![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
audio.
Something happened.
[there's a moment's pause. It's taking a lot to make this post. More than he thinks he's capable of. But after all that happened with dean--]
During the recent…invasion.
[okay. Right. He needs to just get it out and deal with the fallout afterwards. His voice sounds more certain when he continues. As though he's simply reciting a few facts as opposed to potentially gaining a ship full of enemies.]
Those who have been here for some time are likely aware of the existence of a creature from my world called a Hellhound. They are invisible beasts capable or tearing souls from the bodies of the living in order take them to Hell.
A number of them arrived during the recent invasion. But without passage to Hell available to them, they deposited those souls in a place they considered safe. Here, that meant the room assigned to me.
[and that's…where it gets difficult again.]
Souls are one of the strongest sources of power in existence, and my Grace had been depleting for some time. I didn't…think. I—
[okay. Let's try this again.]
There are those here who people may have noticed have been behaving differently since the invasion. They may not be sleeping as much, or they may be capable of pushing their bodies further than they should. They may be less empathetic than they once were.
There is a possibility that they are a victim of this. If that is the case, their souls are with me.
I need to return them.
[another pause, and a final--]
…I'm sorry.
[there's a moment's pause. It's taking a lot to make this post. More than he thinks he's capable of. But after all that happened with dean--]
During the recent…invasion.
[okay. Right. He needs to just get it out and deal with the fallout afterwards. His voice sounds more certain when he continues. As though he's simply reciting a few facts as opposed to potentially gaining a ship full of enemies.]
Those who have been here for some time are likely aware of the existence of a creature from my world called a Hellhound. They are invisible beasts capable or tearing souls from the bodies of the living in order take them to Hell.
A number of them arrived during the recent invasion. But without passage to Hell available to them, they deposited those souls in a place they considered safe. Here, that meant the room assigned to me.
[and that's…where it gets difficult again.]
Souls are one of the strongest sources of power in existence, and my Grace had been depleting for some time. I didn't…think. I—
[okay. Let's try this again.]
There are those here who people may have noticed have been behaving differently since the invasion. They may not be sleeping as much, or they may be capable of pushing their bodies further than they should. They may be less empathetic than they once were.
There is a possibility that they are a victim of this. If that is the case, their souls are with me.
I need to return them.
[another pause, and a final--]
…I'm sorry.
no subject
no subject
no subject
[in simplest terms.]
They need to be restrained in some way.
no subject
[No, he's not blaming you, Cas. Murphy's just exasperated at the fact that he's going to have to hunt down some of his soulless friends who might not want his help.]
[not here]
[also not here]
[GROWNUPS WITH THEIR SOULS, EVEN.]
no subject
no subject
So, uh, thanks. For bringin' it up at all, all things considered. You said somethin' of yours was... depleting?
no subject
[not now that he knows where the boost came from]
no subject
[He pauses.]
I guess I'll... contact you soon. I get the feelin' that some people I know have already made themselves harder to find now.
no subject