| [ Buttons are randomly pressed, partly in curiosity — because surely, this ridiculous starfish shaped thing isn't a phone? — but mostly in agitation. The video function is activated, offering Vatheon a shaky view of worn leather and denim, followed by a softly uttered string of cuss words when he notices the flashing red 'recording' light. He swings the camera so it's facing him and as a result, anyone browsing through the network will be met with an image of an unamused, sodden hunter. ]
Oh c'mon. What the hell is this? Freakin' let's all live under the sea?
And yeah, I read the damn brochure, listened to the spiel and quite frankly, I'm not buying what you're sellin'. So whatever lesson you're trying to teach, you can damn well be sure I ain't interested. Save us both some hassle by sending me home already. I already ganked Zach's ass, don't make me gank yours, too.
[ Dean just scowls. He's not too hot on the 'where the fuck am I?' thing, you see. Been there, done that and all. He's convinced he's been sent here by some asshole angel, especially considering the fact that this wouldn't be the first time they've made such a dick move. And being under the sea and all, it's not as though they were willing to offer up a couple of mermaids to sweeten the deal. They'd just gone and dumped his ass in another freakshow without so much as a warning. Just peachy. ]
... Whatever.
[ However, given his initial reaction, Dean's far from worried about this. Inconvenienced, sure. Pissed, definitely. But worried? Nah. He just shrugs, having long accepted the number one rule of being an angel was to be a great big douche. No matter. Game's not over. He's just going to holler for his personal taxi ride outta this joint. Brace yourself, Vatheon. ]
HEY CAS! YOU OUT THERE?
Could you uh, zap me out? Or something?
[ Dean attempts to wait patiently but after a few minutes he gives up. If Castiel had heard him, he would have appeared pretty much instantly. Maybe this place was blocking his mojo or something? Wouldn't be the first time. Guess for the time being, Dean was on his own. ]
... Oh crap. |
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