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first one to make that doctor who joke loses

Who: Everyone! All of you!
Broadcast: Maybe!
Action: Definitely!
When: Anytime during the toxic moon event!

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[boy oh boy, isn't everyone just so excited to explore this... charming... place...?

this is a game-wide mingle and the timeframe isn't super-important, so throw in with whatever you want! play war games, go shopping for gas masks, get lost in the wilderness, hide up in the Iskaulit and refuse to set foot on the moon, anything goes.

here's the main event info post for reference! have fun!]

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[ It's around this time, always, that Dean finds himself lingering for Cas' sake. Cas, who always chooses to pause longer than Dean would like, waiting out moments to near painful limits. He doesn't always, most of the time he just charges into things - all the things - no matter Castiel's imminent commentary. But at least he usually gives the time required to listen. Whether or not he follows suit is a different story, but this shot is allowed to be his considering he was the one who was shot at.

And so he waits, hunkering down a bit instead, resting his gun on his knee and watching Cas hone in on the moment, calm predator after frantic prey. Dean can't help himself, poking up his gaze momentarily to shift just enough sideways, watching the guy come into view so Cas can take his shot.

Which doesn't take too terribly long, Dean ducking down immediately as the paintball connects. There really is something appealing about it but Dean doesn't let himself get cocky. It's too early to, instead navigating his gaze back around the field, sweeping across. ]

Who's next. [ Leaning sideways the other way around the stack, Dean keeps his gun trained forward, all honed interest the second another one of the opposing team up and decides to bolt, letting off a single shot from the sheer habit of refusing to be excessive. ]

[ ahhh, the sweet satisfaction of legal violence.

he watches with a grin as his target curses and stalks off, before cas is drawing back behind the safety of the tires, scratching at his neck where the leather of his mask rubs stubbled skin. ]

Well, there's what - six of 'em, and six of us, right?

[ shots ring out nearby, and cas glances to the right just in time to watch one of their teammates take a shot right in the back while he's running for cover. plebs. ]

Well, five.

More like two of us-

[ It's muttered under his breath, if only because Dean is fully aware of the importance of teamwork, even when all he wanted was to make runs on his own to keep from having to watch those around him die. Just let him do it himself...

But now is not the time to dwell, and so he doesn't, offering a nod back to Cas, practically oblivious to the man now grumbling his way off the field. ]

Two of 'em are still hiding out to the north, haven't seen any movement.

[ cas cocks a grin beneath his mask, and dean can't see it, but he can probably tell by his body language, the easy slant of his shoulders and the muffled chuckle that rolls in his throat. ]

Right. Well, we can make quick work of 'em.

[ teamwork is absolutely essential, but for castiel, it's second nature. since the moment he was first brought into existence castiel has been working with others, taught to function as a unit, in a team, so it comes easily to him. it's why he follows dean so readily always, why he's quick to obey, to work within the parameters of what he needs.

so cas climbs to his feet and dusts off his ass, glancing off toward the north. ]

After you then, fearless leader. I've got your back.

[ Ah, well- at least Cas is getting a kick out of this - him, anything - in equal measure. And that? Makes it worth it. That, he deserves.

Pausing for a quick second to track anticipated movements across the field, Dean plots a path in his mind, settling on it quickly enough. It's only then that he works his way back up, gun momentarily pointed at his feet while Cas up and... says what he always used to so damn easily.

For a second, Dean can't take it. Can't handle the idea that he's the fearless leader when he isn't anymore. Should maybe never have been to begin with. But if he takes that and runs with it, he'll be gone, and so he doesn't, ignores the whole thing entirely and tries to move past it because what else is he supposed to do? ]

Won't even give 'em time to think.

[ He grumbles the words before he moves, heading towards northwest to move in around from an angle. Slipping between obstacles, Dean ducks under fire and shoots, aims for limbs that aren't covered and wonders if this is what it used to feel like when he didn't have to count every shot that he took. ]

[ cas notices it, certainly, the little spark of tension, the way dean's shoulders align just so, and he can so easily visualize the expression behind the fierce jackal mask, the hard, steely look in his eyes that flashes of something deeper, more painful.

dean's never really loved it, he knows, the fond little nickname, but cas had thought that perhaps it would give him some semblance of cohesion, of familiarity, remind him that he hasn't lost everything, that cas is here, that he'll always be here. but maybe he'd spoken too soon. so he's quick to offer a clap to dean's shoulder before they're off, slinking like cats through the trees and brush and dean's not as stealthy as cas, with his heavy boots and his strong, bow-legged gait but they've still got plenty more experience moving through a war zone that he bets any of these other chuckleheads have. he's not worried. still, he sticks close to dean's back, rifle at the ready as they move. they're circling round to the indicated point when cas snaps a hand to dean's shoulder, tight. ]

Stop.

[ cas's head tilts, listening, and the small gesture is only exacerbated by the long mask, making him appear even more birdlike as he cocks his head. his grace might be much diminished, but cas still has enough kicking around inside of him to make life a little easier, to make his sight and hearing and sense of smell a little stronger, and there are footsteps moving to the east, just beside them, likely right out of dean's earshot. silently, cas leans his back against the broad tree beside him, jerking his head toward the distant noise that's drawing nearer, the quiet crunch of boots over crackling leaves. ]

[ Dean stops as he's told, screeches to a proverbial halt against the scrub. He's by far gotten better at moving through the world quietly these past few years but he'll never be an expert at it the way Cas is, and besides, right now he's a little more honed in on his own thoughts than he should be. The constant threat of being pulled under by the things he's so avidly trying to avoid is right there and he knows it, and is usually so much better at directing his attention elsewhere. Silently scolding himself for being too emotional to pay attention, he perks his ears up and listens, lifting his chin just slightly.

Oh. There it is, the slow step of someone who's trying not to be heard and is now failing at it.

Dean hunkers down a little lower, glancing up to the line that Cas' figure is cutting starkly against the brush before Dean is back to searching for the limbs of their passerby. Dropping his vantage point and angling upwards, Dean waits for it, for him to come into his line of fire instead of moving to meet him head on. Which takes long enough considering the guy's trying his hardest to be stealthy, a failure of a plan when sidled up against what they're able to manage. Dean still counts down the seconds to keep himself still, exhaling all in a rush at the exact moment he gets to take his shot. ]

[ it's why they work well together, really. dean's the raw power, cas is the finesse, and when they're teamed up there's not too much that can stand in their way, and cas is.. proud of that, can't help but be. when you know someone so well that you can have an entire conversation without uttering a single word, it's something worth cherishing, he thinks. something impressive and important. watching dean line himself up for the killshot is more enjoyable than he thinks it should be, really, and cas can't help the grin that tugs his mouth behind the mask.

damn, he missed this. having dean back feels like being whole again.

hissing an amused snicker, cas pushes off the tree again once the shot is taken, clapping dean hard on the back of the shoulder. ]

Nice.

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first one to make that doctor who joke loses

o ok fine i don't

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