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[ofthursday]

[Hello people of Asgard. When the bracelet's feed jumps to life it's because Castiel struck it on accident in the midst of somewhat ungraceful flailing; the bracelet skitters back a little on the table it's sitting on, screen locked in place and giving a great view of an elaborate setup, only it's on fire and sending up a good amount of slightly reddish smoke.

There's a voice off screen speaking a language few would understand--that of the angels, Enochian--and sounding extremely displeased. Castiel comes into frame a moment later, tossing a blanket of some sort on the fire and successfully stifling it, managing to look vaguely affronted despite a coughing fit from the smoke. He spots the screen of the bracelet moments later and immediately turns it off.]

[[ooc: Open to action/offlines from anyone in Heimdall! Feel free to walk right in; Castiel's door (and window) will be open considering he filled his room up with smoke. 8|]]

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video.

[stakes]

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thinking about whether or not to say anything... ]

Whatcha doin'?

video.

[ofthursday]

[He responds a few minutes later when there's less smoke, back to looking as unruffled as ever.]

Experimenting.

[A pause.]

It was a failure.

video.

[stakes]

Ya-huh. [ ... :| ] Experimenting with what, exactly? How to doodle in seven scents or less?

[sonofabitch]

Lemme guess.

It didn't work

[ofthursday]

It did not.

[Maybe just the slightest bit of disappointment. He never fails rituals, Dean. Ever. 8(]

[sonofabitch]

[Shrugs] Hey, s'not your fault. This place is a boner killer.

[Offline]

[percentages]

[Where Fi came from is anyone's guess, but that is definitely a cup of water being dumped unceremoniously on Castiel's ritual table, along with a very calm:]

Your room is on fire.

[After examining the table for a moment or two out of curiosity, Fi looks up at him to stare at him, unblinking.]

What language were you speaking?

[This is clearly the most important question of all time.]

[Offline]

[ofthursday]

[He looks at the glass of water, now dumped on the table, then back at Fi. There is nothing unweird about this entire thing, but then again, it takes a lot to weird Castiel out.]

It was at one point.

[But not any longer. You're late, Fi.]

A language from my world.

[Offline]

[percentages]

[She's since shifted her attention back to the table, examining the chalk -- or what's left of it, after the water -- with much curiosity. When she speaks, Fi doesn't look back up again -- she's busy pressing her fingers into the muck that is now burnt rosemary and wet ashes.]

I speak every language known in my universe. It is not heard of for me to not recognize a form of speech. This world is unusual.

[She then picks up a bowl, seemingly not bothered by the soot and wet ash on her fingers, to examine it closely. Her fingers are gripping the bowl unusually tightly -- she's still not quite used to the feeling of picking things up yet. She doesn't want to drop it.]

You also did not answer my question with a specific answer. What is the language called?

[Video]

[smartwinchester]

Did you just cuss a table out in Enochian?

[Video]

[ofthursday]

No. There would be no point in speaking to a table.

[He was cursing at the components, Sam. They're the ones that exploded.]

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[solidad]

[ she rushes in from the bathroom--and instead of sighing or saying any obscinities, she stares at the sight and walks back out. she comes back with a towel and tries to flap the smoke away through the window. ]

What were you doing?!

action;

[ofthursday]

[Oh hey Hana. Castiel watches her attempts curiously for a moment before answering her question.]

Attempting a ritual, which was not intended to have such an effect.

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[clockeyes]

[So he was just passing by, completely oblivious to everything except his own thoughts when he heard something being muttered. In Enochian, of all things. And that is a language he hasn't heard too many times away from Heaven. Excited that another angel might be here, he turns back to peer in the doorway.]

[Oh. Huh. It's Castiel. And he's covered something up with a blanket, but Cheriour can smell the fumes and gives him a suspicious look.]

...What were you doing?

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[ofthursday]

[He glances over at the voice, and returns the look right back.]

Attempting a ritual.

Voice.

[deference]

Are you all right?

Voice.

[ofthursday]

I'm fine.

action.

[doctors]

[ JESUS H. CHRIST WHAT IS GOING ON. he came downstairs to go get a sandwich, and a cup of tea, and suddenly smoke everywhere? it's painfully familiar.

he'll just be coughing and trying to make out who exactly is in the midst of all that smoke... wait, he knows that dude. ]

Castiel?

action.

[ofthursday]

John.

[Have a completely unbothered sounding Castiel. He's still waving smoke away and attempting to gather the charred components, coughing intermittently, but seems all together not too fazed.]

audio;

[occulthymns]

[Euri can't help laughing at what looks like a ridiculous display involving a human trying to attempt a black magic ritual.]

Good going!

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[ofthursday]

[8| Hey.]

It was not a success.

[Unfortunately.]

[action]

[poisonfeathers]

[Well, okay, he knows absolutely nothing about Enochian so he won't bother with that--- but smoke? What he hell, man.]

What are you doing, you damned idiot?! [brb off to help destroy that fire.]

[action]

[ofthursday]

[Castiel just looks over, unperturbed, entirely like he hadn't just filled the room with smoke.]

What I was attempting to do and what occurred are entirely dissimilar.

[uberboned]

Are you planning on casting magic missile over there, Castiel?

[ofthursday]

I don't know what that is.

[And you should recognize what it was he was attempting okay Gabriel gosh pay attention. 8|]