse indefinitely?
[That's a weak point right there, which Castiel has no issue in pointing out.]
It isn't difficult to locate a human. And despite your magic, you are vastly overestimating yourself should an angel decide to act against you. You would be killed before catching sight of Lucifer if he decided to harm you.
And whether or not you would act is of no consequence; it's on my part in giving you the chance to.
[The reminder of what Rei had done only cements it for him; she had acted in self defense, yes, but it had devastating consequences for everyone involved not because Rei had acted, but because Castiel and Gabriel had given her the means to.]
Taking my grace was a mistake, on your part. You have a chance to rectify it, and then I might be inclined to assist you in regaining your wand.
As it is now, there is no benefit to me in this situation in any regard.
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Tom Riddle, the sixteen year old wizard, is perfectly and utterly confident in his ability to destroy an angel of the Lord. There is no hesitation, no second-guessing, no doubt. He isn't some ridiculously simple student, he is Voldemort, the slayer of death itself, and the fact that this half-of-an-angel thing is speaking down to him, of all people, is funny.]
Castiel.
[It's soft, and Tom's voice is almost sympathetic.]
You are intelligent enough to see that I am far from a normal human being. I would have never bother contacted you in the first place if I didn't have a means of survival. So, please -- cut the theatrics, the bravado, and the posturing, because I have quite a lot to do, and I've just lost my best assistant.
[And his tone slips from light and airy to ice cold in a heartbeat.]
The facts are these -- I have, in my possession, an extraordinarily powerful weapon that very many people want. I'm inclined to give it to you, and you alone, but only if you assist me in receiving what is mine. The terms are simple, fair, and more than just, considering the individual I wish to fight against is the very same individual that ripped out the closest thing you will ever have to a soul.
Should you assist me, you will have an invaluable ally at your disposal. Should you choose to have your siblings act against me, then you will have an enemy, along with a fine sense of disappointment that I underestimated your level of cowardice in calling your big brothers and sisters to do your own work for you. Allow yourself the dignity of handling your own problems instead of running to fetch the Devil to solve them for you. But that isn't my problem -- and as I said, I have things to do.
[Tom stands, abruptly, the PCD levitating with him.]
The decision is yours. I have already notified Raphael of her idiocy. I expect Lucifer will be next. Do as you please. You have my contact information.
[And the feed is cut with a wave of his hand.]
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Tom had managed it.
It takes a moment for him to sort through his emotions enough to realize why, and it's the same reason he had been so angry with Lucifer at the prom; a lack of respect. He'd just been treated as if he's a pawn to be used and manipulated in some game, and then like he's a child who wants or needs Tom's approval.
He's neither.
He's silent, for some time, going over options in his head. Even mortal he can be formidable and dangerous, and it would be so incredibly satisfying to show just how much of his 'bravado' and 'posturing' weren't acts. But logically, it's a stupid idea. Even if he can pull it off, it's a stupid idea.
He has to put his pride aside and speak with his siblings, and decide what to do from there. He has nothing to prove to Tom. The wizard had made a mistake, just as Castiel had warned him, and what happens to him is his own problem now. Tom had brought it on himself.]
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