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

[lucidmutant.livejournal.com]

Well, that was direct. Gotta give the angel guy credit for that. "I am a meta-human, a product of an evolutionary virus."

[thursdaywings.livejournal.com]

"So you are a mutant. An aberration."

[lucidmutant.livejournal.com]

Fawkes' brow furrows, and his voice takes an annoyed tone. "Must you use such vulgar terms? I may not be a human anymore, but I am still a person!"

[thursdaywings.livejournal.com]

Castiel isn't one for tact, sadly, and he frowns back up at Fawkes. "I didn't say that you're not a person, Fawkes."

[lucidmutant.livejournal.com]

"I...--!" He starts, a bit riled, but calms himself. His hand comes to his face, rubbing it a bit. "I apologize - far too often terms like that get lumped in with 'monster', enough that I assumed the same of your intentions despite having just met you."

[thursdaywings.livejournal.com]

"There is no need to apologize." Sheathing his sword, the angel turned, going back to the pew once the voices slowly trickled back to life. "Now, do not go near the voices. I need their presence."

[lucidmutant.livejournal.com]

Fawkes follows, rather curious now. "Are you able to understand them?" He cranes his head around, looking around at the room. "I find them a touch...unnerving, the more I think about it."

[thursdaywings.livejournal.com]

Castiel glances up at Fawkes, then sits down at the pew he sat at earlier. "I am used to having my brothers and sisters communicating constantly, and though I don't understand the voices here, it is as close as I can get to hearing the Host again."

[lucidmutant.livejournal.com]

"Brothers and sisters? The Host?" It seemed the more questions Fawkes asked, the answers would just bring more of them.

[thursdaywings.livejournal.com]

"Yes." And Castiel leaves no further explanation to that.