[ the ritual, bizarre and haunting but otherwise anti-climatic (cas expected some abominable creature or conjuring, even a portal or spell to result) leaves him drained, mentally drifting, yet wide awake. The words from the acolyte - chosen - echo like a sinister murmur in the back of his head, and the ungodly shriek that sounds out beyond the walls hardly helps his nerves.
Suddenly concerned with the status of his friends, he peers around for Geralt, Ciri, the three “kids” Lucifer asked him to protect. Inej, and Jack. Anxiety compounding, Cas takes a walk, attempting to clear it and find some reassurance in familiar faces.
Yet, the walk leads him to the cracked shrine, pool of blood creeping outward, making little rivers and falls over the vines layering the cavern floor. He does his best to strangle out the intrusive voice that suggests he was called to it. For a long while, too long, he’s eying the source of the leaks, squinting with an unnatural concentration.
Frustration builds and builds as the blood continues to ooze forth from some unknowable place. It claws at his mind. The ritual left him with no more answers than he started, just more gore to add to the compendium left by battles through hell. He needs to know.
Abruptly, Castiel snaps back into himself, glances down, and snatches the first wedge shaped rock he can find. A stony set to his features, cracking and clanging shatters through the cave as Cas slams the wedge into the largest gap in the fissured shrine. With a second heavy stone, he hammers against the wedge, trying to chisel the thing open with a determination like someone’s trapped inside. Satisfaction worms its way in when he feels a hint of his old angelic strength seeping back.
Violent vandalism of ancient occult structures, possibly a bad idea? probably a bad idea. But here we are now, with our unfortunate life choices. ]
open; week 2, shrine investigation
Suddenly concerned with the status of his friends, he peers around for Geralt, Ciri, the three “kids” Lucifer asked him to protect. Inej, and Jack. Anxiety compounding, Cas takes a walk, attempting to clear it and find some reassurance in familiar faces.
Yet, the walk leads him to the cracked shrine, pool of blood creeping outward, making little rivers and falls over the vines layering the cavern floor. He does his best to strangle out the intrusive voice that suggests he was called to it. For a long while, too long, he’s eying the source of the leaks, squinting with an unnatural concentration.
Frustration builds and builds as the blood continues to ooze forth from some unknowable place. It claws at his mind. The ritual left him with no more answers than he started, just more gore to add to the compendium left by battles through hell. He needs to know.
Abruptly, Castiel snaps back into himself, glances down, and snatches the first wedge shaped rock he can find. A stony set to his features, cracking and clanging shatters through the cave as Cas slams the wedge into the largest gap in the fissured shrine. With a second heavy stone, he hammers against the wedge, trying to chisel the thing open with a determination like someone’s trapped inside. Satisfaction worms its way in when he feels a hint of his old angelic strength seeping back.
Violent vandalism of ancient occult structures, possibly a bad idea? probably a bad idea. But here we are now, with our unfortunate life choices. ]