Angel with a shotgun- wait, he doesn't have one

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Characters: Castiel and all of you.
Setting: See under the cut.
Format: Prose or brackactions, I'm okay with anything!~
Summary: Castiel explores the new floors, being socially awkward as usual.
Warnings: TBA.


Floor Thirteen: Cathedral

The house of his Father, or at least, that's what it seems to be. Castiel takes a quick look around, taking note of the murmurs he hears. It doesn't seem like angel communication, since he can't make out what the murmurs are, but they are soft enough to make him feel like he's connected to his brethren again. Taking a seat in one of the pews, he closes his eyes, head bowed and hands clasped together.

"Father..."

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Floor Twelve: Space

It felt like the beginning of time again, when his Father created the heavens and the Host. Castiel looks up into the dark sky in awe and reverence for his Father's creations, seemingly at peace. He's still aware of his surroundings; he's merely taking the time to praise the Lord in his mind.

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Floor Eleven: No Walls

Castiel grunts when he feels pressure on his wings, as if an external force is keeping them inside his vessel. Glancing around, he notices the lack of walls on this floor, which, he deduces, could be the reason to his clipped wings. Everything in this room is strange, and the angel decides not to linger too long, unless he bumps into someone on the stairs.

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FLOOR 12

[dawnlotus.livejournal.com]

Vietnam was there before, and in one corner of the room, she watches another universe consume itself. Though not any universe she recognised (she never went out into space in the first place), but it was enough to feel sick to the stomach.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" She finally spoke as she saw Castiel. "Until it all gets destroyed."

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Castiel acknowledged her presence with a nod, still staring up at the sky. "My Father's creations are all beautiful."

[dawnlotus.livejournal.com]

She gave a slight smile, mostly to herself. Before, the presence of a god was still questioned, no matter how much one believed. And it was still going to take some getting used to, the fact that there's an angel in their presence.

"To be able to make so much, it's impressive." She glanced around the sky before looking back at him, "Have you been well?"

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Castiel grunted, standing stock still, slowly lowering his gaze to meet Vietnam's. "Yes, I have."

[dawnlotus.livejournal.com]

Vietnam sighs in relief, a smile creeping on her face. "That is a relief, I was worried because of...--" She wasn't sure if it was something to be mentioned, "--...well, the incident before."

[thursdaywings.livejournal.com]

Castiel didn't reply, merely nodding at her.

[dawnlotus.livejournal.com]

The silence was a little unnerving, because she wasn't sure if it was because he was hiding something, or nothing really happened. After all, he was a blunt angel. Then again, he is one who seems to speak only when there is something that needs to be said, so she decided to divert his attention back to something more interesting.

"Do you recognise any of these universes."

[thursdaywings.livejournal.com]

"No."

Which was the truth. He had seen Earth's surroundings, the other planets, but the planets and galaxies portrayed in this strange room is nothing like he's ever seen.