Always business, never pleasure.

[thursdaywings.livejournal.com]

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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[thursdaywings.livejournal.com]

"Perhaps."

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

[dawnlotus.livejournal.com]

"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?"

[thursdaywings.livejournal.com]

"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."

[dawnlotus.livejournal.com]

"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.

[thursdaywings.livejournal.com]

"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."

[dawnlotus.livejournal.com]

"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."

[thursdaywings.livejournal.com]

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

[dawnlotus.livejournal.com]

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."

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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.

[dawnlotus.livejournal.com]

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."

[thursdaywings.livejournal.com]

"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.

[dawnlotus.livejournal.com]

"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?"

[thursdaywings.livejournal.com]

"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."