14 [Video]

[ofthursday]

[The feed crackles on in the Darkness, the usual growls and other eerie noises of night at Siren's Port conspicuously absent in the area. It takes a moment for Castiel's image to become clear on the screen, almost melding out of the dark, expression smoothly neutral except for the faint hint of a smirk that looks completely out of place on his usually serious face.

His eyes are dark in the dim lighting, endless and like staring into an abyss, and even across the electronic feed the sense of wrongness is readily apparent.]

So I find myself here once more.

[His voice is soft, calm, almost uncaring, as if showing up in the Port again is a curiosity and nothing more. Then he smiles.]

It seems a good place to begin.

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[Voice]

[moveslikestrider]

Your work. That's pretty vague, you know details are your friend. No need to shun them.

[Voice]

[ofthursday]

It will all become clear soon enough.

[A pause, so he can smile to himself.]

God works in mysterious ways.

[Voice]

[moveslikestrider]

I'm on the edge of my seat. [His tone is flat, deadpan but he's watching this post.] You got a little more expressive compared to before.

[Voice]

[ofthursday]

I have no reason to hide.

[His control over his emotions, his expressions, his reactions, they're all ingrained in him over thousands and thousands of years, and the penalties for not doing so stuck with him even at the Port, where he's out of their reach. But he has no reason to fear, here; he can and will do whatever he likes.]

[Voice]

[moveslikestrider]

Why did you hide it before? [To hide is a weird term to use when it came to expressions. He'd heard it before but out of his own mouth.]

[Voice]

[ofthursday]

That's of no consequence, nor is it of import.

[Right now, he has work to do, after all.]

[Voice]

[moveslikestrider]

If you say so. [Like everything else, it will come clear in time.]