[Semi-Closed]

[ofthursday]

Who: Merlinatural the Vampire Slayer and friends (Merlin cast, Supernatural cast, Buffy, and anyone who has plotted threads with them and wants to do them here instead of new log)
What: DARKNESS EVENT
When: Day 128 through 131
Where: All around Asgard
Rating: PG-13 to R for death, violence, language, and whatever else

[[ooc: This is a giant log for all the shenanigans of the casts so that we don't spam the log comm. Anyone with planned threads with anyone in this group is welcome to join in here or make their own logs for them, whatever you like!

Everyone please put in the subject line of your threads what day it's taking place, and (tentatively) the characters involved, as well as open or closed and anything else that seems relevant.]]

Comments

[pratentious]

[ Arthur's taking much the same inventory in the time it takes Cas to respond, and when he does, he very nearly laughs. ]

Not bad enough that you've to worry about them.

[ He pockets his flashlight after turning it off. ]

Was there something you needed? Or have they begun looking for me already?

[ofthursday]

[He nods, just slightly dazedly, at his comment, then again at the first question.]

Weapons. My sword is... Too short.

[He has to get in too close, he means, and he's not as strong as he's used to being. Sam had disarmed him and knocked him down without a thought, and Castiel needs a long range weapon.]

I need throwing knives, or something else ranged.

[He's good at throwing knives, but he'll take anything.]

[pratentious]

[ Arthur nods and waves him over towards the weapons cache, unlocking it to display various throwing knives and handaxes as well as a few crossbows and longbows amongst the other weapons. Still no guns. ]

Feel free to take what you will. I had them forged back at the start, they may as well see some use.

[ofthursday]

[He drifts over and begins to the look through the selection, beginning to draw out some throwing knives.]

Thank you.

[He says after a moment, before continuing his check out his options.]

[pratentious]

Of course.

[ He nods his head once before walking back over to his office door. This is a monumentally Awful Idea, but he's holding out hope that perhaps the Darkness has simply left her, so with one last look over to Cas, Arthur knocks on the door. ]

You still alive in there?

[minifridge]

[Mary responds by slamming herself into the door as hard as she can, causing an almighty bang from inside the office that actually cracks the wood of the door. Whatever tool she's using to smash the door breaks, so the next crash comes from her shoulder driving into the door hard enough to dislocate her shoulder.

The shriek from inside the office should indicate that yes, she is still alive. But fine? Not even close.]

[ofthursday]

[Castiel looks up from his surveying of the weapons to glance toward the door, and then Arthur.]

Who is in there?

[Or what, really.]

[pratentious]

[ At the sound of her shrieking, Arthur immediately turns to place his back against the wood and lock his legs in an effort to keep it from opening. He glances over to Cas near sheepishly. ]

Erm. Mary?

[ Ha ha. Yeah ... ]

[minifridge]

[Mary makes another attempt at Hulking her way out of the room that goes kind of pitifully, judging by the pained sound from within. Turns out it's hard to get green and angry when you have a dislocated shoulder.

She stops trying to get out and busies herself with rummaging through Arthur's desk until she finds something sharp.]

[ofthursday]

[Castiel just stares at Arthur, then at the door, then back at Arthur again.]

She is not herself.

[It's not really a question, just a confirmation.]

[pratentious]

[ He winces at her cries, and lowers his eyes from Castiel. ]

I know.

[ The silence within is unnerving. What is she getting up to? ]

I just - I didn't want to see her killed, so I left her. Perhaps when the Darkness passes, it will leave her.

[minifridge]

[Inside, Mary has found a knife, and hefts it in her good hand. She's long since turned the lights off in here, so she's nice and strong, despite the light through the windows making her weak enough to hurt from her shoulder injury. What brain she has left knows that it'll hurt and be horrible out there; thus, she doesn't try to break out.

They will come. The door will open. It's better that way.]

[ofthursday]

We don't know when that will be, and if that will work.

[Castiel is already looking at the situation in terms of logistics and nothing more, though his eyes are slightly wide as he stares at the door Mary is behind. He's on edge and still in shock from what had happened, and every sense and instinct is telling him that these things aren't their friends, and they're dangerous. There's no waiting for them to get better.]

[pratentious]

[ Arthur swallows hard, glancing from Cas to where his hands are pressed flat against the wood at his sides, and his fingers curl just slightly. ]

I don't want her killed, Castiel.

[ It's selfish, he knows, and stupid. They can't keep her locked up forever. It just - it doesn't sit well, he an't allow for it while he's the strength to stop it. ]

[minifridge]

[The door is thin enough for her to hear every word. None of it gets through to her, none of it matters, but some day soon she will remember the conversation outside.

In the mean time, she's leaned against the front of the desk, staring at the cracked wood through the pitch black of the office.]

OOPS I THINK I DELETED THIS NOTIF ON ACCIDENT

[ofthursday]

You can't keep her like this.

[Just talking practicality alone. This situation is far too precarious.]