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asgardeventide2012-03-18 12:55 pm
ofthursday) wrote in asgardeventide2012-03-18 12:55 pm
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005 [Video]
[Prepare, Asgard; another of the Supernatural cast is on your screen and there's no car involved, which means seriousness and general nerding is to come.]
So it seems the stabbings were related to the Ides of March, as Sam and several others have posited, which coincides with the warning of the man that had been wandering the city. This raises several issues beyond the simple consequence of injury.
One, which is the most minor, is that time seems to be passing differently here. The time between the Valentine's Ball and the Ides of March was perceived as only half of what it should have been. This could be a simply difference in this dimension, in that what would normally be twenty-four hour periods are forty-eight, or a trick of how we are measuring time in our minds. It is something to be aware of, if not particularly consequential as of this moment.
[And though his tone has been generally just factual so far, it shifts to more serious now.]
The other, however, is why there would be attacks on us to begin with. Either this is work of another outside kingdom or the gods themselves, and the latter seems most likely as some have been receiving gifts instead of injury. As the pattern emerging so far is that those who listened to the man were rewarded and those who did not were harmed, it's a clear enough warning from the gods about what they expect us to be doing, which to believe in what we are told without skepticism or questioning.
[And this is the part Castiel is most focused on, because his warning bells have been going off since the moment their 'purpose' here had been told to them.]
To several, my stance in the matter of this war we are supposedly here for has been made clear, but I will state it for the others. There are great parallels in what is happening here and something that occurred in my world, in which doing as asked and fighting in the required war caused exactly what it was supposed to prevent, because the leaders had orchestrated it in that way. Questioning was not allowed, and doubt or refusal to do as told had severe consequences.
[There's a faint flicker in his neutral expression for a moment at that, before he covers it.]
It seems a risk here as well, but it is those situations that require doubt the most.
So it seems the stabbings were related to the Ides of March, as Sam and several others have posited, which coincides with the warning of the man that had been wandering the city. This raises several issues beyond the simple consequence of injury.
One, which is the most minor, is that time seems to be passing differently here. The time between the Valentine's Ball and the Ides of March was perceived as only half of what it should have been. This could be a simply difference in this dimension, in that what would normally be twenty-four hour periods are forty-eight, or a trick of how we are measuring time in our minds. It is something to be aware of, if not particularly consequential as of this moment.
[And though his tone has been generally just factual so far, it shifts to more serious now.]
The other, however, is why there would be attacks on us to begin with. Either this is work of another outside kingdom or the gods themselves, and the latter seems most likely as some have been receiving gifts instead of injury. As the pattern emerging so far is that those who listened to the man were rewarded and those who did not were harmed, it's a clear enough warning from the gods about what they expect us to be doing, which to believe in what we are told without skepticism or questioning.
[And this is the part Castiel is most focused on, because his warning bells have been going off since the moment their 'purpose' here had been told to them.]
To several, my stance in the matter of this war we are supposedly here for has been made clear, but I will state it for the others. There are great parallels in what is happening here and something that occurred in my world, in which doing as asked and fighting in the required war caused exactly what it was supposed to prevent, because the leaders had orchestrated it in that way. Questioning was not allowed, and doubt or refusal to do as told had severe consequences.
[There's a faint flicker in his neutral expression for a moment at that, before he covers it.]
It seems a risk here as well, but it is those situations that require doubt the most.
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How deep is it?
[And Sam reaches at a table, for a small white case. This room is now his, dammit, so he keeps things in it. Like the inevitable first aid kit for whenever Castiel does something stupid or Dean does something stupid or Castiel decides to take damage away from random people he meets in the street.
aka. Do something stupid.]
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[It had been deeper on the person originally, but Castiel had only drained part of it; it hadn't been even like he'd intended, but he'd only pulled about 75% of it onto himself. Of course, there isn't a lot between skin and bone on the wrist, so it looks worse than it actually is.]
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Here, give me your wrist.
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What is that?
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[And, without much more warning, Sam promptly dumps the contents of the small bottle of peroxide onto the wound.]
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Was that necessary?
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[Stare.]
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[Would it?]
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Do you want to chance your hand falling off, Castiel.
Do you.]
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There. Painless.
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Does this need to be done every time?
[Because that will be really inconvenient.]
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[And Sam settles back into his chair with a sigh.]
You don't want to deal with the infection.
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If I had my normal healing ability, or even the one those of Sigyn are given, this would be so much simpler.
[Why would he get an ability that does him damage in return? As far as he knows, only Damage Drain is such a double-edged sword, and though he's glad he can use it to help his friends, it's still frustrating. But maybe the whole point of it is the sacrifice.]
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[Sam offers him half a smile.]
I'd rather have your ability than mine.
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[He doesn't feel particularly steadfast or loyal, or even that he does the right thing. As when he'd spoken to Claire, he isn't entirely certain Heimdall was a fit for him, but he doesn't say it.]
Your ability can at least be used to defend yourself and others.
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[Sam shrugs.]
You don't win a game of chess by just beating the shit out of the opponent. You have to think of the big picture. And your ability, in the big picture, is just as useful, if not more, than mine.
[Sam pauses before he sighs.]
I can't even use mine without being sure whether or not it's a hallucination, so --
[And Sam frowns to himself before he suspends a fire ball in between his hands. He has a lot better control over it now, but it still unnerves him, especially since Lucifer likes lighting things on fire spontaneously.]
I think I'd rather have yours.
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[He's just transferring damage, which is better than nothing, but eventually he would reach a limit in which he would be useless and need help himself. It isn't something that bothers him in itself, but that he'd become a burden at a certain point instead of an asset.
He watches Sam create the fire and manipulate it, and it seems a good ability to have--he'd been able to ignite things but not create and maintain a ball of fire--but he understands Sam's problem with it.]
Perhaps we can trade.
[Though he wouldn't. He doesn't want Sam having his power because he doesn't want Sam getting hurt.]
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[It's said with an easy-going smile.]
We should write a letter to petition the gods for it.