cape_kore | 010 | Private Audio to assorted residents

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010 | Private Audio to assorted residents | Day 117

[Things suddenly got complicated. Crowley is a manageable annoyance, as far as Balthazar is concerned. He's been here before. Michael, though...

Honestly, he'd rather have Lucifer back, and he feels just a bit guilty for it.

The net result is that he's on edge and worrying what this means for certain friends and acquaintances around town.]

Private to Donna

I'd like to visit as soon as possible, if I may. Some of the new arrivals are...look, let me come and set up some warding for you, please, love?

to Ellen

Do you know how to angel-proof? Might want to consider it. We've got a volatile situation.

to Raphael

Have you met the boy with Dean's face? Alec. How close to Dean's genetic makeup is he, do you suppose, and what, if anything, ought we to do about cutting off potential trouble there before it starts? [Because he can't see Alec being anything but obnoxious toward Michael, and probably rather incautious, as well.]

to Castiel

[A brief, simple audio:] Cassi? Do me a favor and don't do anything foolish.

to Mina and Fortescue

Hello! I've been distracted by our new arrivals. If you're not worried, you should be. But I've promised to introduce you to one another. Would you be available to meet at the library after dusk? I can explain more then.

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Maybe we were, once. Everything went wrong after...well, I suppose it was after Lucifer and Michael fought, and then God left us.

[Riley was right. He shouldn't have to be afraid of his brothers. He especially shouldn't have to be afraid of what his brothers might do to the people he cares about.]

We can't ward off your whole house. Not with Samandriel living here. But I'd like you to have an emergency room. Even just a closet or something. Might not hurt to demon-proof it either, honestly.

When you say Lucifer and Michael fought are we talking brotherly squabble or Biblical Apocalypse?

[ Please say squabble. Please say squabble. Please say squabble. It's not a squabble is it? ]

An emergency room? I like this idea. Let's hide in a cupboard! Hiding from the killer angels in a cupboard... I like this plan.

With them, love, it's the same difference.

[Realizing he's frightened her, which wasn't his primary goal, he pulls her into a hug, hoping it's at least a little reassuring.]

Ssh. It's just a precaution. All right? It may not even be necessary. It'd just make me feel better.

[ The hugs is good. Definitely on the side of reassuring. ]

But what about you? Can't exactly hide in an angel warded cupboard with me, can you? Since you're an angel and all...

[He chuckles at that, still holding on so she can't see from his expression that there's not much mirth in it.] No, that wouldn't work well, I'm afraid. Anyway, who would keep Cas and Samandriel out of trouble if I hid?

I'll be all right, don't worry. Michael has a temper, but he's not a psychopath.

And who's going to keep you out of trouble?

[ She leans into the hug for a moment longer before pulling away but not before stealing a soft kiss. ]

Please try not to get yourself angel-murdered. I kinda need you around.

I like trouble! Trouble is my middle name. If I had a middle name. Or a last name.

[He returns the kiss, closing his eyes briefly, and sighs, smiling.] I'll do my best. Anyway, if something does happen, the place may bring me back, so don't worry.

And since when do you need little old me? [He strokes her cheek with the backs of his fingers, eyes twinkling.]

Where else am I going to get my wonderful cuddles? I'd have to find some other super cute guy to hug, and really the choices here are pretty limited.

And I'd rather have you.

I don't know, love. It's been pointed out that by and large, we're a good-looking bunch. I mean, I acknowledge I'm the best cuddler, by far...

[She's picked up his mood a little, and he gives her another light kiss. But he came here for a reason other than basking in her affection.]

Where shall I put the wards, then? I'll do all but the last stroke, and you'll have to finish it.

There's a cupboard in my room. That could work. You'll have to tell me what I'm doing because I'm pretty sure my Cape Kore Survival Guide missed out the chapter on protection against angry murdering angels. Must be in volume 2!

[ She attempts a smirk but it comes out as a weak smile. ] Come on, let's go up to my room.

Perhaps they gave you the abridged version. [He echoes her expression.]

...You know, I was hoping for a different scenario the first time you invited me up to your room. [It had to be said. He's ready to follow her regardless.]

We could always kill two birds with one stone - fingerpaint my cupboard and then...

[ Is 'finger me' too crude? Can she say that to an angel of the Lord? Will God smite her down for that? Best not to risk it. ]

... celebrate the fact I have a nice save angel-free cupboard.

[He chuckles softly and leans in to breathe the scent of her hair. Truth be told, he needs the reassurance of contact, but maybe that's not the best reason to sleep with someone he actually cares about.]

I'd like that, love. I truly would. Let's see how we feel when the work is done, shall we?

At the very worst, I'm game for a cup of tea and a make-out session.

[ Is that a rejection or a not-rejection? Donna isn't sure. She hopes it's the latter because her little crush isn't so little any more. ]

I'm always up for cups of tea and making out with you.

[It's a not-rejection, peppered with uncertainty due to timing and his own volatile emotions. He smiles at her, though, and kisses her temple, then heads for the stairs, fingers linked loosely with hers.]

I'm holding you to that.

[ She smiles and leads him up the stairs to her room. It's quite homely. Numerous little perfume bottles were lined up on the dressing table. Whoever had lived here previously must've been quite the collector. The mirror is framed with photos taken with the camera Donna got from the crates. Photos of her friends here on the Cape.

And there, there is the cupboard. ]

So, what do we need to do?

Well, if there's anything in the cupboard, it'll need to be removed. [He sets the paint down.]

If it's where you keep your lingerie, I'm game to help, but if it's just socks or something, I'll let you do it. [Grin.]

It's not where I keep my knickers. Sorry. But if you're really interested they're in that drawer over there. [ She points to the top drawer of the chest of drawers. ]

The cupboard doesn't have much in. Just junk, mostly. You know, one of those cupboards you chuck all the clutter in? We've got one at home under the stairs.

[ She sets to work emptying the clutter out, stacking it in a corner to sort through at a later date. She'll probably throw it all in the attic since there's no one living up there. ]

Oh, that's all right. I'll wait for the opportunity to see them on you. [He chuckles softly and crouches next to her to help her remove things.]

I've never had clutter. I haven't stayed in one place for any length of time, so far.

Actually, I suppose House 11 is the place I've stayed the longest, other than Heaven.

Is it selfish of me to hope that House 11 is where you'll be for a long time yet?

[ The thought of him not being here isn't one she likes.

But at least the cupboard is empty! ]

Only a little, and in a way I highly approve of. [He smiles and leans in to nuzzle her cheek, then moves to nab the paint and brush he's brought.]

Honestly, I've been happier here than I can remember being, which is strange when it's such an unpredictable place. If it would just arrange not to tear away the people I like, I wouldn't even complain.

I get what you mean though. It's dangerous and people vanish willy-nilly but there's something quite special about this place.

Maybe because we're so far removed from the boring mundane of everyday life like work and stuff.

[ She stands back to give him space to work, watching him with interest. ]

Yes. Yes, I think that's it... [He muses quietly as he begins painting the designs. They're a bit like heiratic, elegant symbols with indeterminate meanings, something halfway between picture and writing.]

The issues that caught us up in our own worlds are put aside for the moment. Mostly.

[ She smiles. All the bad parts aside, this place has some amazing parts.

The designs are definitely interesting. Donna's intrigued. ]

So those pictures. Are those that Enochian stuff you talked about? Angel language? It's pretty. I imagine it'd take awhile to write a book in it.

That's right, yes. The written form has different grammatical rules from the spoken form. Stricter, since what's written normally stays. One has to be careful with the nuances of a spell.

I've never seen a book written in it, to be honest. Perhaps I'll translate one of Chuck's some time.

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