Entry tags:
- [comm] lastvoyages,
- a train that will take you far away,
- ain't nobody got time for this,
- but it doesn't matter because we'll be,
- but you don't know for sure,
- cause this shit ain't real,
- cover identities who uses those,
- do you get the reference,
- fuck you quantum,
- fuck you too admiral,
- giving peeps shit about names since 2006,
- her name is actually poison ivy,
- it's inception!!,
- probably in a drug induced state,
- who name's their son lark,
- you're waiting for a train
♠ | 001 | Video
[Bond has been laying low, for the most part: investigating quietly, observing, looking for the Admiral and the Bridge and all the other things people initially told him he'd never see or find.
It galls him that they were right.
He's also spent his time half convinced that this is all a drug induced dream meant to obtain information from him. He still isn't sure either way, honestly, so when the video clicks on, Bond's face is inscrutable, because you're getting nothing from him, Quantum. When he talks, it's easy, smooth, because he is a very good bluffer.]
Suppose this is real. Suppose we are actually on a ship meant to cure us of our villainous ways. Tell me how it works. Tell me how often it works. And what do the wardens get out of it?
[He smiles, and it's easy but doesn't reach his eyes.]
While we're here, I've learned from my mistakes, 'Admiral.' [The inflection is small, but present: he really means Quantum.] Kindly send me back to live the quiet retired life, if you please. [There are much more important things than his immortal soul, or whatever the fuck this is supposed to be about, at stake after all.]
[Private to Ivy]
It strikes me that I may or may not owe you an apology.
[Private to Lark]
Heard anything?
It galls him that they were right.
He's also spent his time half convinced that this is all a drug induced dream meant to obtain information from him. He still isn't sure either way, honestly, so when the video clicks on, Bond's face is inscrutable, because you're getting nothing from him, Quantum. When he talks, it's easy, smooth, because he is a very good bluffer.]
Suppose this is real. Suppose we are actually on a ship meant to cure us of our villainous ways. Tell me how it works. Tell me how often it works. And what do the wardens get out of it?
[He smiles, and it's easy but doesn't reach his eyes.]
While we're here, I've learned from my mistakes, 'Admiral.' [The inflection is small, but present: he really means Quantum.] Kindly send me back to live the quiet retired life, if you please. [There are much more important things than his immortal soul, or whatever the fuck this is supposed to be about, at stake after all.]
[Private to Ivy]
It strikes me that I may or may not owe you an apology.
[Private to Lark]
Heard anything?
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Kay looked at the numbers since his arrival not too long ago. I don't know how long the barge existed before that. According to his research, 15 wardens out of 141 had a deal, graduated an inmate, and successfully got their deal result. Additionally, there were 181 inmates, and 21 had graduated at the time of his posting. Many inmates and wardens disappear back to their home realities before this task is accomplished.
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And how would you like me to prove that?
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I doubt very much that you can.
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You said you would believe me if I offered evidence. Tell me what evidence to offer.
Would you like me to raise a garden from the dead? Or smite you? Or glow with the divine might I'm made of? Or show you the shadows of my wings? Or bring weather to a place that, by it's very nature, has none?
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The shadows of your wings? Why not just show me the wings themselves?
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Would you feel the same way if I had said I was anything else? Perhaps I'm actually a minor god. Or an okami.
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Do it, then.
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My room. I'll come to you. [Because like hell is he giving out his room number.]
Re: video; feel free to spam.
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Please come here and confirm for me these tulips have not in any way been altered beforehand.
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Seems unaltered, [he drawls.]
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That looks better, I think.
[He holds the hand out for inspection, should Bond so desire. His skin is slightly warmer than your average human, and there's no pulse in his wrist.]
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Breathing carefully, keeping them steady and calm, he reached for the angel's hand, and turned it about in his own; the lack of a pulse was almost immediately noticeable, especially as his own thudded uncomfortably in his ears.]
How did you do it?
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[One of the consequences of his moping. But thinks are looking up these days, somehow. He gently takes the hand from Bond's grip and presses it into the soil. Then he closes his eyes. There's a kind of static in the air - it's hard to tell whether Castiel is glowing or the room has gotten darker, but something has definitely changed - and the rest of the tulips perk accordingly. He wipes the dirt off his hand with his jacket and offers the hand back.]
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