#kemuele

[shieldofgod]

@kemuele​, @healedserpent​ continued from (x)

“A difficult discipline, cancer.  I can’t say I know much about it, beyond a layman’s knowledge, but I know it takes a great deal of study to attain your position.”  Still, the man was indulging him and Castiel took advantage of it for the moment, tilting his head to the side. “What made you decide to become a doctor?  And a specialist in oncology?”

He figured that if Julian got tired of answering, he would likely make it clear enough.

[onedropoutwithsixbucks]

Too Quiet - closed starter for kemuele

They’d been up in Washington near the border, investigating local reports of a Sasquatch. Dean had got endless entertainment from suggesting all the ways Sam could just lure the thing out, if it really existed. There was just something about watching his normally calm, collected brother fume like a volcano that Dean couldn’t help but find funny.

While the trip itself had turned out to be a bust - some overly gullible tourists had taken a tourist guide’s joke about a local giant bear a little too seriously and caused minor hysteria - the two brothers had at least had an interesting trip out of their usual range. Dean at least was in no particular rush to get away from the area.

He was slightly surprised when his phone went off while they were crashed out at a motel, but answered anyway. “Hey, Bobby.”

“You boys okay?”

“Yeah, man, I already said this case was a bust. The only freakin’ Sasquatch in the area was the one riding shotgun with me.”

“Dude, will you quit it with the freakin’ stupid jokes?” Sam snapped from where he was reading through some articles on his laptop. “They got old before we even got into the state.”

Dean smirked at him and turned his attention back to Bobby. “Anyway, what’s up?”

“Been lookin’ at the area, seein’ if there’s any more jobs for ya, an’ I happened on somethin’ a little odd.” Bobby laid it all out; the town in question hadn’t seen a single crime report or even any real disturbance since its founding, and even the native histories said the area was unusually tranquil. The oddest thing was that there weren’t even any unexplained disappearances reported in the area, and Bobby had failed to find anything even remotely linked to the possibility.

“So... probably not another people-eating pagan god?” Dean summarised, which got Sam’s attention.

“Yeah, probably not. Still, there’s gotta be somethin’ funny goin’ on. Nowhere’s  that naturally nice.”

The next morning saw the pair rolling into the tiny little town. The scenery was beautiful, admittedly, and everyone they saw seemed happy enough, but nothing specific set their sixth senses off. Well, all they could do was start to explore.

@kemuele

[archangelofvega]

@kemuele

Michael was warned about these-- ‘hunters’.

There was such a wild array of life in this Creation that he had to wonder what prompted it.  Compared to his own timeline, this one was-- chaotic.  Madness, in a way; as if the God of this universe had just thrown random pieces of His imagination into an industrial sized blender, hit the button and walked away without bothering to deal with the results.

There were vampires and demons -- actual demons, not the fevered imaginings of humans -- and a mentioned assortment of others.  Angels here were strange, to say the least, and seemed to follow a different set of rules.  Archangels were locked in cages in Hell -- actual Hell, not the ramblings of humans using it as a threat to control other humans -- and other archangels were dead.

All of it seemed like chaos and madness, even compared to his own timeline.

That didn’t stop Michael from pursuing whatever lead he could in order to find a way back home.  To his own time and place.  So, unaware he was following another angel’s footsteps to likely the same devastating result, Michael went looking for God.

Not his Father, but perhaps one who would be able to send him back to where he belonged.

His search in this direction ended up fruitless, however; he was on the trail of what he thought were lesser angels on a rampage, only to find himself surrounded by demons.  One tried to possess him only to disappear again in screeching black smoke, while several others surrounded him, jeering and armed.

Luckily for Michael, Empyrean steel proved to be lethal to these abominations and his wings still shielded him from bullets.

Unluckily for Michael, the hunters who came after painted something in blood on the wall, and in a flare of light, it felt like someone had hit him with a wrecking ball.

He landed-- somewhere.  He didn’t know where.  Somewhere far from where he had been. His body dug a furrow into the ground with the force of the throw, but only after rocks and trees slowed his momentum, so by the time he tumbled to a stop, he was filthy and battered and bleeding and punch-drunk in some forest clearing, laying in a heap of tattered clothes and black feathers.

[harahello]

 ✉ @kemuele​ asked;;  “I still care about you.”

     “I know.” perhaps not the best reply, but it was certainly on brand for the know-it-all angel. “And I know others do not.” and some never would again. “An unfortunate outcome of a broken family.” he felt no shame in saying it. Harahel had often toed the line of insubordination and blasphemy solely because of his inability to not speak the truth about any given situation.

But perhaps the angelic host had never not been a broken dynamic.

“I can only hope those of us that hold such anger towards one another may know peace one day.” physically he looked to Kemuel , but it was clear his gaze was somewhere much further away. Dully, he returned to the present and offered a soft smile. “Would you care to walk with me? I haven’t spoken with another in some time. Let alone another who walks the earth as I do.”

There was a pause, a head tilt. “Unless you are busy. I don’t wish to take up time not meant for me.” 

                            ☁  MEME ||  ☁  ACCEPTING

[kemuele]

A B O U T || R U L E S || M U N || V E R S E S

𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐬. 𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐫 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐯𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬.

[withfireinourbellies]

closed starter for @kemuele​

Myths and fairytales belonged to the story-books, but Meg was ancient enough to know that some myths and fairytales began as rumours, and those rumours sometimes began as legit stories. She wasn’t really sure what she was hoping at this moment because if what she thought might be real actually was real, well then she was about to get herself in a lot of trouble. Not that she wasn’t already in trouble.

Seattle was big enough to get lost in, but the demon knew where to go and soon enough she could spot a cabin ahead of her. There was nothing to let her know if some ancient creature was inside it, no spike in energy or anything noticeable keeping her away. But this was only to check out if the rumours were true, right? No harm in taking a peak and getting the hell out of there if a giant bird with a golden halo opened the doors. 

She snuck a little closer, still keeping herself close to the trees for coverage as she tried to get a view inside one of the windows. It wasn’t safe to say how close she could get; would the security be a lil more relaxed after a couple of centuries on their own? Or had her presence already been noticed...?

[sxcrificx]

"I am confused brother, why would you want my help?"

@kemuele

[dominiodei]

@kemuele​

“i admit, i didn’t expect to find an angel out here.” perhaps it’s a bit too forward to out the other’s very being in his first impression, but the deity had never quite cared much for formalities beyond what his children showed to him. “what brings you out here on your own, if you don’t mind the question?”