Round 7
ROUND 7 IS NOW CLOSED.
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"...Sammy?"
"Dean?" Sam Winchester asked, voice muffled from his pillow.
"I think I just got a drunk text from Cas."
"What?!"
"Check it. 'I feel like God wrote up a contract of my life, and I just signed off without reading the fine print. At this point, it's go big or go home.'"
"Oh. Shit. Call Bobby."
"On it."
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Castiel squinted at the main R&D branch of Niveus Pharmaceuticals which, to his eyes, was lit up like Vegas what with all the anti-angel warding sunk into it. Once they had known what to look for, spotting the den of devilry from space was easy as one of Dean's beloved slices of pie. It was like the Great Wall of Weird Shit. "Devious demons are devious."
"Nice alliteration." Loki complimented while checking his skirt. He had shifted into the form of a young girl at Gabriel's suggestion and, being at home in whatever age/gender he chose, Loki found the whole idea extremely amusing. After all, when in Midgard... He manifested a black mask and slipped it over his eyes.
"Now, Lo', you remember the plan?" Gabriel asked while handing Castiel a carton of cigarettes to 'complete the ensemble'.
Loki fluffed his new violet hair with a sniff. "If I wasn't drunk I'd be insulted!" He then checked his knives, manipulating them with a dexterity that would leave any mortal at his current level of inebriation a bloody mess. Loki, however, was raised in Asgard where fighting while impaired was an Olympic Sport. "Go in, fuck the wards with the blood of our enemies, then burn it to the ground. Correct?"
Gabriel beamed. A cherry blow-pop knocked against his teeth as waggled his fingers in a 'get going' motion. Loki whirled around, wobbled for a moment as the repercussions of condensing all the alcohol he'd consumed into a smaller body made themselves known, and headed for the doors. He only almost tripped.
Loki gestured imperiously, and the doors to the highly secured facility flew open on a peppermint smelling wind. Loki felt his cute little mouth stretch into a trickster's grin, teeth sharp, as the security guards' eyes became puddles of foul smelling tar. The two men stood and raised their hands as if pushing an invisible wall. The scent of power and brimstone filled the lobby. The small pagan stumbled a little as a wave of psychic energy slammed into him, but he shook it off with a bloody mindedness only equaled by rabid squirrel in June.
So far as the demons knew, only one species was capable of such effortless magic manipulation. Then again, if the hell-borne had inherited anything from their deceased creator it was pride. They didn't see the need to learn of anything else that went bump in the night, or what bumped back. "How is she in here? Angels can't-"
"I'm no angel." Loki leapt the distance and swung his new bladed staff, giggling as it cut through the fleshy shell to ignite the demon inside.
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"Brother!" Thor exclaimed, floating up to the roof of the building covered in green flames. At first Tony had thought the color was caused by burning, and most likely toxic, chemicals but after JARVIS scanned the surrounding air he nixed that idea. Comparative analysis had, however, revealed odd similarities between the fire, the energy blasts the girl was throwing around like Mardi Gras beads, and Thor's hammer shaped security blanket. "We thought you taken by the Void, stop this and we can return to Asgard. The healers can-"
"SHUT UP, THOR!" The purple garbed girl screamed, and suddenly instead of a highly destructive magical girl stood a tall, dark, tasty looking drink of water wielding a scepter of Goldshluager. She -he- was still wearing the skirt, though, and it left Tony wondering how sure Thor was of his brother's... brother-y ness. The guy had a very nice pair of toned legs that went forever, and the now emerald shirt and skirt combo brought out the deliciously drunken man's eyes. Tony was grateful for the change, partly because he appreciated all sexes, races, and genders, and partly because it had been damned awkward firing repulsor blasts at a ten year old. "I DO WHAT I WANT!!!"
Loki, as their Norse Mythology consultant informed them over the communicators, made a cutting motion with the cinnamon spiced drink which somehow caused a spike of energy that sent Hawkeye's trio of arrows back at the archer. From JARVIS's continual scans, it looked as if the crazed god was using the gold flakes floating in the red liquid as an energy focus.
Tony was suddenly thankful for his armor, because he was starting to reconsider his magic is stupid stance. The look on Pepper's face when he insisted to classify his wine cabinet as an armory... and damn but no man should be that flexible. Tony sucked in an impressed breath as Loki twisted and flipped to avoid a thrown hammer, shield, and what might have been a hand grenade. Though Tony wasn't sure where that last had come from.
A rumble of thunder and the accompanying crackle of lightning dragged Iron Man back to the fight at hand. "Loki! Please, there are no warriors here, simply scholars and healers! Whatever grievance you have take it up with me. The Midgardians are no threat to you. This, this is madness!"
Tony winced as a new figure walked out onto the roof from the building. The trench coat whirled dramatically around the arrivals legs as he took one last drag from a cigarette and flicked it to the flames. His growl cut through the sounds of battle, and the actions that followed warmed what passed for Tony's heart. The Iron Man was incredibly, incredibly glad that everything was being recorded, for posterity's sake if nothing else.
"No." Blue eyed and scruffy bit out as he began a purposeful march that turned to a run at Thor's hovering position. "This. Is. SPARTA!"
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"You know, that was entirely your fault." Sam huffed as the live helicopter broadcast showed Thor getting kicked in the chest by an angel -not that anyone else knew that- and crushing someone's car on the landing. Everyone watching took a shot for personal property damage. Including the Winchesters. Dean decided he liked the game.
"Hey," Dean defended. "It was for morale. Small numbers against impossible odds, you know?"
"They all died at Thermopylae, Dean."
There was another shot to be had when Captain America threw his shield, in fact there was a shot for every surface it bounced off of.
"Yeah, well, it wasn't like we had any great plans to survive." Dean opened his mouth to say more, but was cut off as one of the rowdier patrons called out 'fresh face' and everyone ordered more pretzels. Dean couldn't decide if he should be horrified or amused when Gabriel snapped his fingers and summoned an army of winged monkeys. On the one hand, it was Gabriel. On the other, it wasn't Dean. And they were monkeys, with wings. "And besides, their sacrifice allowed the rest of Greece to get their act together, right?"
Sam frowned but didn't contend with Dean's logic. On some things, his older brother was worse than their dad. "Huh." Sam hummed in thought as Castiel held out his hand, into which Mjolnir flew with barley a pause. Thor was gaping like a fish, going red, which in typical Cas fashion the angel ignored. Lightning struck both sides of the renegade messenger, highlighting awesome black, shadowy wings.
"Yoink." TV Cas said with a seriousness that made Dean feel warm and fuzzy inside. It reminded him of a little of when Cas showed up like the fucking cavalry and lightning zapped Alistair away. (He just wouldn't think of what happened after.)
More lightning.
Everyone took a shot.
End Part Two.
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