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(Novel's nightmare battle with Colton)
[Fri Feb 14 2025]
In The StripTease: Back Room
Hidden behind an unassuming curtain, the building transforms into a sultry opium den with a quiet, intoxicating atmosphere. The air is thick with a sense of mystery, and the room feels like a world forgotten by time. The lighting is dim and ambient, giving the space a dreamlike quality, where shadows dance softly on the walls. Rich fabrics and tapestries drape from the ceiling and walls, creating a cocoon-like feeling for patrons lounging in deep, plush cushions spread across the floor. Low tables hold ornate hookahs, their curling smoke filling the air with sweet, exotic scents.
This space is intimate, designed for quiet conversations and slow, relaxed movements. Soft, faded lanterns hang from the ceiling, casting a warm, diffused glow that bathes the room in muted, earthy tones. The seating is low and scattered, with oversized floor cushions and low-backed chaise lounges, perfect for reclining in comfort. The tables, carved from dark wood with intricate designs, sit low to the ground, encouraging a relaxed, almost communal vibe as guests settle in around them.
The overall atmosphere is lush and indulgent, but subdued, with muted tones creating an atmosphere of quiet elegance. The walls are adorned with faded, intricate tapestries and hanging beads, adding texture and a sense of opulence without overpowering the space. Candles flicker softly on the tables, their gentle light adding to the room's warmth and intimacy. The scent of incense hangs in the air, contributing to the overall sense of relaxation, as patrons drift into quiet conversations or simply lose themselves in the haze of smoke and muted light.
Unlike the energetic, pulsing bar next door, this opium den is a place of stillness and calm, where time seems to slow down. Patrons come to relax, to let go of the outside world and sink into the lush, quiet comfort of the room. The hushed conversations and the gentle bubbling of the hookahs create a peaceful, almost meditative soundscape, making the space feel like a hidden sanctuary from the bustling world outside.
It is about 50F(10C) degrees.
Novel plonks an arrow at Castiel, remarking, "I -really- should have fucking nightmare warded the place, I guess. Kind of annoying," As he fires off a shot at the man while retreating away from him.
"Quite the force." Castiel half-whispers, which spills through in a muffled voice from the metal scrap drawn over his face. There is a slight tilt of his head that's too late where an arrow grazes beneath his eye, some sluggish act that immediately spreads blackened tendrils beneath his skin - and Castiel's eyes are drawn to Novel immediately -- before he takes one step. As if that exhaustion doesn't weigh down on his sholders, there is a faint sigh that heralds his disappearance, and then appearing in front of Novel - with a blade drawn and sliced towards him.
Stepping in through the thickened nightmare at only the last moment, Colton propels himself feather-light through the air to land behind Castiel as the angel turns its blade upon Novel, not wasting the opportunity to take advantage against the greatest threat. "Sorry I'm late," he grunts, swinging his axe up and behind at the winged man's ribcage - only to be parried, despite his trickiness. "Couldn't bring all my fancy toys." Twisting his head over his shoulders, he barks at Joelle, "Who are you with?"
The only threat. As Colton strikes and is parried in turn, Castiel's weapon goes flying - a wasted strike that would've surely capitalized on Novel - but alas, with it embedded into the void below, Castiel only waves a hand and a force strikes Novel in turn - elevates him off the ground, and a curl of fingers into a fist keeps the man within range.
Recognition glints in Colton's eyes as Joelle heedlessly goes about her day. "God damn, Novel," he grunts, then arcs his weapon back down at Castiel in an overhead swing that can't quite outspeed the batting-away of Castiel's hands. "You move fuckin' quick. Let me clip these wings and I'll get to you in a second." He glances warily over the angel's shoulder to Novel. He knows how much Novel could hamper him, here, and how he might turn a tricky fight into a doomed one.
Novel immediately brings up his own blade to parry the weight Castiel's weapon, wincing as he strains and sweats to simply bring it into position - and then there's the sharp, CLANG as he does his best to just keep his defenses up and not immediately die, viciously twisting and pushing back with his arms. "No worries. Appreciate the fucking - help." He agrees. "She's not really here. She's just some dumb bimbo," He says dismissively of Joelle, as he's tossed up and slammed down into the ground with a huffing groan, forcing it out from his chest - and a low laugh as he pries himself up. "Hey, she's the one who came onto me, for once. You know how nice that is?" As he leaps up from lying down, trying to hack into Castiel and create problems, and finding himself rebuffed in and sparking clash of blade-on-blade.
The blade embedded into the ground flies back into Castiel's grasp - just in time to swivel and deflect Colton's strike, but he doesn't turn to capitalize, uses the force with which he was staggered with to level his weapon back on Novel - where his weapon is caught aflame mid-trajectory. A flash of an act that descends quietly upon Novel.
Grimacing as he sees Castiel's curved blade burst alight, Colton breathes in sharply and throws his free hand out to splay against the small of the angel's back. As soon as contact is made, the two stop in place, stuck in a mental tug-of-war as the flaming blade gutters with flame. None of /that/, thank you.
Novel capitalizes on Castiel's immobility, his own blade swinging wide and slamming into the upraised weapon of Castiel as he sort of flails ineffectually, trying to get past the Angel's strength with raw force and not making much headway, admittedly.
Exhaling heavily as Castiel snaps free of his psychic trap, Colton takes a few hurried steps backwards, lashing his axe out in a halted, defensive manoeuvre without so much force behind it, just to get himself a little breathing room.
Novel takes a moment to recover his breath a few times, rolling his shoulders - and then goes at Castiel's side again, the glacial angel's sword only reduced to normal human levels instead of literal bullet speeds, his attack rebounding off of it with a krsssht noise of steel-on-steel.
The daze lasts for merely a blink, but perhaps that's enough. Castiel's eyes are less hazy when they flit to Colton - narrow-eyes and peering, but he doesn't say anything, nor does he do anything when he turns his attention back upon Novel, just in time to lift his blade, twist it from the hilt and wave away the incoming strike before the motion carries into first a downward turn of his blade, then an upward slash that's been tamed and humbled to far less than what he can possibly dish - while tendril's of Novel's poison still descend from the edge of his face, down to his neck.
Colton forces out a series of short, sharp breaths, as if hyperventilating - but to keen nose and keen eyes, the burst of adrenaline and swelling of muscle cannot be denied, and he swings his axe with enormous force - the kind of blow better dodged than simply withstood, the kind that you could only get away with in the Nightmare. "Sturdy motherfucker," he growls. "Go the fuck down already."
Joelle says "Ughhh, Novel, if you wanted to stop you could just say that instead of... um... not being my pillow anymore or whatever!!"
Novel immediately behaves like the rat and thug he truly is, prodding at Castiel's side with his blade and then cheerfully ducking behind Colton to avoid Castiel's inevitable counterattack instead of being stabbed again. "Yeah, this is probably gonna take awhile."
Joelle pouts, flopped on her pile of pillows, kicking her feet. "Stupid phone blocking, stupid mister man, stupid... stupids!"
The blood that trails off of where Castiel is hit trails along his arm - but Castiel still throws another hit towards Novel. It only goes for Colton, however.
"You're a dickhead, Novel," Colton grunts, losing a solid chip out of the haft of his axe's handle as he raises it to divert a blow from Castiel's sword. Still, he doesn't let it stop him from his fighting - as focused as he is now on getting the kill, leaving his back open to Novel doesn't set off so many warning bells. Or maybe it does, and he just ignores them... But the end result is the same.
Joelle flops over, onto her back, throwing her phone, which thuds ineffectually. "I want my fun life, not men mysteriously disappearing!!!" she whines more, tantruming just a bit.
However opportunistic Novel might be, it seems like it doesn't go so far as actual, literal backstabbing. He laughs lowly at Colton in response, ducking under his arm and around his side again as Castiel is distracted - and ripping into the angel with the slide of his blade as he slips over, clearly not interested in tacking another one of those heavy hits.
Joelle growls in her high-pitched, girlish voice, "I'm gonna bite you when I find you, Novel!!!"
While Colton is held, and Castiel's weapon can't find any purchase towards Novel - the act alone seems to annoy and vex Castiel. Instead of pushing onward, Castiel glares at the both of them - and simply, quietly, starts to walk backwards and away.
"No shame in falling to two men," Colton growls, as if it might be simple pride keeping Castiel up on his feet, and he just needs a little convincing that it's okay to lie down. That doesn't mean he's wholly the diplomat; a whistling arc of his axe comes near to taking the angel's damn head off, but speed like his is a hard thing to counter.
Novel seems to be getting his breath back, hemming Castiel in with hacks of his blades and nicking the angel in the process, keeping them now hemmed in. He might not be the strongest, but he can be a pain in the ass.
Battered by bloodied wounds as he may be, Castiel's upper-body is shoved around, but it doesn't make Castiel attack again, either. Colton's words are left with a blank reply while Castiel retreats a few more steps.
The next swing of Colton's axe chops roughly against Castiel's stomach as the werewolf advances, leaving Novel bereft of his lupine cover. Of course, the angel's armour shies the axehead away from shearing into actual flesh and blood, but it doesn't look like there's any intent on relenting, here.
Novel seems perfectly happy to advance in the cover of Colton, following up with a CLASH against Castiel's armor, grunting, "Fucking hell, why are you so fucking tough."
Joelle holds her phone up, over her face, as she reclines, then drops it on her face, making a squeak before she picks it back up, swiping idly.
While an axe slides across the abdomen of Castiel's armor, Castiel only turns upon Novel again at his approach. There is no effort spent to deflect the strikes - but there is a lessened one, a weathered and worn swing of Castiel's weapon towards Novel again, pushing on the last scrap of energy he evidently has to twist his blade towards Novel's own.
"I hope you two get some fuckin' flowers for your girlfriends after dipping out this long," Colton scoffs, dropping low and swinging his axe into the side of Castiel's knee, even as that severed chip of wood flies through the air and nails him in the side of the head. "Happy Valentine's, babes."
"Hey, -I- got her her own-ass shop, a job, and a place to stay, I'm full up on valentine's day gifts. YOU all interrupted me while I was minding my own fucking business," Novel grouses back at Colton and Castiel as he continues to needle the hellish angel.
Castiel fades out of the nightmare.
Castiels Nightmare Battle With Colton 250215
(Novel's nightmare battle with Colton)
[Fri Feb 14 2025]
In The StripTease: Back Room
Hidden behind an unassuming curtain, the building transforms into a sultry opium den with a quiet, intoxicating atmosphere. The air is thick with a sense of mystery, and the room feels like a world forgotten by time. The lighting is dim and ambient, giving the space a dreamlike quality, where shadows dance softly on the walls. Rich fabrics and tapestries drape from the ceiling and walls, creating a cocoon-like feeling for patrons lounging in deep, plush cushions spread across the floor. Low tables hold ornate hookahs, their curling smoke filling the air with sweet, exotic scents.
This space is intimate, designed for quiet conversations and slow, relaxed movements. Soft, faded lanterns hang from the ceiling, casting a warm, diffused glow that bathes the room in muted, earthy tones. The seating is low and scattered, with oversized floor cushions and low-backed chaise lounges, perfect for reclining in comfort. The tables, carved from dark wood with intricate designs, sit low to the ground, encouraging a relaxed, almost communal vibe as guests settle in around them.
The overall atmosphere is lush and indulgent, but subdued, with muted tones creating an atmosphere of quiet elegance. The walls are adorned with faded, intricate tapestries and hanging beads, adding texture and a sense of opulence without overpowering the space. Candles flicker softly on the tables, their gentle light adding to the room's warmth and intimacy. The scent of incense hangs in the air, contributing to the overall sense of relaxation, as patrons drift into quiet conversations or simply lose themselves in the haze of smoke and muted light.
Unlike the energetic, pulsing bar next door, this opium den is a place of stillness and calm, where time seems to slow down. Patrons come to relax, to let go of the outside world and sink into the lush, quiet comfort of the room. The hushed conversations and the gentle bubbling of the hookahs create a peaceful, almost meditative soundscape, making the space feel like a hidden sanctuary from the bustling world outside.
It is about 50F(10C) degrees.
Novel plonks an arrow at Castiel, remarking, "I -really- should have fucking nightmare warded the place, I guess. Kind of annoying," As he fires off a shot at the man while retreating away from him.
"Quite the force." Castiel half-whispers, which spills through in a muffled voice from the metal scrap drawn over his face. There is a slight tilt of his head that's too late where an arrow grazes beneath his eye, some sluggish act that immediately spreads blackened tendrils beneath his skin - and Castiel's eyes are drawn to Novel immediately -- before he takes one step. As if that exhaustion doesn't weigh down on his sholders, there is a faint sigh that heralds his disappearance, and then appearing in front of Novel - with a blade drawn and sliced towards him.
Stepping in through the thickened nightmare at only the last moment, Colton propels himself feather-light through the air to land behind Castiel as the angel turns its blade upon Novel, not wasting the opportunity to take advantage against the greatest threat. "Sorry I'm late," he grunts, swinging his axe up and behind at the winged man's ribcage - only to be parried, despite his trickiness. "Couldn't bring all my fancy toys." Twisting his head over his shoulders, he barks at Joelle, "Who are you with?"
The only threat. As Colton strikes and is parried in turn, Castiel's weapon goes flying - a wasted strike that would've surely capitalized on Novel - but alas, with it embedded into the void below, Castiel only waves a hand and a force strikes Novel in turn - elevates him off the ground, and a curl of fingers into a fist keeps the man within range.
Recognition glints in Colton's eyes as Joelle heedlessly goes about her day. "God damn, Novel," he grunts, then arcs his weapon back down at Castiel in an overhead swing that can't quite outspeed the batting-away of Castiel's hands. "You move fuckin' quick. Let me clip these wings and I'll get to you in a second." He glances warily over the angel's shoulder to Novel. He knows how much Novel could hamper him, here, and how he might turn a tricky fight into a doomed one.
Novel immediately brings up his own blade to parry the weight Castiel's weapon, wincing as he strains and sweats to simply bring it into position - and then there's the sharp, CLANG as he does his best to just keep his defenses up and not immediately die, viciously twisting and pushing back with his arms. "No worries. Appreciate the fucking - help." He agrees. "She's not really here. She's just some dumb bimbo," He says dismissively of Joelle, as he's tossed up and slammed down into the ground with a huffing groan, forcing it out from his chest - and a low laugh as he pries himself up. "Hey, she's the one who came onto me, for once. You know how nice that is?" As he leaps up from lying down, trying to hack into Castiel and create problems, and finding himself rebuffed in and sparking clash of blade-on-blade.
The blade embedded into the ground flies back into Castiel's grasp - just in time to swivel and deflect Colton's strike, but he doesn't turn to capitalize, uses the force with which he was staggered with to level his weapon back on Novel - where his weapon is caught aflame mid-trajectory. A flash of an act that descends quietly upon Novel.
Grimacing as he sees Castiel's curved blade burst alight, Colton breathes in sharply and throws his free hand out to splay against the small of the angel's back. As soon as contact is made, the two stop in place, stuck in a mental tug-of-war as the flaming blade gutters with flame. None of /that/, thank you.
Novel capitalizes on Castiel's immobility, his own blade swinging wide and slamming into the upraised weapon of Castiel as he sort of flails ineffectually, trying to get past the Angel's strength with raw force and not making much headway, admittedly.
Exhaling heavily as Castiel snaps free of his psychic trap, Colton takes a few hurried steps backwards, lashing his axe out in a halted, defensive manoeuvre without so much force behind it, just to get himself a little breathing room.
Novel takes a moment to recover his breath a few times, rolling his shoulders - and then goes at Castiel's side again, the glacial angel's sword only reduced to normal human levels instead of literal bullet speeds, his attack rebounding off of it with a krsssht noise of steel-on-steel.
The daze lasts for merely a blink, but perhaps that's enough. Castiel's eyes are less hazy when they flit to Colton - narrow-eyes and peering, but he doesn't say anything, nor does he do anything when he turns his attention back upon Novel, just in time to lift his blade, twist it from the hilt and wave away the incoming strike before the motion carries into first a downward turn of his blade, then an upward slash that's been tamed and humbled to far less than what he can possibly dish - while tendril's of Novel's poison still descend from the edge of his face, down to his neck.
Colton forces out a series of short, sharp breaths, as if hyperventilating - but to keen nose and keen eyes, the burst of adrenaline and swelling of muscle cannot be denied, and he swings his axe with enormous force - the kind of blow better dodged than simply withstood, the kind that you could only get away with in the Nightmare. "Sturdy motherfucker," he growls. "Go the fuck down already."
Joelle says "Ughhh, Novel, if you wanted to stop you could just say that instead of... um... not being my pillow anymore or whatever!!"
Novel immediately behaves like the rat and thug he truly is, prodding at Castiel's side with his blade and then cheerfully ducking behind Colton to avoid Castiel's inevitable counterattack instead of being stabbed again. "Yeah, this is probably gonna take awhile."
Joelle pouts, flopped on her pile of pillows, kicking her feet. "Stupid phone blocking, stupid mister man, stupid... stupids!"
The blood that trails off of where Castiel is hit trails along his arm - but Castiel still throws another hit towards Novel. It only goes for Colton, however.
"You're a dickhead, Novel," Colton grunts, losing a solid chip out of the haft of his axe's handle as he raises it to divert a blow from Castiel's sword. Still, he doesn't let it stop him from his fighting - as focused as he is now on getting the kill, leaving his back open to Novel doesn't set off so many warning bells. Or maybe it does, and he just ignores them... But the end result is the same.
Joelle flops over, onto her back, throwing her phone, which thuds ineffectually. "I want my fun life, not men mysteriously disappearing!!!" she whines more, tantruming just a bit.
However opportunistic Novel might be, it seems like it doesn't go so far as actual, literal backstabbing. He laughs lowly at Colton in response, ducking under his arm and around his side again as Castiel is distracted - and ripping into the angel with the slide of his blade as he slips over, clearly not interested in tacking another one of those heavy hits.
Joelle growls in her high-pitched, girlish voice, "I'm gonna bite you when I find you, Novel!!!"
While Colton is held, and Castiel's weapon can't find any purchase towards Novel - the act alone seems to annoy and vex Castiel. Instead of pushing onward, Castiel glares at the both of them - and simply, quietly, starts to walk backwards and away.
"No shame in falling to two men," Colton growls, as if it might be simple pride keeping Castiel up on his feet, and he just needs a little convincing that it's okay to lie down. That doesn't mean he's wholly the diplomat; a whistling arc of his axe comes near to taking the angel's damn head off, but speed like his is a hard thing to counter.
Novel seems to be getting his breath back, hemming Castiel in with hacks of his blades and nicking the angel in the process, keeping them now hemmed in. He might not be the strongest, but he can be a pain in the ass.
Battered by bloodied wounds as he may be, Castiel's upper-body is shoved around, but it doesn't make Castiel attack again, either. Colton's words are left with a blank reply while Castiel retreats a few more steps.
The next swing of Colton's axe chops roughly against Castiel's stomach as the werewolf advances, leaving Novel bereft of his lupine cover. Of course, the angel's armour shies the axehead away from shearing into actual flesh and blood, but it doesn't look like there's any intent on relenting, here.
Novel seems perfectly happy to advance in the cover of Colton, following up with a CLASH against Castiel's armor, grunting, "Fucking hell, why are you so fucking tough."
Joelle holds her phone up, over her face, as she reclines, then drops it on her face, making a squeak before she picks it back up, swiping idly.
While an axe slides across the abdomen of Castiel's armor, Castiel only turns upon Novel again at his approach. There is no effort spent to deflect the strikes - but there is a lessened one, a weathered and worn swing of Castiel's weapon towards Novel again, pushing on the last scrap of energy he evidently has to twist his blade towards Novel's own.
"I hope you two get some fuckin' flowers for your girlfriends after dipping out this long," Colton scoffs, dropping low and swinging his axe into the side of Castiel's knee, even as that severed chip of wood flies through the air and nails him in the side of the head. "Happy Valentine's, babes."
"Hey, -I- got her her own-ass shop, a job, and a place to stay, I'm full up on valentine's day gifts. YOU all interrupted me while I was minding my own fucking business," Novel grouses back at Colton and Castiel as he continues to needle the hellish angel.
Castiel fades out of the nightmare.