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[rebelled]

[Forward-dated to about an hour before the jump.

When he talks, Castiel sounds both a little desperate, and far too excited. Just...in his own somewhat reserved way.]

Dean, I need you here, now. Meet me in your room straight away.

[Technically, that'd be the end of the message. But the feed isn't cut. Instead, he dumps the device on the table, a few bumps being made as he lays out the items he's gathered. A moment later and there's a muttered-]

I need something bigger to work with.

[...enjoy all that.]

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[wont]

[ Witchcraft. It is the sort of possibility Alayne would not have entertained; witchcraft meant magic and magic was simply a story, wasn't it? Her answer comes hesitantly. ]

I— I am in my chambers. I had made assumption you were in the kitchens.

voice;

[rebelled]

I am. But I need your room number.

[Oh, hey. Even he knows that isn't exactly right.]

I don't have time to waste, so it would be quicker if I were to bring you here now.

voice;

[wont]

[ Such impropriety. Alayne is not highborn and so cannot take near as much offense to the suggestion as perhaps Sansa would have. But still, the wariness is clear in her voice. ]

You— would be better served were I simply to come to you, stranger. The kitchens to our chambers are not endless. If you were to reveal to me which house you now, you'd have no need to fetch me.

voice;

[rebelled]

[And so the clattering starts back up again. He meant it when he said he didn't have time to waste.]

I could have brought you here instantly. [Grumble grumble.]

voice;

[wont]

[ Alayne makes a sound through her nose — a soft, flustered huff. ]

And so you leave me to guess?

voice;

[rebelled]

I'm in the kitchens.

[Clatter. Bang. Crash. Well, this isn't going quite to plan.]