voice. a quick sad post.

[collegedropout]

Who: Sam Winchester
Broadcast: fleetwide
Action: Red Fish
When: after a sad shuffle :C


[Sam's very much subdued the day that Dean vanishes. If he reacts more viscerally to it, to knowing that this Dean was returning to his inevitable death at Sam and satan's own hands, nobody'd know it — he closes himself up in his room, keeps himself distant for a little while. It helps, because it also gets him away from those damned echoes that have begun to snowball. He's tried his best to ignore them, and with Dean suddenly gone... he doesn't trust himself to be anything but stressed at the sight. 

Anyway. Um. Best to move forward, right...? Get back into things. Working at the bar keeps his mind busy, as does helping with the garden, and there's also helping with the weird messages from the planet, and — dammit, Sam, get back into things. Fake it 'til you make it. This too shall pass, if you pretend hard enough that you're fine. So he breathes in deep, breathes out, and addresses the fleet.]

My brother, Dean, um. Dean Winchester's left the fleet. I wasn't sure how many people knew him, but...

[A pause.]

Anyone want to talk? I could use something to keep me occupied. Your choice of topic, just shoot. I can be a pretty good listener, too.

[Help me get out of this funk, huh.]

Comments

[collegedropout]

Spending time with the ones we love tends to be our top pick.

[He smiles, but it's a little sad.

He misses his brother already, on top of grieving the loss of this brother who is no doubt returning to his death. At the hands of the devil, in Sam's body. Jesus. He sighs softly, trying to mask it behind a heavy hand.]

Have you found one? A shamisen?

[castrationfist]

I haven't, but I don't need to. It would be a pain to carry around, and I can sing just fine without one. And I have someone here I'd rather spend time with than practice that!

[collegedropout]

Oh? You mean you've got that special someone here with you, on the fleet?

[castrationfist]

Unfortunately, that's spoilers! If you want more about that, you have to have a few more conversations to raise up your affection values!

[collegedropout]

... My affection values?

[castrationfist]

Eh, you don't know? Do you need to go back and replay the tutorial?

[You know, the tutorial for talking to fucking weird people.]

[collegedropout]

... Tutorial...

[Is this like Nightingale's whole deal?

oh lord save me]

Um. What tutorial?

[castrationfist]

[no

this is her fucking with sam, because it's hilarious.]

Ehh, you don't even know that much? Well, perhaps you should go look it up yourself. Goddess I may be, but I can't just give you all the answers, you know!

[collegedropout]

[BUT!!!!!!!

NO FAIR!!!]

Hey, come on! I thought that was a god-like thing, to give answers to wayward souls, or whatever.

[castrationfist]

Well, it is, but you're hardly of my faith, now are you? It would get suuuper-annoying if I started giving you revelations and answers and things and then your god got mad about it. And pretty messy, too.

[collegedropout]

... Don't think my god would really care.

He hasn't, uh. Been around for a long while. Kind of MIA.

[castrationfist]

Well, yes. The Age of Gods ended long ago. Our Authority is now a scant thing compared to what it once was. But I'd still rather not take any risks!

[collegedropout]

.... More risks than being trapped in a fleet at the potential mercy of weird augment glitches?

[castrationfist]

Yes. This is nothing, especially compared to the Holy Grail War, and I'm actually quite content here, after all!

[collegedropout]

I'm glad you are.

I actually... like being here a lot, myself.

... Not including the crap they pull, but. I guess I like places that are less hectic than home by virtue of being easier to handle.

[castrationfist]

Even the effects here are no more troublesome than some Casters I've fought.

And they're easier to handle, and the people here are much kinder than I am used to. It is quite nice here!

[collegedropout]

Yeah, pretty much.

[Back in the other place, terrible events were far, far more common.

... And back home things weren't much better.]

Casters? Like spellcasters?

[castrationfist]

That's right. We spirits who use magic were given the class of Caster by the Moon Cell. That's why I go by Caster!

[collegedropout]

And what kind of magic do you use, out of curiosity?

[castrationfist]

I think telling all of my abilities sounds rather foolish, actually! ♥

[collegedropout]

Aw, come on. It's interesting stuff.

What else should we talk about?

[castrationfist]

This lovely Tamamo is as wise as she is beautiful, and knows better than to give away everything so easily!

[She is waiting to see if he catches that, but.]

I am curious as to why you're curious.