Gwen Cooper, Torchwood. Start talking or go over there and let me do my job.
This is a SuperWhoLock Rp.
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Gwen frowned when Lucifer said the unfamiliar word. It sounded very close to reports Torchwood had received about people being mutilated, but nothing had been ‘alien’ enough for them to get involved. She gulped, simultaneously thinking they should have gotten involved and knowing they would have little chance.
Cas stumbled back, pointing to another stall. Gwen got a glimpse of the man Cas mentioned, memorizing every feature she could. She looked at him with concern, wondering what kind of creature would be able to drain that much strength from an angel in mere seconds. She clung more tightly to Lucifer. “Can you fly?”
At first he looked to where Castiel had said the man was, thinking over going after him but deciding against it when reminded of the fact he had a passenger along. Besides there indeed were more then one, this had been a trap. But how did they know ? Never mind that, there were more pressing matters at hand. Turning around Lucifer moved standing next to where his sibling was.
“I do not think he can. Never the less, we need to go from here.” He stated in a collected voice. It was mostly for the seriousness of their current situation, a flock of Striga wasn’t something anyone would wish upon themselves. And it was always a flock these beasts, they were never alone. Glancing up at Gwen, “We need a safe, closed off location. Can you think of one ?” Perhaps her involvement with the Torchwood organization gave her insight into such places. They would most likely be followed but that was a risk that was unavoidable.
Castiel wavered for a moment, looking up at his companions. “No. It requires too much control. Flying is out of the question.” He grimaced, waiting for an answer from Gwen. He knew there was a good chance that the Shtriga currently draining his lifeforce would be able to follow, or worse be dragged along when he transported himself. This needed to be executed quickly before there were others that chose to follow them.
He took in a shaky breath as he felt the Shtriga latch onto his Grace again. This was going to be much harder than he’d expected. “Quickly.” He replied when Gwen had answered. He would be okay once he had a chance to get out of the path of this group of Shtriga, but now he was weakening quickly.
Gwen grit her teeth. They had to get away now. Torchwood had contacts everywhere, but Jack was the one who usually handled them. Too late, Gwen thought. “Yes, there’s another Hub on the Moroccan side of the Strait of Gibraltar. It’s pretty underground, but they’ll let us in.” Gwen wondered if it was still staffed. Not long after the Battle of Canary Wharf, most other Torchwoods around the world had gone under.
She saw Cas falter again. One of those things must be getting closer. “It’s about two miles southwest of the port!” she said, realizing there were people starting to stare. They couldn’t have that now, what with Cas being attacked by things Gwen couldn’t see or fight. “Let’s go!”
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His attention changed from their surroundings and shifted to the woman that fainted. Not out of concern for her well-being more a curiosity as to cause and effect. One would assume even with a limited knowledge of humans, loss of consciousness wasn’t normal behaviour for them. Nodding when Castiel announced she had no pulse, that meant two things either she was dead or a vessel emptied in a rush. But probably the first as they didn’t pick up on any beings so far. Even their would be attacks did a good job of hiding. Looking up at Gwen when Castiel disappeared between the aisles. Almost in a silent ‘That was a bad idea’ manner.
This proved to be true sooner then he’d liked when the shout was heard, stepping forward in the same direction of the aisles before freezing again. This was bad, very much so. And it showed promise to only get worse. “They’re here.” Lucifer said taking up the sprint again trying to reach Castiel in time. “Striga.” Of all the creatures that posed a threat this one was actually something to be thought about. They should have noticed them sooner. Taking no time to elaborate how he knew this, there was time for answers later; if there very well was a later.
Castiel grimaced trying to pull away from the source of what was pulling at his Grace. After a moment, he broke free of it’s hold, though he felt weakened. He looked up at Lucifer as he approached, taking a breath. He steadied himself against the table of one of the stalls. He’s about to say something when the feeling returns. He turns in the direction he can feel the pull coming from. “The man. Two stalls that way.” He grimaces again. “We need to leave here…”
He looks back at Lucifer and Gwen. “There are many… too many to count.” He stumbles in trying to move away from the center of the market. He moves farther away glancing behind him to be sure the others are near. He braces himself against a wall down. The shtriga had been quick to drain a lot of the energy needed to use a vessel.
Gwen frowned when Lucifer said the unfamiliar word. It sounded very close to reports Torchwood had received about people being mutilated, but nothing had been ‘alien’ enough for them to get involved. She gulped, simultaneously thinking they should have gotten involved and knowing they would have little chance.
Cas stumbled back, pointing to another stall. Gwen got a glimpse of the man Cas mentioned, memorizing every feature she could. She looked at him with concern, wondering what kind of creature would be able to drain that much strength from an angel in mere seconds. She clung more tightly to Lucifer. “Can you fly?”
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Looking around as Castiel explained how he found the place, it was indeed colorful. All the languages blending one into another in a hum of sorts. There was too much to see for one just to focus on a single action or thing. Yet, there it was again the unpleasant feeling of being watched. Something was here, waiting. As even the crowd lowered their voices, he stopped in place.
“I know.” He replied to the remark of things being out of place, “Something or more likely someone has found us. But” This usually wasn’t how the normal reaction went down, beings have found them before but didn’t show such a nerve as this. This felt more like the other, the bad end of a trap. “Where?” Lucifer asked scanning once more their surroundings.
Castiel looks around slowly. “I do not know yet.” He takes in a deep breath and notes an elderly beggar woman to his right. A woman standing between them and the beggar woman faints. Castiel is close enough to catch her as she falls forward. A crowd circles around them. He looks up at Lucifer. “She has no pulse.”
He stands upright looking around again. The old beggar woman was gone. He moved off in the direction of where the woman had been sitting. Turning down a small aisle way, he followed what seemed like the only logical way for a human to go, yet he found no one anywhere near. There was definitely something wrong here. He started back toward where he’d left Lucifer and Gwen hoping at least they were still nearby. There was a sharp pull at his grace.
Gwen heard something strange in Lucifer’s voice, as if he were getting annoyed or uncomfortable. She didn’t feel anyone watching them, but if they were guarding angelic weapons a human wouldn’t be high on their radar. Gwen took a careful look at everyone around them once again, but she saw no lingering gazes on them, nor did she get any feeling that anyone was out of place. Either she was losing her touch or whoever or whatever was detecting them was above her.
Suddenly a woman went down near them, and Cas knelt next to her. Gwen kept an eye on the older woman who left very quickly, and she watched Cas go after her. As long as she focused completely on Cas, she wouldn’t lose him in the crowd. He didn’t find her, which was strange in itself, but when he turned back to them he got an even stranger look on his face, as if he was being pulled from inside. “Cas!”
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Nodding at Castiel’s explanation. It only made sense they would blend in as tourists even if that thought seemed silly to him. Glancing around, he decided it would be best to conceal the wings once more and did so letting them fold before disappearing out of sight. Morocco then, it seemed very lively at the moment.
At Gwen’s question he looked back at the market place, as wide and filled near or to capacity as it was Lucifer still could see quite far into it. There were a lot of things going on in it at the same time sales, transactions, shouts. Yet one thing stood out. “Yes, I see him” Or rather his grace was leaving a trail in the masses like a tail of a passing comet. At the other question he smiled. “We should indeed.” With that he took off in a sprint after the other angel. Dashing between the incoming crowd.
Castiel had avoided several other collisions. “The country’s Arab and African roots seem to make colorful an imperative. I was drawn here when the apocalypse failed to happen. Because of the vitality of the place,” he says as the others catch up to him. He tilts his head to one side looking for a specific stall, listening for the sounds of the familiar voice. He would know to avoid that area.
He turned to the archangel, somewhat surprised to find that the woman was still on his back. “Something is not right, Lucifer.” The volume of the crowd overall had not changed, but those around them had grown quieter. That was not what usually happened even on days that Castiel had been particularly powerful. He got an uneasy feeling looking around.
Gwen laughed when Lucifer took off, almost instantly catching up to Cas. “This is amazing!” The colors all blurred together as he ran, and Gwen loved the feel of the wind hitting her face. They caught up to Cas and he explained how he’d found the market place, when suddenly he tilted his head and expressed concern.
Gwen looked around, scanning quickly for suspicious behavior. Her voice was low as she said, “I don’t see anything out here.” It was strange how comfortable she was on Lucifer’s back, but he hadn’t expressed any discomfort and she would never be able to keep up with them on her own feet. “What exactly isn’t right, Castiel?”
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The destination of Marrakech’s markets wasn’t one he was familiar with but that didn’t register as a concern. He had the general idea in which way to fly and could always follow after Castiel if that was a problem. Yet, as imagined that didn’t happened seeing how it was more amusing to cut through clouds then it was to fly in a line. Even with the passenger in tow flight was flight and that he knew. At one point slight turbulence did occur but it was mostly due to the change of wind currents as they passed locations. Naturally it didn’t pose a problem.
Reaching Marrakech, Lucifer descended sharply after his younger sibling making a landing not far off. Even before they landed new sounds could be heard. And now looking over this place it’s colors stood out. It looked so lively in comparison to their previous location. And that crowd moving like the tide, one could swiftly get lost in it. “What is this place ? Obviously a market place of sorts, but it is different.”
Castiel watched as the other two landed and took in the surroundings of the city of Marrakech. When he’d first gotten the opportunity to roam Earth as he pleased the place had attracted him for a few reasons. It was not hard to find the things needed for spells and rituals here, but very few angels used it. It was outside of the realm of places considered ‘holy’. The color and vibrance of the place had been one of the things that had reminded Castiel of why he’d set out to help the Winchesters save the world from destruction in the first place.
“It is a souk, yes, a market place. This is Marrakech, Morocco. There’s such a blend of three cultures here I figured that we could blend in rather well here. Tourists at the very least. I’ve been here often.” He explained. “But never so often as to be recognized by the vendors.” He steps forward into the maze of stalls filled with wares and barely avoids a collision with a man carrying a number of fine brightly-colored rugs.
Gwen was still looking around at the vendors and their wares. She saw rugs, spices, food, almost everything. Out of the corner of her eye she saw one man walking around with a monkey on his shoulder. When Cas said they were in Morocco, Gwen smiled at him. “I never thought Morocco was this colorful!”
She saw Cas start to move forward, blending in with the crowd fairly well for wearing a trench coat. Soon he was lost to her eyes. “Can you still see him, Lucifer?” she asked, squinting her eyes. The colors of the market were too distracting, but Gwen had a feeling an angel could see much farther than she could. “Should we follow him?”
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Gwen couldn’t hide the grin the spread over her face when Lucifer sat down, giving her permission to latch onto his back. They’d both given her looks when she said she didn’t have wings. I’ll have to work on my subtle humor, she thought.
Gingerly and with a few hesitations, Gwen circled her arms around Lucifer’s neck, clamping her hands together tightly. She was extremely careful to not pinch any feathers or lay against them the wrong way. If they were flying and she moved the wrong way, Lucifer could easily drop her, and if she’d hurt his wings she would want him to. Once she was sure she wasn’t going to pull anything out and could hang on tightly enough, Gwen looked to Castiel. “Where to first?”
“Yes, I will.” He commented while Gwen got on to the bench. Waiting for her to settle, before unfolding his wings once more. Stretching them, to make sure they still could move accordingly along with the current passenger.
With that Lucifer stood up, with a few timed wing movements they both were in the air. Hovering a few feet above the ground, shadows of moving wings being cast on the concrete street.
Waiting for Castiel to answer as per where they should go, before looking up. “Hold on.” That very limited warning said, he suddenly flew upwards fastly reaching higher altitudes, just above the rooftops. Before slowing down waiting for the other celestial to join them.
Over all the weather seemed fair, and not a single lightning cloud in sight. The sun was already up, feeling a bit warmer then down on the streets.
Castiel watched as Gwen climbed gingerly onto the archangel’s back. He was somewhat surprised at Lucifer’s willingness to transport the human wherever they would go. In a couple of moments, he has joined Lucifer in hovering. “The markets of Marrakech. In Morocco. There will be too many people even if we are followed.” He watched as Lucifer shot upward and sighed. The poor woman had no idea what she was in for. Castiel was more than aware that Lucifer enjoyed his flight and almost overindulged in it.
It did not take him long to catch up with his older brother and they flew south a good ways until they were over head the souk at Marrakech. Carefully, he landed just outside the medina, folding his wings carefully and elegantly. He wondered briefly if it had been a mistake to bring Lucifer to such a place, but felt that hopefully, he would contain himself somewhat.
Gwen started to frown when Lucifer said to hold on, but he shot up before she could finish. She whooped in surprise and joy and fear all at once. They were so high, the people down on the ground looked like ants. Lucifer was flying hard and fast, and she tried to stay as still as she could to let him flap his wings as he pleased. She watched as the land below flashed by, quickly enough that she couldn’t quite keep up. Gwen loved it.
They kept flying, and Gwen watched as the clouds rushed by. There was some turbulence, and Gwen wasn’t sure if it was actually the air currents or Lucifer, but she didn’t care. This feeling was completely amazing. They landed near a market and Gwen’s eyes were virtually popping out of their sockets as she tried to take it all in. The colors, the people, the language, the smells…it was so much! “This is mad! But brilliant!” she said, her smile wide.
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Yeah?
I have nothing to do.
Oh I hate being bored! When I’m bored I usually always have a plan but most others don’t seem to like them.
No, because you’re plans usually involve shooting people with lightning and being insane…
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OOC: Be back Sunday ^_^
Lucifer and Cas if you want to keep going you can say Gwen was looking at the sights and stuff :)
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