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

[thursdaywings.livejournal.com]

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.

Comments

[thursdaywings.livejournal.com]

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

[thekidsare0kay]

"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."

[thursdaywings.livejournal.com]

"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."

[thekidsare0kay]

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

[thursdaywings.livejournal.com]

"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.

[thekidsare0kay]

"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.

[thursdaywings.livejournal.com]

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

[thekidsare0kay]

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

[thursdaywings.livejournal.com]

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

[thekidsare0kay]

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

[thursdaywings.livejournal.com]

So trolls really don't know everything. That much he could tell. "An angel of the Lord, my Father, God."

[thekidsare0kay]

Oh. [He rubs a hand through his hair, trying to decide if that's funny or not] Cool, I guethh.

[thursdaywings.livejournal.com]

Hn. [ And he goes quiet. ]