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cape_kore2013-03-22 04:47 pm
godsprophet) wrote in cape_kore2013-03-22 04:47 pm
001 | Chuck Shurley | Video
Oh, uh...
[Hello, Kore. Amidst the influx of new arrivals is Chuck. He's got short, curly brown hair and a beard. He also looks incredibly baffled as he squints down at the communicator on his wrist. He's outside, and his free hand is shielding his eyes from the sun. He doesn't appear to be someone who's used to being outside very often. Or like, at all.
He seems to be surprised that he's gotten the communicator working. He also seems confused as to who, exactly, he's talking to. But that doesn't stop him from stuttering on anyways.]
Sorry, I--I'm not exactly sure I know exactly were I am? Well, I mean... Cape Kore, obviously, but, uh... I mean, I was just in Ohio.
[He's smart enough that he knows that wherever Cape Kore is, it's certainly not in Ohio. He looks a little lost and confused for a second before a thought occurs to him.]
Was it---is this the angels? They did this, didn't they? They're the only ones who could do this, right? [And yet, even that didn't add up because,] I thought the Apocalypse was over!
[Chuck drags a hand down his face. He's not a Winchester. This isn't a life he's suited for. He's just a writer.]
[Hello, Kore. Amidst the influx of new arrivals is Chuck. He's got short, curly brown hair and a beard. He also looks incredibly baffled as he squints down at the communicator on his wrist. He's outside, and his free hand is shielding his eyes from the sun. He doesn't appear to be someone who's used to being outside very often. Or like, at all.
He seems to be surprised that he's gotten the communicator working. He also seems confused as to who, exactly, he's talking to. But that doesn't stop him from stuttering on anyways.]
Sorry, I--I'm not exactly sure I know exactly were I am? Well, I mean... Cape Kore, obviously, but, uh... I mean, I was just in Ohio.
[He's smart enough that he knows that wherever Cape Kore is, it's certainly not in Ohio. He looks a little lost and confused for a second before a thought occurs to him.]
Was it---is this the angels? They did this, didn't they? They're the only ones who could do this, right? [And yet, even that didn't add up because,] I thought the Apocalypse was over!
[Chuck drags a hand down his face. He's not a Winchester. This isn't a life he's suited for. He's just a writer.]
FEELS I have them for you. 1/2
"God is dead," Raphael had said. "You're living in a Godless universe."
But that wasn't the worst of it. Worst of all was the fact that Raphael had rationalized it. He had believed that Lucifer had raised Castiel from death, believed that, with his lack of interference, there was literally no other option, or perhaps, no other option that he'd been willing to consider, aside from him being dead.
And that hurt. He hadn't wanted to be found. He hadn't wanted to interfere. He'd wanted humans to be humans, and he wanted angels to learn. None of which could happen if he interfered. None of which could have happened if he'd stayed in Heaven. It was unfortunate, yes, but it was the only choice he'd seen at the time.
But seeing Raphael unrelentingly call him dead had hurt him in ways Gabriel's death didn't. He hadn't wanted them to think him dead. He wanted them to see his absense as freedom and the opportunity to be independent and do what they they wanted to do. But Raphael embodied the exact opposite of that, and it greatly saddened him. ]