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

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

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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Sollux was just climbing the stairs all the way back up to the dorms - maybe he'd take to flying if the tower got any higher, or he'd actually develop some muscles - when he saw a strange adult human sitting on the bench in the weird "church" place.

He looked like he might be in pain, or upset or something, and Sollux considered for a few moments whether he cared before trotting over towards him.

"Hey, ith everything okay?" he asked, slipping into the seat beside the human so he could be heard. The acoustics in this place were weird.

The clear lisping voice wasn't part of the muttering, and Castiel looks up at the troll, his facial features slowly turning into a frown.

Grey skin, orange-yellow horns. Must be a troll like Kanaya.

"You are a troll."

Yep, Castiel is the master of obvious.

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"Yeah, I am," Sollux said wryly.

The guy seemed pretty chill, though Sollux was automatically wary around any adult, even if it was just a human adult. In some ways, that was worse, since he was an alien. Still, even though he was frowning at Sollux, he didn't seem aggressive.

"But you didn't anthwer my quethtion," he prompted, flashing a smile full of a few too many pointed teeth.

Castiel wasn't too pleased at getting a toothy smile, especially from an adolescent troll he just met. The troll might seem harmless, but it didn't mean the angel had to lower his defenses around him.

"Nothing is okay." The angel continued staring at the troll child. "Everything is wrong."

Sollux wasn't trying to be unfriendly! He just had a lot of very sharp teeth.

But this guy was staring at him quite a lot, and it made him want to squirm.

"You mean, your world?" he asked uncertainly. Saying that 'nothing' was okay seemed like a bit of emotional theatrics to him. Not that he had any room to judge.

Usually, sharp teeth meant monsters, so it was only natural that Castiel's on guard.

Also, personal space? The angel has no concept of that.

"I don't believe my world is destroyed."

"You don't?" Sollux slowly slid into the pew next to Castiel, feeling silly just standing there with the man staring at him. "I know for a fact mine wath. Why don't you believe yourth hath been?"

"The Apocalypse has yet to come." Castiel continued to stare, watching the troll carefully. One can never be too careful in this place, not when there's stranger things happening.

Sollux decided to try to ignore the staring, which was easier said than done. He leaned back in the bench and set a foot on the little shelf where the bibles normally sit, and looked up at the ceiling. "Maybe thethe people took you from your world jutht ath the apocalypthe thtarted, tho you jutht mithhed it."

Frowning at the apparent lack of respect, Castiel reached over to nudge the other's leg off the shelf before leaning back again. "That cannot be. Sam and Dean will make sure that the Seals aren't broken and that Lucifer won't rise."

Sollux cast an irritated look at Castiel, then put his foot back. "Well, that'th all well and good to thay, but you don't really know. Fuck, the people who brought uth here could have dethtroyed it. Or maybe it'th all a lie."

He shrugged faintly. "All I know ith, thith plathe ith not ath advertithed, and it theemth to me it'th better to figure out the thituation than thit here and cry like wrigglerth."

"There is little information regarding this tower in the library," the angel remarked, looking up at the stained glass work. "And there is no known explosive or device that is able to destroy the tower from within."

Which leaves them with very little options left.

"I haven't had a chanthe to look at the bookth," Sollux admitted. "But you're right that my eye lathorth didn't do a damn thing, even on the glathh. And I can't fly on the floor with no wallth."

It was so frustrating.

"My name'th Thollukth, by the way," he added.

Castiel nodded in return. "I am Castiel."

"Hey, thorry for mangling your name, Cathtiel," Sollux said with a self-deprecating grin. "Anyway, I think we'll get it all figured out, eventually. Or we'll all get killed, I guethh, but I haven't theen that happening, yet."

"Stigmatism is mostly physiological, so don't apologize," the angel remarked, turning to stare at Sollux again. "No one will get killed unnecessarily."

"Dependth on what happenth," Sollux said wryly. "The people who brought uth here could be intending to kill uth. Or thomeone could go shithive maggotth with boredom. You never know."

"I was killed once." Castiel clasped his hands together, resting his head on them. "It was a mistake, but I was brought back to life for some reason. So they have no intention to kill us."

"Maybe thith ith thome cruel ekthperiment," Sollux said, frowning at Castiel. "How did you get killed?"

"I can't remember the exact details, but there was a mist cat." Which wasn't far from the truth. There was a mist cat, and another dead person, but Castiel couldn't remember how he actually died.

"What'th a mitht cat?" Sollux asked curiously. He hadn't seen any of the monsters here, as of yet. Might as well be prepared.

"It appears to be a new creature, made of mist, taking the form of a small feline."

"Oh." Disbelieving look. "And that thing killed you? Humanth mutht be more fragile than I thought."

"I am not a human." It was an immediate reaction. "I am an angel of the Lord."

"What?" Sollux stares. He sure doesn't look like Eridan's angels from LOWAA. "An angel of the Lord of what?"

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

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