[ There are pamphlets raining down around the Square, and a man in a trenchcoat standing somewhere near the fountain, telling you very important things! ]

Repent or burn! Confess your sins, citizens! Ask forgiveness and your soul will be saved in the eternal light of the Lord.

Otherwise, you shall perish in the fires of hell.

[ ooc: CASTIEL ( Read more... )

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[His speech is so totally forced right now.]

I'm...sorry if I was a-- dick. To people. [ mumbled: ] Can I be done now?

[Another awkward pause.]

...I'm better now...

[ooc: aaaand cured of pie!raeg via serum developed by myrnin.]

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[Dr. "McAssbutt" Castiel is in generic scrubs with a clipboard in hand, making notations on the form in front of him. A nurse proceeds to attempt to ask him a question and she's promptly waved off, with an accompanying look of disinterest. On his mind are much more important things than emergency trach's; his blooming affair with one of his ( Read more... )

[The video wheels, bright lights of the City's night sky whirling past and white noise coming through loudly. A loud BANG! and it jumbles a moment before settling finally on a view of the street below. Slowly, the picture focuses in on a body lying supine and limbs very clearly bent in ways that human limbs are not supposed to be bent. Blood pools ( Read more... )

[The square is busy with the usual fare; the hum of a normal Friday night crowd the first thing that can be heard over Castiel's device. Water splashes as he moves through it, kneeling down toward the center before beginning to chant -- at first just a murmur and then growing a little louder.]

--zacare ca od zamran! Odo cicle qaa! Zorge, lap zirdo ( Read more... )

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