Sliding into the roleplay forums

(lol I don't think so)

(wow the panic monster just gave me a nice visit by throwing me through a brick wall isn't that wonderful i'm crying now lol)

(nooo don't cry augh I wanna come help but I'm stuck in driver's ed)

(no it's fine I'd probably just be a mess anyway lol)

(well I shall help you clean up said mess as best I can)

(okay I will literally leave math if I must)

(it's fine I can pull myself together)

(let me just calm down sorry for bothering you guys)

(it's not a bother, it's alright)

(yeah. no bothering at all.)

(do you want to continue?)

(sure if you want, all my other rps died lol)

(same lmao)

(u wanna revive this?)

(i think you know the answer to that)

(<.<) Argo grabbed the feather, setting it on the radio's dash. The eye-like stains had spread up to the ceiling, giving the entire area a sort of space-like shimmer

(idk what where and when so i'mma spectate unless yalls wanna drag me in here lol)

(wait where are we)

(back in the radio room, where Argo is about to track Lucifer)

(Hi! Bye!)

(a wild jezuka appeared)

(WAIT THAT WAS JEZUKA WHAT)

(yep)

(AAAAHHHHHHHHH)

(yeah, she has another account though I think.)
Yvette stepped forward. "What are you doing?" She asked.

"Tracking Lucifer through the waves of energy he puts off. Infected creatures tend to give off a specific frequency, which will make my job easier," Argo said. He pulled a simple, blank-looking key out of his pocket, and he held the feather in one hand. The radio spluttered to life violently, the eye-like markings watching them as the radio started to spit garbled morse code with bits of random speech here and there

"How long will it take?"

"Depends," Argo said. The key floated out of his hand and twisted, melting itself into something that looked vaguely like an angler fish. It swallowed the feather, floating lazy circles in the air before it started to change again. The static became louder, the voices more jumbled together. "I suggest you cover your ears," Argo called

Yvette tensed, putting her hands over her ears. It didn't really do much, so she just braced herself and tried to endure the loud noise.

The static built up to a shriek, and there was a bright flash before the noise abruptly stopped. Argo was gone, and so was the markings that previously covered the room. There was an intricately carved key sitting on the radio, with a starry liquid dripping from the eye-shaped opening towards the top. Cas hopped up, picking the key up and inspecting it. "Caligo, huh?"