herp, voice-testing

[vatical]

At this point, I'd really rather not know why Crowley wants me or what he does with me between when he grabbed me and when I escape. I mean, he's the King of Hell, so for now, ignorance is, um, bliss, right?

.. Still, you'd think I'm the only prophet around or something. There's still that one writer-guy who looks homeless, right?

Anyway, ah.. you have a plan, right? Some kind of plan? Please tell me you're not just winging it, because if you are, I'm fully prepared to shove an organizer in your face.

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screams into the night

[highdive]

[ Hold the phone, is that

kevin tran

advanced placement?! ]

Kevin. [ Shit, son, sorry he lost you. ] ... You okay? So far?

holds tenderly

[vatical]

[ you bet your bottom dollar it is. everyone can relax now. ]

Oh, uh, Sam. Hey. [ you'd better be sorry, he was trying to leave, remember? 8| ] .. Sure, I guess so. I mean, as long as I take deep breaths and ignore the fact that my life has lost any semblance whatsoever of normality.

goodness gracious great balls of fire

[highdive]

[ Yeah, he remembers. But, the day he leaves Dean behind is the day that never ever. ]

You... [ "get used to it," he almost says, and then. Doesn't. ]

... Uh. It'll be fine, alright? We'll figure this out.

h e h //////

[vatical]

[ kevin gives sam a look that says he should really be glad he didn't voice that. ]

It's okay, I guess it looks like I end up escaping Crowley, anyway.

[highdive]

[ Hey, you can't read his thoughts, Kevin. Even if you are an AP student. ... Were. Were an AP student. ]

Yeah, that's... good. Really good. [ Obviously. ] Guess we've still got another few days before we find out how.

[servingmichael]

Chuck is around in some fashion, although not at home.

[vatical]

[ staaaaaaare. ]

Um. You're.. an angel. Aren't you.

[servingmichael]

Raphael.

[The one who watched over the Prophets. Thank Castiel for killing him or he would have splattered Crowley for coming near you.]

[vatical]

Oh. Sorry, I don't.. One of the archangels?

[ his mom is an atheist from a buddhist background ok, he knows about thismuch about angels. ]

[servingmichael]

The third, yes.

[He doesn't care, to be honest.]

[vatical]

Oh man. [ he rubs his eyes. ] Leviathans and demons and angels.

[servingmichael]

Yes. Quite a mess.

[vatical]

That's an understatement. But at least Dick Roman's gone.

[servingmichael]

One down, many more to go.

[vatical]

Oh man, don't remind me. I somehow doubt killing Leviathans is something I can put on a resume.

[servingmichael]

Depends on the resume, doesn't it?

[vatical]

Well, I don't plan to be a hunter-prophet-whatever the rest of my life.

[servingmichael]

What would you plan to do?

[vatical]

Uh. Well, I want to be the first Asian-American President of the United States. [ a pause, wincing. ] That might.. take some work after the last few weeks, though.

[servingmichael]

What does it take to become that?

[Governments. He's seen so many rise and fall.]

[vatical]

A lot of hard work, the right connections, uh.. a strong platform, charisma..

[ w a i t. ]

Why are you being so indulgent? I mean, I can't imagine you're actually all that interested in it.

[servingmichael]

[Raphael looks at his nails for a moment, then back at Kevin, locking eye contact on him.]

Prophets are rarely successful in their personal or professional lives, so that the Grace of Heaven may shine through them.

[So no, he's not interested. Not really.]

[vatical]

[ note to self: archangels are a little dickish, to use a dean term. ]

Oh great. [ burying his face in his hands. ] So that's what happened to homeless-writer-prophet. I'm doomed to grow a creeper-beard and walk around in boxers and a ratty bathrobe the rest of my life.

[servingmichael]

[Don't ask questions you don't want answers to.]

He only did that when he wasn't planning on leaving the house.

[He followed Chuck around enough to know.]

But it is likely you will need to rethink what you want from life yes.

[vatical]

Still, that's--

[ a tired huff, rubbing his eyes. ]

I won't need to be a prophet forever. Right?

[servingmichael]

I don't have an answer to that.

[Because he's dead.]

[vatical]

It just.. doesn't make sense. I mean, how often can the Word of God really need to be interpreted?

[servingmichael]

Gabriel would have been a better angel to ask. It's not how often it needs to be interpreted, it's how long you take to do so. How scattered the Word is.

[paterelohim]

HEY.

[vatical]

[ er. ] ... No offense, sir, but you kind of do sometimes.

[paterelohim]

Oh, like you don't look homeless before you get dressed in the morning!

[Sore spot.]

[vatical]

Um. No? I mean, not until recently.

[paterelohim]

Yeah. You do. Everyone does.

They came into my house while I was in my boxers, I'm allowed to walk around in my boxers in my own house.

[vatical]

[ not going to point out that he generally wears pajamas. nicer.. pajamas. kevin tran, advanced placement: not so good with conflict. ]

Okay, ah, sure. If you say so.

[ let's talk about the beard. ]

[paterelohim]

[His beard is very nicely groomed right now, thankyouverymuch.

Anyway. Chilling out now. Yes.]

So, you're roped into this prophet thing too, huh?

[vatical]

.. Yeah. [ s-sigh. ] According to Raphael, there go my plans of being the President.

[paterelohim]

Man, that sucks.

I used to have a real job before all this. I had a girlfriend- I had a boat.

[vatical]

A.. boat? What, like for fishing?

[paterelohim]

I lived in Maryland. Everyone has a boat.

[vatical]

.. I think that's a slight exaggeration. When did the prophet thing kick in for you? I mean, did you run off on a-- a mojo-driven road-trip to find a clay tablet with a bunch of squiggles on it?

[paterelohim]

...Oh, ouch.

No. I was 29 when I got my first vision. I woke up and just started writing- I physically couldn't stop until it was all down. I thought I was going crazy. These incredibly vivid dreams, all these characters just alive in my head- and I could feel everything they did, I could see it, and I knew I had to get it down and make sure people read it.

I thought I was just writing books, but I was... a prophet. I mean, every dream would start with this intense, splitting headache that just took over my brain no matter what I took for it- the worst migraine you've ever had, and the only thing that helped was drinking until I fell asleep.

It ruined my life.

...Clay tablet, huh?

[vatical]

Wow, that's really.. unfair. I mean, why wasn't your plan good enough for-- for God or Heaven or the angels or whatever. Why wasn't mine? It'd be one thing for this to hit someone who wants it, like a-- monk or a priest or something, but..

[ he trails off, realizing he's sounding a little whiny, before clearing his throat. ]

.. Yeah. The Word of God, as written by Metatron, I guess.

[paterelohim]

Well... maybe there is kind of a point?

I mean. I don't know about your Metatron thing, but... if I hadn't published my books, Sam and Dean never would have found me. I was able to help them a few times when they really needed it.

[Reluctantly. He h8s admitting that there was a point to his life being ruined.]

[vatical]

Maybe. If that's how you have to look at it, I guess. [ him, he's still too upset about it to find a bright side, yet. ]

[paterelohim]

It kind of is. I mean, I've had years to think about this.

Look- if you're- uh. [SDklfgd.] I'm sorry you got roped into this. That sucks.

[vatical]

Yeah, that's what everyone keeps saying. Dean was pretty clear about it sucking a lot. And I'm beginning to get the impression, since.. you know, Crowley.

[paterelohim]

...Uh, god, yeah. I had an archangel protecting me against demons, but. Jeez.

[vatical]

I guess most of the angels are dead, now. At least, they can't really spare any at the moment.

[betterthisway]

....

Boop.