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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.]
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[ She gets the hesitation, she really does. She's hesitant to even offer it, what with the cover she's trying to maintain, but it seems like the best course of action to get him out of here quickly. Archangels, demons, there's a lot from their world to duck and hide from.
When she takes his hand in hers, there's a moment where she just looks around them. No one in sight, the coast seems clear, and as far as she can sense the area around them is clear. It's as safe as she's going to get, anyway, so after that pause she laughs under her breath and raises an eyebrow at Chuck. ] Hold on tight?
[ The contact isn't strictly necessary, not like this, but it's something more solid to focus on. When taking someone with her, the contact definitely helps. it's been a while since she regularly used her wings, after all. Twenty five years as a human has left her a little rusty, and she can't be entirely sure that being reunited with her Grace was enough to reconnect with the Host. Maybe she's Falling all over again - albeit a lot slower this time, but Falling nonetheless. It's hard to tell in this town.
There's not much warning when she makes the decision to leave. Barely a split seconds' worth of rustling wings, and then they're in the kitchen of the house in question. She keeps hold of his hand a moment to offer some stability - it's his first time, after all, she's seen people take the odd, yanking sensation pretty badly. ]
Still okay?
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[He doesn't exactly enjoy having meltdowns in front of other people, really. If he's going to freak out about something, he prefers to do it in private. He knows he's pretty much useless as far as things are concerned, and breaking down in front of people only seems to magnify that. After all, he can't fight, he doesn't really know how to work a gun, he doesn't know any of the magic symbols or sigils. He just.... writes. That's it.
And he knows there are not only archangels here, but demons as well. He's talked to Lucifer and Meg and he's pretty sure that there are other dangerous beings out there that haven't actively sought him out. Yet.
He takes a deep breath and holds it as Anna takes his hand. He doesn't exactly know what to expect with Angel Air. He's seen Dean and Sam be pulled around by it, and neither of them seemed to suffer any side effects from it. But the Winchesters were a lot more stronger than Chuck was, and he can't help but feel a little nervous.
But he didn't have time to be nervous for long because suddenly there they were, in the kitchen of House 11. Chuck stumbles a bit, because if feels like Anna pulled on his hand and he has no choice but to go along with the pull, but instead of being pulled down the street, he's suddenly in her... their kitchen.
And it's strange. It takes him a second of blinking around them to really realize what just happened.]
Uh.... yeah? I guess?
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[ A quick gesture in the correct direction supports the statement, and the light smile tugging at her lips may possibly suggest that she's teasing Chuck just a little. Only a little though, and afterwards she heads over in the gestured direction to do just about the least angelic thing ever.
She puts on the kettle.
Seriously Chuck, this is your life now. The angel you live with is making you a cup of tea. ]
I will...completely answer any questions you have, as best as I can, but while you're still level headed there is a slight...detail we should probably discuss.
[ She busies herself poking through cupboards for mugs, and when she's got two she starts hunting around for the sealed jar of tea leaves that hasn't so much as been looked as since her arrival. Anything to keep herself busy and think of the best way to phrase what she's about to ask of him.
It isn't until she's found the jar, opened it and dumped some unceremoniously into a pot that she turns back to him, smile very much fixed on her face. This is really important, clearly, and also making her really nervous. Whatever it is, surely it can't be good. ]
Look, I've been here a little while now, Castiel and Gabriel a little longer. The others are more recent additions and what they do is their own choice, but- [ She sighs, rubs a hand across the back of her neck, then starts again. ] What I'm trying to say is...people don't exactly know. That I'm an angel. That...any of the three of us are, actually. Cas and Gabe have both played the 'supernatural' card, but as far as the population is concerned, I'm a regular human.
[ And here comes the part she's dreading, to the point where she has to fold her arms over her chest, staring down at the floor rather than the judging, prophet of the Lord eyes that she just knows are probably confused as hell right about now. ]
I'd...appreciate it if you could keep it that way.
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This is going to be his home now. Because he's stuck here for who knows how long.
He thinks he still might be in shock, but the gravity of the situation is just starting to hit him.
He's stuck here. He can't go home. Stuck in a place very far away from Ohio, and in a place with archangels and demons and who knows what else.
That's.... yeah, no, that's great.
And so when Anna makes her way into the kitchen, Chuck follows behind her, like a little lost puppy who's been abandoned and is following the first person who was kind to him. Because that's pretty much exactly what's happened.
But then Anna starts making him tea. An angel is making him tea. And while he would greatly prefer a giant glass of whiskey instead, tea isn't unwelcome so much as is it very strange. Chuck feel like he's having an out of body experience without having left his body. He stands off to one side of the kitchen, just watching her walk and talk because yep, this certainly is his life now.
He nods once more when Anna finishes her monologue. Balthazar and Gabriel asked the same of him already, and Lucifer and Raphael don't seem to be making any attempts to hide who they are.]
Oh, yeah, no, definitely. It's, uh, not a problem. Yeah. I promise, I won't tell anyone.
[Chuck the prophet, God, or whoever. When he makes a promise, he intends on keeping it at all costs. Anna's secret is certainly safe with him.]
But, uh. What did Cas say he was? [Thus far, Castiel has been the only one not to make a request of him. And if he's going to be keeping all these secret identities in order, he might as well start with it all straightened out.]
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She stares at the floor a little longer, scuffs her foot lightly and then turns to carry on with the tea. It gives her something to do, at least. Hopefully avoid any questions, because she still can't quite explain why she pulled the human act on arrival. Safety, maybe. Wishful thinking, more likely, but for whatever reason what's done is done. She told the lie, maintained the lie even when it got very difficult to uphold at times, and these days it's slipping as things become more dangerous, as she hears of people going out and getting injured and wonders where she'll draw the line, where she'll finally step up and take some responsibility and deal with her actions.
Not any time soon, certainly. ]
Thank you. It's- well. I won't bore you with the details, but thank you. It'd...complicate things, I'm sure you can imagine.
[ Finally she's done with pouring and dishing out sugar - sorry Chuck, she didn't actually ask before dumping a spoonful in there, and there's certainly nothing closely resembling milk in the house, but she's sort of focused on the topic at hand. She looks a little more comfortable when she turns around again though, slightly less nervous at least, and she holds out the cup towards him as she cups her own, apparently not bothered by the heat. Warm water ain't got nothing on angel juice, after all. ]
Last I checked, he's not made a secret of being something other than human, but only a handful know the details. Very vague. Smarter than my cover apparently, less details to keep up with.
[ Like trying to explain how the two 'men' you live with are actually your brothers - Anna hasn't touched that one with a ten foot pole. ]
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And, to top it off, Anna's trapeze as a human was also fairly recent. And when she started talking about hearing the angels when they all saved Dean from Hell, they had locked her up in an mental ward, thinking her insane.
And if that's what her own, albeit human, family would do to her, he can't exactly say he blames her for not wanting to trust that with a bunch of people she doesn't even know. She doesn't need to bore him with the details because, as far as he's concerned, he already knows them.]
Oh, yeah, no. I get it. [He gives her an attempt at a smile. It's small and it's strained, but there's no denying the realness of it, beneath all of that.]
I mean, I thought I was going crazy or a god or something when I met Sam and Dean. [Is that laugh he gives slightly ironic? Only if you're looking for it.] But then Castiel showed up and said I was a prophet, and...
[And, well, sometimes he still doesn't believe it. Sometimes, when he wakes up from a vision, he still thinks they're all just figments of his imagination. That they're fictional characters and that he made them up. But then Dean will call him, or show up in his kitchen without warning and he has to defer to the reality that they're actually real. And it completely boggles his mind.
He gives her a small "thank you" when she hands the cup of tea to him, taking a sip of it. The tea is a bit sweeter than he's used to--of course, he's used to coffee and alcohol, things that are bitter and keep him awake and keep the pain at bay, not tea that might have been prepared for Gabriel--but holding the cup gives him something to do with his hands, and he's grateful for that.
He gives another nod. Balthazar and Anna are humans, Gabriel is Loki, and well, he simply won't bring up Castiel's humanity, or a lack there of. Seems easy enough to remember.]
Okay, yeah. I can do that.
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I don't think you've got much to worry about there. I'm no expert but I think God would look a little less poor artist chic. [ She raises her eyebrows, and yeah this time there's definitely no hiding it. Shes teasing, just a little, but it's all good-natured at heart. Certainly easier than talking in length about the why's and why not's of her decision to lie to the town upon arrival, anyway.
Because it's more that than anything. people have been slowly finding out, the ones that count anyway. She couldn't have done much to hide it from a few - though when the other option had been leaving a friend to die, there wasn't even a thought. It only got more people as people who knew her lie and all grew closer. At what point was she supposed to draw the line, rip the band-aid off and start being honest?
There's too much grey area, and thinking about it too much manages to give her the echoes of a headache, as near as she can get anyway, so more often than not she just doesn't. An angel dealing with issues by not dealing with them at all, who would have thought. ]
Look, this place isn't fun, I'll give you that. But don't worry too much, okay? There's people here who'll have your back, and it seems to have settled down a bit for now at least.
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And so he gives an actual, genuine amused smile at her teasing. Without the proper context, it's not nearly as funny, so his smile doesn't last long, but it's there, well enough. ]
Yeah, no. Sam and Dean just thought I was you know, psychic? And like... [ He makes a hand movement. ] ...super honed in on their lives. But then Castiel showed up.
[He shakes his head.] I saw it. You know, before. But, I mean... I didn't really believe it until Castiel showed up.
[Because, a prophet? Of God? Really? I mean, it was one thing, learning that Sam and Dean were real, and that all of the monsters that they faced and all the people they met were real. But a prophet?
Sometimes he still doesn't believe that it's real.
And it's hard to believe that everything will end up fine. Because all he's heard since he's arrived in Kore was about how horrible it was, and all the bad things that have happened. It's hard to worry and to think that that everything could be alright. ]
Yeah, okay. I'll, uh. I'll try.