Castiel (
angelofthevored) wrote in
driftfleet2018-05-19 10:56 am
Entry tags:
Action - Marsiva(ish)
Who: Loki (
dothelokimotion); Thor (
rebuildyourruins); Kaworu (
paraclete); Eizen (
rockily); Castiel (
angelofthevored)
Broadcast: Nada
Action: A transport ship >> Marsiva (outer space) to do some junk
When: Sometime during the weekend of 5/18
[It's a ship full of dumb immortal assholes who are not only tired of sitting around, but are fundamentally sorta bad at it.
Except for Kaworu, primordial stoner. And Loki, provided there's some community theater to behold.]
Broadcast: Nada
Action: A transport ship >> Marsiva (outer space) to do some junk
When: Sometime during the weekend of 5/18
[It's a ship full of dumb immortal assholes who are not only tired of sitting around, but are fundamentally sorta bad at it.
Except for Kaworu, primordial stoner. And Loki, provided there's some community theater to behold.]

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Damn them.
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Perhaps I can get a sample of the metal. I can — [ But he cuts himself short. He can't. The chemicals are restless in his head. He'll just try and fail and it'll be worse. ]
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[Thor might be projecting a lot more stability compared to Loki. But his own thoughts are screaming at him to get out of here. Unbidden, Shiro's words about how the Marsiva ate another Fleet vessel comes to mind, and he flinches.
He shakes his head, meeting Loki's eyes.]
We need to come back with a better plan.
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Fine. Fine.
[ It's a bitter pill to swallow. He shifts on his feet, restless. Loki even squeezes Thor's hand quietly as he glances back, seeing the blankness between stars. ]
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He wants to leave, he wants to leave, he wants to stay and finish the job but goddamn it he wants to leave.]
If Castiel finds something we'll go to him.
[Thor's own grip on Loki's hand tightens.]
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I do not think he'll find it.
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[Castiel keeps his distance this time, shining like a beacon from around the Marsiva instead of zipping over to the brothers. He sends out his Voice (can't avoid that cascade of whispers) to beckon them closer to a small, tinted window, nearly impossible to see from a distance.]
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We're coming.