002; video - february 14, 2010 - early evening

[rebellious]

[ The feed seems to be, quite unfortunately, firmly fixated on what looks to be a rather worn and dog-eared lapel and maybe a bit of a chin. He still hasn't quite mastered the fine art of proper SC use. ]

Should anyone come across two siblings among the new arrivals, I ask that you inform me immediately. One of these brothers possesses height greater than most; the other, a unique orneriness.

I thank you for your time.

[ Wait... oh, that's right. Ahem. ]

Might I also add: should any unpartnered Meisters have need of a firearm-based Weapon, do not hesitate to contact me. I would join in this effort however I can.

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video;

[cursedwithagift]

But they're not right. You might as well have them on your head for all the good they're doing. It's just not natural.

video;

[rebellious]

It is natural to forego wearing them as well. My having a poorly arranged lapel will not affect my personal performance in the long run, nor will the absence of shoes.

video;

[cursedwithagift]

Yes. Yes, it definitely will. That's some of the worst things you could ever do if you wanted to get ahead in life.

video;

[rebellious]

[ this is the first he's ever been faced with such a bizarre man. ]

I fail to see how.

[ now he's just sorta... taking hold of the edges of his coat as if to shrug it off. ]

video;

[cursedwithagift]

It's not in line with how everything is supposed to be. You keep it crooked and it's going to be a constant distraction.

[watching him warily. you make this any worse and he is definitely going to come over there and personally straighten it]

video;

[rebellious]

Only to yourself, so I am beginning to find.

[ maybe it's curiosity, or maybe it's some strange and inexplicable flare of defiance, but it leaves Castiel fixing the SC with a steady and sombre stare




as he flips up the collar of his coat in quiet mimicry of one (1) Dean Winchester. ]

video;

[cursedwithagift]

That's still not straight!

[Monk closes his eyes briefly, as if he has to turn away from the sigh of an animal being skinned alive or something. he lets out a deep breath and then opens them again, staring steadfastly at that collar.

you've got one more chance to fix this and then he is coming for you, bro.]

It's not just me, I promise. It's everyone with a drop of common sense or respect for the order of the world.

video;

[rebellious]

I once fought to maintain the order of your mortal world.

Symmetrical lapels were not prominent in this order.

[ Okay, so he feels more than a little ridiculous with his collar popped it is, but it'd be something of a waste to undo what's already done.

With all that attention on his lapels and his collar, it's pretty easy to forget his tie, rumpled and notably backwards where it isn't simply sitting askew.

Castiel is a paragon of neatness what are you talking about. ]

video;

[cursedwithagift]

Then I'm glad that I don't live in your world. It sounds horrible.

[and he means that sincerely.

sob sob that's it he can't take it anymore]

Where are you?

video;

[rebellious]

[ strange, strange little man. but before he can formulate a proper retort, there comes that other question.

gosh. have a raised brow. ]

... Creeping Crypt. Fifteenth floor.

[ wait. ]

Why?

video;

[cursedwithagift]

I'm coming to fix you since you can't seem to do it yourself.

[there's a slight blurring of motion as Monk stands up and makes his way for the door. HE IS A MAN ON A MISSION NOTHING CAN STOP HIM NOW]

video;

[rebellious]

You will do no such thing.

[ Alarm? Castiel is never alarmed. But right now, he's as close to it as he's ever going to get under similar circumstances and oh, that may be some blurring of the image there as Cas makes to stand up. ]

It is simply my attire.

video;

[cursedwithagift]

[the video's kind of skewed itself because Monk doesn't care about looking into it as he walks, so have a nice shot of some stairs as he begins walking up them. guess who lives in the same building? 8D]

And it's crooked and dirty. If you're not capable of doing something about it then someone else has to.

video;

[rebellious]

[ oh sweet lord. ]

I may add emphasis to the term "my attire". [ Well, it's not actually his considering everything he is/has belongs to Jimmy but that's not the point here.

Point is that he's heading to the door now and gracious the man looks like he's moving at a good clip. ]

video;

[cursedwithagift]

You lost any rights to it the minute you refused to straighten the collar.

[you bet he is. there are moments when tunnel vision are useful, and this is one of them. plus he only had five floors to climb in the first place. he'll be on the fifteenth in short order at this pace.]

video;

[rebellious]

It is on my person; thus it is still mine.

[ he was still so accustomed to absconding at will that a manual bail-out is proving to be fairly tricky. for the first time in memory, Castiel is fumbling with the doorknob.

it wouldn't be very good form to kick the door down for something like this. ]

You are approaching this far too zealously.

video; -> action now i guess

[cursedwithagift]

You chose to inflict yourself on the network, so now you have to deal with the consequences.

[Monk emerges from the stairwell, spies Castiel having difficulties with the doorknob, and breaks into a sprint having sensed the weakness of his prey.

JUDGEMENT IS AT HAND YOU CROOKED BASTARD]

action; adsfdgf

[rebellious]

[ HOLY SWEET LORD that man is moving fast

right at him.

NEVER MIND THE DOORKNOB he's now just turning on his heel to attempt a quick and not-so-neat retreat in the opposite direction, though his take-off may well have come a little too late. ]

action; HERE COMES THE THUNDER CASTIEL

[cursedwithagift]

[DENIED

Monk is a raw force of nature, barreling down the hallway with the righteous fury of a thousand obsessive-compulsive deities. he is a man transformed into a tool of justice. he will not be kept from his mission of restoring order and balance to the world.

he will also be leaping at Castiel if the poor guy doesn't get away fast enough.]

action; MERCY

[rebellious]

[ Before BREW, this wouldn't be a thing. Before BREW, Castiel could have simply left, removed himself from the situation and called it a day.

This is after BREW's delicate touch, and as so, Castiel must suffer the full brunt of the entire situation. When the man hits (and he hits more solidly and more hard than Castiel would have thought possible), he goes down like a towering column of Jenga blocks struck down by a mighty obsessive-compulsive fist.

One could say their meeting left him absolutely breathless. ]

action; NEVER

[cursedwithagift]

[Monk would have been more satisfied with his imitation of a linebacker during the Superbowl if it didn't mean that he was going to have to dust himself off later.

as it is, there's work to be done now. with Castiel down and unable to hightail it for a tropical country with lax policies about extradition he set about STRAIGHTENING THAT FUCKING COLLAR.

the tie is also undone and taken completely because eurgh it's dirty and none at all is better than that. he tugs a little to make sure the ends of the coat line up, dusts off the shoulders a bit...and sits back satisfied.

congratulation, Castiel. you are now on the floor in perfectly straightened attire. feel the pulse of nature's order running through you.]

There.

action; his face forever

[rebellious]

[ his tie has been confiscated. there are the beginnings of a hefty and expansive bruise on his shoulder where it first struck the floor in its imitation of a felled tree. there is a man of undoubted madness above him with his tie in his neat and orderly fist.

he feels the pulse of nature's order pulsing through his being like a forming bruise on his shoulder oh wait. ]

Was that really necessary.

[ just a little wheezy, don't mind him. it'll pass. ]

action; welcome to death city, please enjoy your stay :)

[cursedwithagift]

Of course. I never do anything that's not necessary.

[which. probably says a lot about Monk's priorities, but his care levels about that are in the negatives.

the tie is carefully folded and put into his pocket for proper disposal later. in the meantime Monk produces a hand wipe from his other pockets and begins wiping down his hands. this all seems very routine for him.]

action; he wants a new bellhop

[rebellious]

Is thievery also on your list of necessities?

[ Castiel isn't one for possessions; most of what he owns isn't even his to begin with. perhaps it's the latent sense of Jimmy in him or some strange and inexplicable attachment to something that had been on his person for so long, but seeing the tie vanish from sight stirs something in the pits of his soul.

something akin to irritation.

he makes a swipe at Monk's pocket. ]

action; all the others quit

[cursedwithagift]

It's not theft. I'm just getting rid of some trash.

[Monk sidles away from the swipe, raising an eyebrow at Castiel. what the fuck did he want that for? it was like holding onto a half-melted lollipop that had been stuck to a car seat for days.]