Action - Marsiva(ish)

[angelofthevored]

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.]

Comments

[paraclete]

[Is it weird to sigh? With relief? That's what Kaworu does when the glow of an angel comes winding round to him. His shoulders drop just enough to indicate they were ever tense in the first place. The sigh is a thin one, and his smile is rueful. So are his eyes. So is the laugh he flutters out, so bare a breath that the vacuum of space consumes it immediately.]

I figured as much.

[His laugh was a physical thing; his response is not. He meets Castiel's Voice in the middle—he's adept enough with the metaphysical. His soul is very gentle in speaking directly to Castiel's essence.]

I'd like to go regardless. [Or because of?] It seems like an important thing.

[angelofthevored]

[Kaworu answering in such an angelic way makes Castiel so sick for home that the dread seems to sink further. It's as much a comfort as it is a reminder of what he'll never have again, so he withdraws just a little. Sorry, buddy.]

I ̊͡hͥ̄̌̏ͬ̈̓ȃ̵̈́̈veͯ͒̓̂ͨ͌̍͞ ͒̾̂ͫ̈̚ýêͨ̄͒̔͆͋t̵ͮ̍ ͛ͣtͤͭ̉͊o̍ ͡f͐ͪ͑ͭ̊ͭͫiͬͭ̋̾͗́̈͠n̵ͧd̢̎̿ ̀̀a͛ ̌͂ͣ̒ẃͦͪ̽͆a̸͛͆ͨ̈͂̈́yͣͧ ̌ͣͩ̉͛͌͋i̿̈ͫnͣ̋́̐̐̅ͫ͢s̓͐̋ͮͮi̅̽͐ͨ͡d̀ͭ̿e.͛͋̓̾ ͌̐ͥ̎ͯ͌͏ ̑ͣ̔͂̚Sͮo͑̉̈́m̡̂ͪͣ̽e͛ͧ͗͋͋̎ͧ́ ̾͊̏̉͊ͣ̓k̿ͩͣ͐̄ī̈̓̿͌͐̅n̈̈d̨ͩ̎ ́̾ͪ͡o̶͊ͨͥ͂ͧ̀̔f̡̒̒ ̄͊͐̈́͆w̶̉ͬ͐̃͑ͨ̚aͦ̅̚r̾͗͂di͒̓̆ͫn̛ͣ̏̃ͫ̓g̏͋ r̈́͗͐̓̔ͫ͡e͊ͧͭ̆͗p̓̍͛̾̚el̋s̉ ̡̏̒m͋ȅ̐.ͬ̆ͬ͌̃͑̚͜"
[Maybe Kaworu will have better luck, but with a physical body how much better could his luck be? Cas is photons and he can't even squeeze through the glass.]