034 [Video] | Forward-dated to about 4AM on the 8th

[wingsandwill]

[Castiel flips on the feed, once again in the safehouse he had broadcasted from with Jo. He looks worse for the wear this time, pale and splattered with blood, but there's also something much more subtly different about him

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[iceandivory]

Noted.

[And unquestioned too.]

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[wingsandwill]

There also seems to be no price, at least that I have noticed as of yet.

[And he'd died five times stuck in that loop, so surely one of the prices would be obvious. He doesn't mind the lack of questioning, either.]

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[iceandivory]

Under the circumstances, don't let that influence any decisions. They could add up to something worse.

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[wingsandwill]

Of course. Avoiding death should still be a priority if simply for that it is both unpleasant and of no benefit to anyone to be caught in one of these cycles.

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[bunny_flower]

Thank you for the information, Castiel-san.

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[wingsandwill]

Of course.

Have you found somewhere to store your medical supplies as of yet?

[He saw her earlier post, but had been too busy to reply.]

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[bunny_flower]

They have been split up between several safe spaces so that we do not lose all of them should anything happen.

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[wingsandwill]

Wise.

[adstring_npc]

[A message to a PCD, from... nothing, apparently, though the forced video isn't of the orchid woman, but a small, gray-purple cat.

Cat-ish, anyway; the ears are far too large, the feet oversized with ill-fitting talons. Six dragonfly wings, full of stained glass, were fully extended and glowing faintly.

And though the animal was present, it didn't seem to speak; the voice came from somewhere else, with a deep, irritated roll of percussion.]

Incorrectly? Incorrectly? I piece you together over and over again, and you're complaining about it being too fast?

If you haven't noticed, I have a lot of you idiots to deal with.

[wingsandwill]

[Castiel resists the incredible urge to argue technicalities to focus on the more important aspects of this unexpected transmission.]

You are one of the Animus.

What is your name?

[adstring_npc]

Correctly observed. [Somewhere in the distance, a tail flicks.] You shouldn't be so interested in names, they got you lot into this.

Teleos.

[wingsandwill]

So I have heard.

[Teleos; another Greek based name for a concept, like Ekpyrosis, instead of a god's name like Thalatte. Interesting.]

And you are the one that returns us from death?

[offline; 4AM or so]

[eightshoutpoles]

[totally up and awake when this post goes live; Vriska goes off to find him because curiousityyyy]

And what kinds of cool powers do you have?

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[wingsandwill]

[He glances over at her approach.]

I'm an angel. I have several abilities.

[offline]

[eightshoutpoles]

Like what? It must be pretty cool if what you said on the PCD is true.

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[wingsandwill]

Flight and healing are of the most use at the moment. I am also capable of telekinesis, mental communication, additional strength, and a variety of other powers.

[And having them all back finally is so nice to be able to say, even if they're weak at the moment.]

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[coraltaijiya]

[Cue a mildly singed, sopping wet, and deeply perturbed-looking Sango taking some cover under a bit of remaining roof.]

And the price?

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[wingsandwill]

The price of what?

[Sorry Sango, he's not as clever as usual at the moment. Bad day.]

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[coraltaijiya]

The death price. What they take.

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[wingsandwill]

Oh. There seems to be none, or I have been extraordinarily fortunate and they have been nothing I notice.

[Since he just died five times, he's pretty sure at least one of the prices would be obvious, though.]