Jun 04, 2010 15:59
[He's been fiddling with the NOC, not really out of need to use it but merely to give his hands something to do. After all, standing akin to a stone statue gets wearying, even for the divine.]
...something stirs beneath this city. A...diseased heartbeat...faltering.
[Long pause.]
A shroud of sin and darkness...how very curious.
† patience 'wrath' catrinal,
cloud strife,
† cissnei,
† marla tudor,
† abel,
† castiel/jimmy novak,
† michael
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It would be, to your ilk, demon.
[Yes, he's felt you, Wrath. And knows you well.]
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Well, naturally. Sin is what I do. And darkness is just ever so fun, is it not.
[Just as well, her ego would be damaged otherwise.]
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No. It is not.
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You... sense something, Michael?
[ Cas is a little disturbed by the fact that he does not, but then again, his grace has only been waning with time.
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Aye, Castiel. 'tis very faint, but there nonetheless. Listen closely, you will hear it.
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Yes, I feel it.
[ He opens his eyes with an exhale. ]
What is it?
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I cannot tell. It is but a whisper, quiet, almost...waiting.
[Dark eyes lower to watch the others below at street-level.
I do not believe any of them aware, however...
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I can feel it.
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[She sounds dubious at this. How would he know?]
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I can feel it, child.
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Are you.. talking about the things that cleared everything out of the city?
..somehow, I don't think so.
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How do you know all of this? Who are you?
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I can feel it. My name is Michael.
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