towerofanimus | Always business, never pleasure.

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Always business, never pleasure.

Characters: Castiel and Vietnam; other characters are welcome to pop by I suppose?
Setting: Fourth Floor, lounge room.
Format: Action or prose... idk, Amy?
Summary: After a pretty interesting conversation over the network, the two of them are going to put their heads together to sort everything out.
Warnings: TBA

The communications buzzes into a static when Castiel flies off to the lounge room, appearing beside Vietnam in a blink with no regard of her personal space. As far as he's concerned, he's there for business, and business always has to be done promptly.

"Hello Vietnam."

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Vietnam didn't know why the communicator just stopped working, so she started to shake it a bit when suddenly someone appeared beside her. The nation jumped in shock, clutching at her heart before realising it was just the same man, angel, that she was just talking to seconds before.

"Castiel! You just..." She shook her head, it must be an angel skill. "Nevermind, you took me by surprise, but it's good to see you in person."

"And I, you."

Of course, Castiel did not find it strange when people jump upon his arrival. He was too focused at the task at hand, namely gathering and compiling information into something substantial.

Vietnam nods a proper greeting once she finally managed to get a hold of herself (honestly what did he just do? Did he fly here, or just appeared? No no, she'll think about this later) and started to dig around for her notebooks and pen.

"Alright, so, once you settle down, shall we get started?"

"We can get started now," he said, still standing where he was, making no move whatsoever to do anything aside from standing.

"Great, let's..."

Vietnam trailed off for a moment when she noticed he didn't even budge. Maybe she has just met someone who was more socially awkward than she was. Then again, he is an angel, and they probably did things a lot more differently.

"Let's sit down, it'll be easier to sort through everything." She seated herself down on the lounge and waits for him.

Vietnam had the socially-awkward part right, as the angel looked around before taking a seat across the nation.

"We should start with the Nations," he began, leaning forward slightly. He didn't realise his stance denoted one of interrogation; then again, he wasn't one for social cues, so it didn't struck him as odd.

Fortunately for Castiel, Vietnam's going to be "socially gentle" with him. It's not like any harm is done, he was actually very cooperative. Just awkward.

"Sounds good, let's see, we can write down who is here, and perhaps you ask questions, and I'll answer them and write them down. That way we won't leave anything out by accident. Unless there's an easier way?"

As long as no harm is done and no smiting needed, Castiel is alright with doing business as it is.

"I have encountered one named Canada, female," he continued, nodding. "And Estonia, female. There are also two male nations, that are my roommates."

Edited 2011-08-08 07:53 (UTC)

Looks like they're all on the same wavelength! Fortunately, Vietnam has met the female Estonia before, and a female Prussia. This made things a lot more easier for her coming to terms with multiple worlds (even though she didn't actually understand it in the beginning).

"Interestingly enough, Canada and Estonia are male where I come from. It looks like there are multiple dimensions as well." She still jots this down. "I haven't seen Estonia in a while either, she was my roommate."

Vietnam continues to write, "There was a Prussia, a female version, too. Also is a male in my world. Do you know the names of your roommates?"

Castiel shook his head. "I did not stay long enough to ask them their names," he answered, steepling his fingers together. "But, one is tall, broad and blond; the other is shorter, with longer brown hair. That is as much as I know about the two of them."

"Hmm..." She added the descriptions into the notes. There were quite a few matching his description, but she can't be sure until she's seen them.

"It does narrow it down to a small number of possibilities. Whether they're from my world depends. And there may be a few we have yet to see! So, what else?"

"Trolls," he said, rather matter-of-factly. "Gray-skinned creatures with flame-colored horns. One of them, Kanaya Maryam, claims to be the creator of the human world."

"Trolls?" She may have seen one, but she wasn't sure what he was at the time. This made sense--wait, did he just say creator of the human world?

"...How is that possible?!"

"I'm still uncertain of that, and thus I do not believe it is true. Yet, Kanaya Maryam seems absolutely certain that my Father was created by their hands, and thus, created the world and the humans."

Castiel was still clearly upset over the conversation he had with the female troll, informative as it was.

"...Hmm."

If that was true, that also meant there was a possibility that the nations themselves were made by this self proclaimed god. Still, she slowly wrote this down.

"Perhaps it is in their universe, not ours." Hopefully that may help make everyone feel better?

"Perhaps."

Castiel continued to think. "There are other humans here. Some with abilities."

"Humans with abilities." She writes that down, wondering what kind of abilities. Would they be anything like the games Japan made?

"What type of abilities did they have?"

"One of them, a blonde girl, claims to possess hoodoo, dark magic." Castiel shifted his shoulders, as if to settle his ruffled wings. "She has the same collar color as mine."

"Dark magic..." Alright, so that does sound like straight out of a game. In a way, she shouldn't be surprised anymore, heck she met an angel. "Would this be the opposite of the talents you have?"

His mention of their collar did remind her that this was something they should focus on too, "I wonder if there's a pattern with these collar colours. This is mine."

She pulled down the high collar of her ao dai to reveal her violet collar to him.

"Violet."

The angel touched his as well. "Beings like us, and the blond girl... the extent of our abilities might be the reason behind the color."

"Perhaps, so far all the other nations have seen have violet collars as well." Vietnam pulled her collar back up to cover it, before also jotting down their collar colours.

"Our abilities, the type of beings we are as well? Perhaps humans with no skills have another colour."

"Have you met with some other humans or beings with a different color?"

Vietnam nodded, however it was hard for her to remember what colours they were. The humans she met in her room were no longer around.

"Yes, I don't remember them, however, after our initial meeting when we all woke up, I've never seen them again. I don't know if they're still here, or...just never returned."

Castiel nodded, straightening up.

"I have heard rumors that the missing are integrated into the food." He didn't have to eat, so it wasn't of import to him. However, this is still information, and something is better than nothing.

Edited 2011-08-17 03:42 (UTC)

Vietnam paused a moment, speechless, a sickening feeling in her stomach as repeats his words in her head again.

There's a possibility they've been eating people--no, not just people, their comrades.

"That's...disturbing." She finally spoke. "I can't believe they would--..."

Breathe in, breathe out. She had to think about this more rationally. "I work in the kitchens, but I haven't seen anything out of order...yet. But perhaps I can look around to see if this is true."

"Yes. Keep track of the kitchens."

There seemed to be nothing else he could offer, so he simply glanced at Vietnam, waiting for her to speak up.

"Got it." She looked over the writing again, "So we have countries, trolls, humans with powers...ah, we should write something down about angels."

Having some information that he gave her before, she wrote those down, before looking back at him. "Are you the only one here?"

"As of now, yes. I am the only one of my kind here."

Castiel tilted his head, as if trying to hear something. "I cannot hear my brothers and sisters."

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