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ataraxionlogs2012-05-06 11:20 pm
rebelled) wrote in ataraxionlogs2012-05-06 11:20 pm
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CHARACTERS: Castiel and Jack Harkness (and possibly Ianto Jones?)
LOCATION: Jack's room
WARNINGS: The insertion of hands into places they shouldn't go :|b
SUMMARY: Another day, another soul to nom on
NOTES: By this point, anyone who's volunteered their soul would have had it syphoned already. It's up to you guys as to when and where, but expect Cas to have dropped by briefly the next morning to check on them. (Also, this log takes place before Cas' network post. Just fyi)
He's close now. He can feel it. With each boost to his Grace, it's become that much easier to extend his senses, to push beyond the boundaries he'd been constrained to for the past few weeks. That one soul nearby had become the ten, the twenty, the thirty. He wants more though. One more soul and he'll be ready to scour the entire ship. To rid it of demons once and for all.
It's not until the beeping of his device that he realises that end will be coming sooner than he'd thought. And this time it won't involve a near stranger. Since the moment that Jack sprung back to life despite the bullet that should have killed him, he'd worked his way on toe Castiel's radar a little more permanently. And now, well, there's no way to get him back off of it. Not with that offer having been made.
He doesn't waste any time in flying to Jack's room, foregoing knocking and instead just appearing inside the room with nothing more than a faint rustle of feathers.
"Are you certain about this?" Hello's still aren't important to him, it seems.
LOCATION: Jack's room
WARNINGS: The insertion of hands into places they shouldn't go :|b
SUMMARY: Another day, another soul to nom on
NOTES: By this point, anyone who's volunteered their soul would have had it syphoned already. It's up to you guys as to when and where, but expect Cas to have dropped by briefly the next morning to check on them. (Also, this log takes place before Cas' network post. Just fyi)
He's close now. He can feel it. With each boost to his Grace, it's become that much easier to extend his senses, to push beyond the boundaries he'd been constrained to for the past few weeks. That one soul nearby had become the ten, the twenty, the thirty. He wants more though. One more soul and he'll be ready to scour the entire ship. To rid it of demons once and for all.
It's not until the beeping of his device that he realises that end will be coming sooner than he'd thought. And this time it won't involve a near stranger. Since the moment that Jack sprung back to life despite the bullet that should have killed him, he'd worked his way on toe Castiel's radar a little more permanently. And now, well, there's no way to get him back off of it. Not with that offer having been made.
He doesn't waste any time in flying to Jack's room, foregoing knocking and instead just appearing inside the room with nothing more than a faint rustle of feathers.
"Are you certain about this?" Hello's still aren't important to him, it seems.