hadriel_logs | Event Log: Dead Ringers

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Event Log: Dead Ringers

Who: Everyone participating in the event!
What: The event log for the Dead Ringers event!
Where: All around the city
When: January 16th-January 25th
Warnings: Evil doubles, so we can assume manipulation, violence, murder, and maybe some nasty words

Everything seems normal on the morning of the 16th - actually, everything seems normal about the city for the entirety of this event. Nothing is strange, nothing is obviously wrong. Well, except that the population has mysteriously doubled, and the new residents each look exactly like one of the old residents. So weird! Definitely not ominous at all.

At least until your new double gets down to business. After all, their only goal is to ruin your life, and that can take any form. Smashing your favorite coffee cup? Telling your worst enemy they're right? Kissing someone else in front of your girlfriend? Brutally murdering you and then hiding your body in a closet so they can more effectively destroy your life? The possibilities are truly endless, and the only way to protect yourself is to kill your double first. They're not really open to negotiation, after all - but they sure might pretend to be in order to trick you.

So watch your back, and try to make sure that really is your best friend and not an evil clone masquerading as them. Boy, that would be awkward. If you can stick it out until January 25th, good for you! But if you didn't manage to and your double survives until the end - well, just as a final 'fuck you', there's a chance you'll come back to life and remember every awful thing your double did. Hey, at least that'll make it easier to fix, right?

► This log covers January 16th-January 25th.
► Feel free to make your own logs, as well
► Please tag headers of threads with content warnings where they apply
► Please put your character's name and open/closed in the subject line of your starters!
► If your evil clone happens to take you out, please let us know here, and remember that you will not revive until the event is over.

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[ Open options come in original and doppelganger flavor. The bold parts are doppelganger only, go ahead and pick either. ]

1. The Park - Jan 16th-18th - Open to All

[ Look at that lovely angel sitting on a bench, admiring the sweeping arch of the river. For those who are paying close attention, he's wearing a curiously dark smile, his nose slightly crinkled, looking cheerful, his hands gently folded in his lap. When Cas notices he has company, he stirs from the bench, dropping his hands into the voluminous pockets of his coat. There's a hint of a swagger to his step as he makes his way over. His lips quirk in the corners, and he lifts up his right hand past his hip to give a little five fingered wave. ]

The park's lovely today. Are you here alone?

[ He's a pleasant, kind angel. No reason to think any different, right? That predatory look in his eye is just your imagination. ]

2. The Library - Jan 16th-18th - Open to All

[ Castiel likes the library, after all it's where the bees live, and he routinely slips in with rotting fruits or flowering plants to tempt the bees. Today he is here with a plant for the bees, looking cheerful as he slips between the rows of books, some of them stacked up in teetering towers.

He hums, contently. That's not odd at all. The plant that he is holding on the other hand is one of the insect eating pitcher plants from the collosseum/harmless. The plant is in a hanging basket style, and Cas lifts it up into the air, gently attaching it to a hanging hoop where he's hung plants before. There's an old pot with a green plant by his feet, the flowers all withered up and finished.

Sure enough, the bees are humming along curiously, getting a scent for the plant as they circle Cas. They're pretty mean bees, even now, and they don't make honey, but Castiel seems to avoid being harmed by them. He talks to them under his breath.

He might even be able to command them. ]

Hmm. I'm glad that you're happy.

3. The Clinic - Jan 16th-18th - Open to All

[ Castiel wasn't at the clinic to make trouble. He was just there to help people or so it would seem. His hands in his pocket, Cas is perched up on top of the siding by the sink, whistling an off-note tune as he watches the comings and goings of people.

He's there to help, of course. He's there to heal, after all what else is an angel good for? He wiggles his fingers in his pockets, idly - but perhaps there is a sinister sharpness to the attention of his blue eyes, the parting of his lips when the door opens, anticipating having something to dig his teeth into. Well no, not his teeth. But his blade? His fingers? Why not make someone's pain even worse?

He's all ready to slide down from his perch the moment it seems like he's needed, wordlessly eager to get involved. ]

4. For Bad!Dean

[ Cas knew where Dean's doppelganger would be heading. It was obvious, really. So the double had to intercept him, take him aside. This, what they were going to do to bring down their other selves? It had to be carefully planned, carefully executed. The ability to screw it up by accidentally stumbling into the couple together was huge, and it could screw them both up.

Cas wanted to get his claws into Dean. He wanted to tear Castiel's life apart in whatever way he could, starting with his love for this man. He wanted Dean to hate him, he wanted Cas to hurt him, irreparably, so that he would never be happy again. But if Double Dean went in there with guns blazing, he'd never get to have fun with the real Castiel either. The angel would see right through him, if the double had gone in and broken the original's neck right in front of him. Tearing Castiel down psychologically would take two to get the job done, both of them, working in tandem.

He reached out and seized Dean's arm, roughly, as he stepped up toward the door. ]

Hi, honey. We need to have a little chat.

[ With a grin, he wrenched Dean away, flew him to a safe distance, where they could talk alone. ]

5. For Good!Dean

[ All his. Dean was all his, now, and the fun could begin. Cas had given his angel blade to Dean's double, to keep it where it would be most useful. For now, though, he had no problem with replacing his doppelganger, secure in the knowledge that while Dean might be able to banish him at some point, he would never be able to escape, never be able to get the blade that would put him out of his misery.

He replaced himself, cheerful as anything, stepping neatly into the living room that Dean shared with his angel. He made himself at home, taking off his tie, and his coat, loosening the buttons of his too large shirt. He dropped onto the couch, stretched back along it, and let the fingertips of his right hand slip across the parted gap between buttons, tips of his fingers tickling lightly at his skin. ]

I think I made the bees very happy today [ he called. ]

[ There was something to be said for the idea, the mental image he'd constructed of what he was going to do to Dean. To Cas. It would be easy, a quick decimation of the angel himself, tarnished through the image of whatever the piece of shit Dean was, tearing him open and leaving nothing behind. Dean would be devastated, Cas would be gone, and there would be nothing more to it than that. It near made Dean drool with interest, like a cheesy ass villain waiting to take his piece of the pie. He wanted to see what he could destroy, see what he could pull apart between his hands, as long as it pulled apart Dean and Cas inch by inch and left him behind.

It would be easy, or so Dean believed.

Because the whole thing was interrupted two seconds into his attempt to storm the castle, an undeniable frustration that made Dean try and wrench away mid-flight. He hadn't even gotten to Dean's place yet and here he was being dragged away by the angel- the other angel, the one like him. Here to ruin the day. Including his day. It made Dean snarl with annoyance, finally wrenching away from Cas' touch before pushing in close, going near nose to nose with the demonic angel, just to prove he wasn't fucking around. That he wasn't entertained by this in the slightest and he had every intention of going back to follow through with his plans. ]

You gonna read me the riot act or do I get to go finish my job.

[ Castiel smirked as Dean pressed in close, lowering his hands down to his sides, letting the other man size himself up against him. He was taller, sure, but Castiel was powerful; it hummed under his skin, under every single inch, and he could have leveled half the city if he wanted to by now, if going off at half cock was even the plan. It wasn't. Destruction was one thing. Pulling the legs off ants took a little bit more finesse.

He flicked his eyes down, then back up, lips curling. ]

I know what your plan is. Go in, kill the pet, tie Dean up and take his place, then come back and tell him all about all the terrible things you're doing to his friends. Sounds like a fun plan, but--but but but.

I'm not planning on letting you have all the fun and not getting any myself.

[ His hand came up to the center of Dean's chest. There was an intense, dark intent there, just before he pushed all of his telekinesis into Dean's chest, throwing him back. ]

Edited 2017-01-16 21:45 (UTC)

[ Dean wasn't clueless to the power held within his touch, to the force he was weidling with his very presence. Dean didn't come close to it, he never truly had, and there was nothing he could do to change the way that Cas stared him down, the intentions ghosting through his expressions making Dean both want to salivate and shove back that much harder. He wanted to tear them both apart and Cas was already getting in the way, wanting to define this by his standards and leaving nothing else to take. ]

I think we could--

[ But there wasn't nearly enough time to make whatever statement he was about to, when Cas' hand pushed at the center of his chest and all the raging power that came behind it sent him flying. He went just far enough to hurt, missing a nearby tree and landing with a crash on his backside against the ground. It was enough to scuff the grass and pick up dirt, grinding rocks against his back as Dean forced himself back up to his palms and then his feet. ]

That's one way to strike a deal.

[ Dean didn't really understand it, either. Oh, he'd used Castiel, now and again, but the impact of his power had really dulled over the years, as if he simply took it for granted. Dean saw him as another brother, a member of the Scooby Gang; he had forgotten in many ways that Castiel was an angel. Even sleeping with him, it was easy to forget.

Now, with the other Dean knocked on his back, Castiel stepped forward, made bold, solid movements, closing the distance with him, sizing him up all over again. ]

I wanted to remind you that I could deconstruct you with no effort at all. I'm not a prisoner of my power, the way that He is. I will tear you to pieces with my bare hands, if I feel like it.

So if I keep you alive because you can do to Him what I never could...then I suggest you take the win.

[ Dean, still utterly clueless as to what was going on, was busy in the kitchen, poking through their sad supply of food when Cas entered. His nose was stuffed deep into the cabinets, the fridge, anywhere they'd stashed something, trying to find anything worth eating before he heaved a sigh, dejected. It was only then that he heard Cas speak up and he leaned sideways, catching sight of Cas all but splayed out lewdly, fingers playing against his chest as he lounged on the couch.

It made Dean falter just a touch, taking a step forward before holding back, his interest held at bay but definitely there. ]

You, what now?

[ Because how does one exactly make the bees very happy? ]

[ If he'd really been on the ball with seducing Dean, he'd have brought some pie, but alas, his foresight wasn't what it ought to be. Still, he could probably tease Dean way from his hunger, make him forget he was peckish at all, simply by applying the right kind of pressure.

Not too much though. He was playing a role, after all, and he didn't want to screw this up. He didn't want to come on too strong. His hand settled, the moment he sensed that it had caught Dean's attention, and he let his eyes drift across to him. ]

I took them a gift. Something to eat. [ Them. ]

[ Dean was still fairly oblivious to the fact that he was being seduced. Not because he didn't enjoy the process but because it didn't really come at odd times like this with Cas. Not that that wa a bad thing, he'd learned to enjoy it for what it was, but he just wasn't looking for it. Didn't think he'd see it in the cracks of Cas' face, in the hidden shadows behind his eyes.

Taking a few more steps forward, Dean hung against the wall connecting to the kitchen, arching a brow with interest. ]

It's gettin' personal, huh.

[ Though really, who wanted to be personal with a bunch of bees apart from Cas. Dean didn't much mind it either, but he still found the whole thing... strange, to say the least. ]

[ It was very hard not to leer back at that comment, because it was tempting, really very tempting. He licked his lips, and they parted naturally, in a dogged, attentive expression that was perfectly normal for Castiel. He tipped himself over very slightly, so that he could look more awkwardly up toward Dean.

He looked cheerful. Happy. Cas was going to ruin that. ]

I'm not sure what you mean.

[ Of course he knew, but Dean would expect ignorance. ]

They were hungry. Is there nothing to eat in the kitchen?

[ Dean just watched, faintly intrigued, pleasantly content by Cas' presence and wholly unbothered by his... usual behavior. Ish. He tipped slightly and Dean almost quirked a smile at him, though it was more amused than anything, as if Dean was just happy for the hell of it. An oddity, really, but something that was happening more as of late, despite the ever continuing burden of the Mark. ]

I mean they're gettin' attached. Frisky with you.

[ He shrugged a shoulder, pointing out that he was just teasing without quite saying so before he glanced back over towards the kitchen longingly, waiting for food to spontaneously appear. ]

Why, you hungry?

Would that make you jealous?

[ An innocent enough question. Touch and go as to whether it was quite in character, but Castiel thought he'd nailed it. ]

Me?

[ He was never hungry. That would have been odd, wouldn't it? If he was suddenly peckish? He drew his eyes down Dean's body, but the action was lost, because Dean was looking off toward the kitchen in earnest. He pulled his legs off the edge of the couch, fixing Dean with his stare. ]

No, but you are. Do you want me to fetch you something from the orchard?

[ Sharon knows when things are fishy—when something in her area just isn't right; call it intuition, call it learned perception or common fucking sense. She takes a cautionary step back, instinct guiding her, one hand lazily moving towards the dagger holstered on her thigh. ]

That's not a question anyone with good intentions should ask a person who might be alone. [ She's spoken to Castiel on a number of occasions, and while he's never come off... normal, he's never come off as predatory, either. Things are going south in Hadriel and she's not certain why yet. ]

Isn't it?

[ His eyes crinkle, just slightly, but he doesn't stir away from the bench. He pulls his shoulders slightly up toward his ears, shrugging, and lets his attention fall to the ground in front of him. ]

I shouldn't have thought so. Besides, have you ever known me not to have good intentions? [ Without looking up, Castiel folded his hands in his lap, hoping that his familiarity was useful. ]

I think recent events have most of us feeling somewhat skittish. I can feel your uncertainty from here.

You can't blame a girl for being cautious. [ He seems settled and, with his attention on the ground, she loosens somewhat, hand falling away from the dagger. The Castiel she remembers speaking to never seemed to have poor intentions, though the world has a habit of turning them upside down and inside out when the gods are feeling particularly needy.

Which is often a monthly thing. ]

You can't trust people here, even when you know them. It's a real fucking problem.

No. I don't blame you for your caution. I admire it.

[ He finally raises his eyes back toward her. Soft, soulful eyes, nevermind that there isn't a soul inside to shine through them. His lips pull up ever so slightly, in a sort of grim, sad-but-hopeful smile. ]

First our own demons, then the actual demons, then more demons, and now this. Doubles of ourselves.

[ He grimaced. ] You can rest assured. If there was another one of me, I would know it. Angels cannot hide their presence from each other, certainly not in a place as...cramped as this.

[ Admire it, huh? There's nothing like a compliment to help ease her towards him. She sighs. He's right. Things have been so insane that it's just... It's difficult to process and hard not to feel constantly on edge. It's just that at any moment, any single moment, their whole world can be changed and twisted and the things inside of them can be, too. ]

Lucky you, then. [ She swallows before she says it. It'd be nice if everyone could tell if they had a double and where it might be hiding. ] Can you tell if any of the other angels here have doubles?

[ Are there any other angels here even? ]

Any of the other angels?

[ He glances up, brows twisting ever so slightly. If there were other angels here, he hasn't met them, which means he isn't ticked onto their wavelength.

That's an irritating question to have been asked, it makes him suspicious. It makes him feel like he doesn't have all the cards, doesn't know what he's supposed to know. He resists baring his teeth. ]

Do you know of other angels here, or people who claim to be angels?

Lucifer used to be here. [ It's a bit pointless to point out as the other man has been gone for some time, plus she's fairly certain that Castiel had been aware of him before he'd gone. She gives him a shake of her head. ] Other than you, I haven't met anyone claiming to be an angel. Though, if I were an angel, I certainly wouldn't go around telling people.

[ So, maybe there are angels on the down low somewhere in Hadriel. ]

Yes, Lucifer. I still use his perch, now and again.

[ He cocks his head toward her. ]

There's really no need to worry. I think I would know--or I believe, at least, that if there were other angels here they would reveal themselves to the one angel who did not hide his presence.

[ Castiel shrugged slightly, and leaned back on the bench. He looked pensieve. ]

These emotions don't lead anywhere. And the gods... What benefit is there to "Confusion" being made stronger? Stronger for what purpose?

[ The question leaves a frown on her lips and a wrinkle between her brows; she thought everyone knew the purpose for these shitty events, but, then again, not everyone pays attention to every detail the gods say publicly on the network. ]

Whatever killed them is going to come back one day. Right now they're hiding, trying to get as much power as they can before it comes back to finish what it started. [ She pauses, stepping towards him, motioning at the bench, quietly asking if she can sit. ]

I think, ultimately, the goal of all the gods is the same: be powerful enough to survive.

[ There. That's a little better, isn't it? He nods and inches a little further along the bench. She's coming to sit beside him, which is almost funny after her initial caution. This face, this angel, he just makes people feel so at ease. It's amazing, really, that there's really a warrior in here. A creature who could rip reality apart if he chose to. He just doesn't, and it's really pathetic.

Like these gods, apparently. ]

I hadn't heard that.

[ But he shakes his head anyway. ]

I don't have much faith in them, if that is the case. They can't prevent people from burning down their temples, or even Create a swarm of bees. They're not exceptional in any way.

[ He makes room for her and she takes a seat, keeping some distance between them, more out of her own comfort than for his. His statement almost makes her smile, because for all that they seem completely unexceptional, the gods have them all under their thumbs. ]

And yet they have all the power over us.

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Event Log: Dead Ringers

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