trenchcoatedly | 003 + THE LORD HATH HIS WAY IN THE WHIRLWIND AND THE STORM [video]

[Castiel is in the greenhouse.]

The demon Shendu has been smote and cast to oblivion; he won't bother this ship any longer, nor his host. I hope any sustained injuries have been taken care of. Thank you, jailor, for feeding my vessel while it hungered. And to Eddie and his associate, for freeing me from that cell. Its power was suffocating.

Does the cafeteria serve hamburgers and.. [he pauses, considering the the words] "root beer"?

[PRIVATE to the ADMIRAL]

All I know about you is your negligence and great strength, but I see no harm in requesting a number of. I can pick up a tree or bush of any size, weight or height and any place on this ship, so that won't be a concern. I suppose you'll probably ignore this. I won't be offended.

[Castiel details a lengthy list of plants that require all kinds of habitats and climates, from your classic chrysanthemum and wildflowers to venus fly traps, massive redwoods and parasitic vines. He knows all of their scientific names, of course. He's shooting for the moon here.]

[PRIVATE to ARTHAS]

You're no demon. Are you one of purgatory's children?

[PRIVATE to HOFFMAN and BUFFY]

I politely request you not banish me.

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[Castiel closes his eyes and stretches his shoulders in a gesture of obvious annoyance. It's not quite a shrug or an eyeroll, but the attitude is very evident.]

If an option existed where I could do what I've done with my full might, I assure you I would gladly take it.

Unfortunately, that isn't the case, regardless of your presumptions of how my world works.

And what was so Light-damn important?

Averting the Apocalypse.

[Overrated, in his opinion.]

There has to have been another way.

I did what was necessary. I had his permission, and my orders.

Your approval doesn't matter to me, undead.

I want to talk to him.

Unfortunately, I'm too mighty a creature for him to become conscious while I possess his body. It would be excruciating.

He sleeps with me.

You have a key to Zero.

Meet me there.

[Castiel is waiting. He has his key, which looks a little like a pocket bible.]

Just so you know, this body can't die, even in Zero, when I inhabit it.

[Arthas likes to make an entrance. Swishy cape, heavy bootfalls. He glances at the book - libram, like Fordring has.]

I'm not going to kill him.

[He keeps his voice even. Cooperation is good. He's going to keep his temper in check.]

We'd both appreciate that.

[He takes one deep breath - believe in your vessel, Castiel, he/it hasn't let you down yet, after all. But if he does now, well--]

How do you want to do this?

[Oh look, it's nervous. Arthas doesn't care.]

Do you need to be in a cell to let him speak, or will the hallway work just as well?

The cell, I think. The hallway is painful, but not entirely a suppressant.

[His biggest concern is that Arthas will lock him/them in there, and being in there for hours or days was painful, but if no one comes down here.....]

[He sets his shoulders and opens an empty cell door with his key. Then, he pushes it all the way open, welding it with holy magic to the wall behind it. With another breath, he steps inside, and there's the familiar spill of light and he's out.]

[Warn a brother if you're going to AOE like that, dude. He dodges back away from the tiny nova of Light, hissing. The contact with his exposed skin is uncomfortable if not exactly dangerous, like standing too close to a bonfire.

His eyes never leave Castiel's host.]</i

[The body awakens with a start, scrambling back into the cell and away from Arthas. He doesn't look happy to be here, to say the least, and his eyes flit around the cell and into the hallway. he finally stands, brushing himself off and staring angrily at the death knight.]

What did you do to Castiel?

Nothing.

[Yet.]

I'm not a demon. I just want to talk, and apparently I can't do that without your angel being suppressed.

Oh, normal people just walk around smelling like ice with glowing eyes and giant suits of armor all the time.

What do you want?

You're from a different world than I am, what would you know?

[He leaned against a divider wall, a non-aggressive pose but not exactly leaving the exit open either.]

I want to ask what your agreement with it is.

[He offers an unimpressed snort at that response.]

I know something creepy when I see it. I'm not exactly some virgin when it comes to this supernatural stuff, if you couldn't tell.

He asked me to help with God's divine plan. I told him to protect my family. He runs around in my body, and my family is safe.

Why do you care?

Fine. The armor is normal, though.

[SOME armor is normal, but black armor with spikes and skull is still not. So, basically a lie.]

What do you get out of it? How is this fair?

[Jimmy is still offering you a severely disbelieving look, Arthas. No one nice has horrible skulls all over.]

Life isn't fair.

Look, I don't need your help.

What, you can throw off his control on your own if he decides not to hold up his end?

He'll hold up his end.

Then it'll do no harm to speculate, will it?

Why do you even care? What do you get out of it either way?

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