meme | #002 -- absolute obedience ( do you do you want to )

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the ABSOLUTE OBEDIENCE MEME 1. Post with your character. 2. That character is compelled to follow the orders of anyone who replies. 3. Any orders. 4. Any orders. Meme Strategy: There's nothing in the rules about whether or not your character knows s/he must obey - as well, the other character might not know that s/he must be obeyed. Play it however you like. Don't like the orders you got? Not willing to have your character follow them, even if you've had a good time up to this point? Talk to the other player, use OOC notes or PMs, try and work it out. Got some stuff you'd never want to play out? Consider making a preferences post and linking to it when you reply here. Wanna give orders that people would love to follow? Give em context. Make it a story. Is this about revenge? Working out some personal issues? Too dumb to realize that the other guy has to do whatever your guy says?

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that is an amazing icon.

[trenchcoatedly]

Being that obtrusive would make getting things done quite difficult.

[He displays one hand, fisted, palm up. when he opens the hand, pure light is streaming from it. he closes the fist again and puts his hand in his coat pocket.]

Though I could show that to you if that was what you wanted to see.

Why thank you!

[the_new_sexy]

[Okay, consider him mildly interested]

Is that it?

Florescence, then? An artificially imbedded LED? You'll have to do better than that.

[trenchcoatedly]

How powerful would an artificial light have to be to be this bright? Your technology can't compare to my Father's gifts.

[he does it again, only with both hands this time.]

Not without a substantial power source, at least.

[the_new_sexy]

[he squints and holds a hand up to block the light so he can try to see]

Hidden under your trenchcoat, or through the floor.

[trenchcoatedly]

[he discards the trenchcoat and tosses it at Sherlock's feet. Then, one second he's standing in front of the man ---

--and the next blink he's behind him.]

You're a man who only believes what he can see or otherwise understand through his senses. It's admirable.

[the_new_sexy]

[congratulations, you have officially frightened the world's only consulting detective]

Drugs, then! You've altered my perception intakes!

[trenchcoatedly]

Your eyes aren't deceiving you. I'm an angel. I possess a number of gifts from the Holy Father.

[the_new_sexy]

[and this produces an incredulous laugh]

And one of them is, what? Narcotics?

[trenchcoatedly]

Flight, strength, fire, my grace...

[he studies Sherlock for a few moments.]

How could I make you believe? The usual attempts don't seem to be working - you won't be swayed by shadows on the wall.

[the_new_sexy]

Give me something that can't be explained. Because what you're speaking of is the impossible.

If you remove the impossible, whatever remains however improbable must be true.

[trenchcoatedly]

[Castiel thinks about this at length. There's the sound of fluttering wings and Castiel is standing there with a pile of dirt holding a very dead tulip. He steps closer, allowing Sherlock to inspect the dead tulip, even touch it. Then he closes his eyes - and there's a strong, intense warmth before the tulip grows bright and alive.]

I could smite you, but that would be very unpleasant.

[the_new_sexy]

[And Sherlock does reach out, taking the tulip. That's odd. Very odd.]

Still other explanations for this.

[trenchcoatedly]

[he allows Sherlock a few moments to investigate the rose before he touches it again. the tulip wilts instantly.]</small I am not above smiting nonbelievers.

[the_new_sexy]

It won't make me believe you.

[trenchcoatedly]

Nothing I can do will make you believe. You are bound by your five senses, and by your body, and even if I were to reach inside you and touch your very soul you could create a rationalization. I could smite you where you stand and you would simply proclaim irrational weather patterns. I could your own father back the dead and you would have an excuse. I could fly us across the universe and you would simply explain it a hallucination.

[He sighs heavily and looks at Sherlock before turning away, his shoulders slumping in defeat.]

You would not love your Father even if you believed. You would believe only because you were forced too. That is not how the Lord desires his faithful children. Be doomed to limbo if you so desire.

[the_new_sexy]

Or, as I prefer to call it, London.

[trenchcoatedly]

It wasn't a joke.

[He doesn't look like it was a joke either.]

[the_new_sexy]

Oh, I'm sure for you, it wasn't. If I thought I had an eternal soul--and I have been reliably informed on more than one occasion that I do not--I would be extremely grateful for your persistence.

[trenchcoatedly]

[He fixes Sherlock with an odd sort of gaze.]

You certainly do. I'm staring at it right now. It's a good soul. Hardy.

[the_new_sexy]

Clearly you haven't spent enough time in my presence to understand otherwise.

[trenchcoatedly]

All humans have souls, unless they've sold them. And I doubt you believe in demons enough to bargain with one.

I could touch it, but that's extremely unpleasant for the human in question and I assume you'd wonder how interesting it was that you had such severe pains while my hand was in your chest.