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asoldierofgod-deactivated201503

Banging?

Bang: (noun) 1 a sudden loud, sharp noise

The angel cocked his head to listen, and was met with silence.

{Silence but for the endless fizzling sound of static electricity that was the constant whirr of Heaven and the prayers of a billion souls.}

“I do not hear any loud, sudden noises.”

deanwantsapplepie

He could've damn well reckoned with that.

A chuckle broke his lips apart and the hunter shook his head.

"What's up, Cas? Don't tell me the sky-- ah, damn, how're you doin'?"

#asoldierofgod #{your reply made me smile}#;short

thisisfatherspeaking

"I’m no longer God." He repeated, shoulder lifting in a slight shrug. "I’m human."

deanwantsapplepie

"That's like me no longer bein' a Winchester."

#thisisfatherspeaking #{omg hi}#;short

wrathblade-a

… … …—Hello.

deanwantsapplepie

"Dude, don't-- just don't pop outta nowhere again, okay? Knock the door or something."

#solidarius #{cas pls do it the people way}#;short

"............what?"

#open rp #spn rp #{everything okay dean?}#{anyone can reply}

ulciscixamicum

Harry tapped the thick glass as one of the eels swam past, giving a smirk at the blue pulse of light his tap had caused.

❝ They’re producing energy. We managed to modify their DNA so we can extract their electric impulses and convert them into pure energy. The cleanest way possible. These blue light impulses are just a nice side effect. ❞ Blue light impulses and extraordinary aggressive behaviour, but the agent didn’t have to know about that.

❝ Now if you’d follow me to our medical section, it’s just around the corner. Oscorp isn’t just healing people. We’re aiming to make the world itself a better place. ❞ He quite enjoyed the expression he had left on the other, feeling a lot cheerier now that his visitor lost his cool face.

deanwantsapplepie

Did that guy just crack him? Dean carefully tried to flatten his expression that must have faltered when he was watching the impressive collection of creepy monster eels.

"So those guys could light the city, huh?" A quiet chuckle. He followed him, but not after tapping the glass himself and making a face when one of the eels seemed really eager to bite through the glass. Gross.

"Healin' the world." He repeated without much of any intonation and continued to follow the million dollar boy around. He wasn't really getting an overview of much of anything, though, so he walked slower than his companion, turning his head at one or the other sample of science.

When they continued to saunter around, Creepy McCreeperton seemed a lot more cheerfull. Ball of sunshine.

#ulciscixamicum

asoldierofgod-deactivated201503

They tried to take everything out of his head. To unpack every memory, and wipe his mind clean, but no amount of scouring could remove every trace of the Winchesters, so while he’s more than a little vague on recent events, he at least knows who this human is.

“Dean.”

deanwantsapplepie

Okay, so, Cas seemed off. But then again he always did so Dean just sheepishly smiled back.

"What's bangin'?"

#asoldierofgod #{I thinkk I should go read your about omg}#;short

ulciscixamicum

❝ Hmmnn… ❞ Harry replied drily, rather than ‘That - is none of your business’ as they stopped in front of a large tank. He should have known that the lizard incident still wasn’t off the table.

❝ I assume you’re referring to Doctor Curtis Connors— ❞ he clicked his tongue and watched the strangely blue glowing eel-like critters snaking through slick black liquid inside the tank. ❝ —Connors was weak. Lunatic. And my father wasn’t able to notice, since his own pathetic weakness devoured him from the inside and turned him blind. Or he just didn’t bother about these things that went on inside his own company. But I assure you things are different now. ❞

He turned to face the agent with a wicked grin, his features tainted in glimmering blue reflections.

❝ I’m stronger than my father. And there won’t be any further scaly incidents under my leadership. All of these experiments; including these mutated electric eel; are led on by some of the worlds brightest under my supervision. ❞

deanwantsapplepie

Okay, so that guy turned from being a brat to being right down creepy. Still, Dean managed to maintain his cool even as he was presented with that expression. "Sounds great."

But the hunter didn't trust the peace that was offered to him. He had a nose for fishy things, and this was still pretty damn fishy.

"So what do these mutated electric eel do, exactly?" Except, maybe, terrorize New York but he kept that bit to himself, missing Sam as the second man at his side who would keep him on the right track in case one or the other remark that wasn't supposed to slip past his lips escaped him. "I thought what your company did was healing people."

A sideglance was offered to the Osborn heir, who didn't look all that healthy himself.

#ulciscixamicum

thebradburyc-archive

“That’s a lie and we both know it.”

deanwantsapplepie

"Might be. But you know, I just had to scroll down your browser history to find some of the good stuff. Best stuff."

#thebradburyc #;short

thebradburyc-archive

“Did you use my laptop for porn again?”

deanwantsapplepie

"Nahh."

#thebradburyc #{hi!}

ulciscixamicum

❝ Thought you’d have a small hint of an idea if you’re already coming all the way to investigate. ❞ he hummed as they strolled over the floor and towards the elevator, his hand carefully hidden within his jackets pocket. It was worse enough that Billy wanted to stick his nose in his business. He couldn’t use any questions about his personal life too.

❝ But since you appear to be entirely clueless; we’re recently developing nanobots in coorperation with the Godfrey Institute. Next to our transmutation research program of course. ❞ He tried to sound as professional as possible without dropping too much important information or going into depths.

deanwantsapplepie

"Transmutation." He repeated, his voice a low boom in his chest.

"I'm gonna be honest with you--" He wasn't really, but he had started playing the good cop, and he'd continue doing just that. "--your company is kind of known for causing the scaly kinda trouble, so why continue that transmutation business?"

He stopped his steps until he stood next to the Osborn heir. "What's that-- for example?"

#ulciscixamicum

mcrigold-deactivated20160125

‘The mysterious black car yet the back is FILLED with weapons galore. You’re truly prepared for the damned war, aren’t you?’

deanwantsapplepie

"That's how you could put it, yeah. Doesn't 'mysterious' go well with weapons galore?"

#heynumbnuts #{this answer is really boring and I'm sorry}#;short

siinnerman

❝ Look I understand that you’re worried about me Dean , but there is nothing wrong with me Alright And my answer to your question would r e m a i n the same,even for the hundredth time you ask. ❞

deanwantsapplepie

"So lying 's what we do now, yeah?"

"So let's just pretend you're peachy. Why don't we throw a party?"

#siinnerman #{your theme is really pretty by the way ;_;!!}

ulciscixamicum

Harry could feel the spasm of his hand growing more intense the longer this conversation lasted. He was too worn out to keep that fight up. It was probably easier to just give in and grant Mr. Cheap Suit a tour through his labs to get this over with.

❝ Fine. Here’s the deal…You get an insight of my labs, under the condition that I’m coming with you. I won’t allow some nosy agents running around without supervision. ❞

deanwantsapplepie

Dean's eyes flickered towards the CEO's hand and caught a twitch there - something was fishy about the kid. He hummed in approval at the deal he was proposing, though he figured he wouldn't get to see the gigantic lizards he was out to get.

"Agreed, Mr. O." He added and gestured towards the door, wanting to get this journey over with.

"So.... what exactly is it that you do down there?"

#ulciscixamicum

asoldierofgod started following you

"Cas."

#asoldierofgod #{hi! thanks for following back!}

ulciscixamicum

❝ Of course you do, Billy. ❞, his tone leaked of disrespect.

❝ Just like the CIA and NYPD and those…Strategic Hazard Espionage Logistics Directorate agents that come to check on my companies well being every once in a while. Without my permission of course. You guys come in here and think you can stick your nose into my business, just because you shove your shiny badge into my face. ❞ He took a moment to let that sink in, a grin spreading on his lips. ❝ That means no. I won’t give you permission to have a look at my labs, Billy. ❞

deanwantsapplepie

Well wasn't he a ray of sunshine?

He'd already figured that getting past the CEO slash prada model slash known drug user wouldn't be easy, so Bobby was ready and waiting on the end of the line to help clear things up. "This is the state's business, Mr. Osborn, 'n that's where my permission comes from, not you." He boomed, tugging the fake ID back where it belonged.

"And just between you 'n me, you really want me looking around here rather than those other guys. I'm nice. I'm like the good cop of the show, y'know." If everything else failed, he and Sam would have to try break in at night and he really didn't feel like sneaking past security guards.

#ulciscixamicum

"Oh you know, flirting, drinking, eating pie." She chuckled a bit looking him over with brow eyes. "I actually kind of missed you, its been boring without you."