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]

[ Castiel doesn't turn around, knowing who is addressing him. ]

Your world is destroyed, you say.

[grimauxilatrix.livejournal.com]

Yes, it was destroyed by an asteroid but we escaped in time.

[thursdaywings.livejournal.com]

And survived.

[grimauxilatrix.livejournal.com]

Escaped one certain death to head for another. Truthfully all of us trolls were lucky to be alive.

[thursdaywings.livejournal.com]

It appears that your race is doomed from the beginning.

[grimauxilatrix.livejournal.com]

Hmm, you're implying that we are the doomed timeline rather than the alpha one? I wonder if you can be both the doomed and alpha. That may be the truth, especially since the matriorb was destroyed.

[thursdaywings.livejournal.com]

[ Castiel does not understand all this wibbly wobbly timey wimey stuff, so he'll just look at you, a little confusedly. ]

[grimauxilatrix.livejournal.com]

Have I said something rude again?

[thursdaywings.livejournal.com]

I don't understand you.

[grimauxilatrix.livejournal.com]

What don't you understand?

[thursdaywings.livejournal.com]

What you just said. About timelines and a 'matriorb'.

[grimauxilatrix.livejournal.com]

A timeline is a representation of the passage of time as a line. A matriorb hatches a mothergrub.

[thursdaywings.livejournal.com]

... The matriorb is the origin of your species, am I to assume correctly?

[grimauxilatrix.livejournal.com]

The matriorb hatches the mothergrub, the mothergrub is the one who produces grubs, for humans that's babies. So your assumption is correct, without the matriorb and the mothergrub my species cannot continue.

[thursdaywings.livejournal.com]

That is very interesting. So, trolls are like insects.

[grimauxilatrix.livejournal.com]

Insects? Please explain.

[thursdaywings.livejournal.com]

There is one queen, your mothergrub, and you are one of the progeny.

[grimauxilatrix.livejournal.com]

If you put it that way then yes, that is very true.

[thursdaywings.livejournal.com]

Interesting.

[grimauxilatrix.livejournal.com]

Why exactly is my relationship to an insect considered interesting?

[thursdaywings.livejournal.com]

Considering your humanoid form, it is something of interest.

[grimauxilatrix.livejournal.com]

That is understandable, what do insects on Earth look like?

[thursdaywings.livejournal.com]

They vary in shapes and sizes.