towerofanimus | 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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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."

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

Suzaku hadn't sleapt, he had been exploring and trying to work out where they were and why they were there. He had changed into his flight suit and cloak and Arthur was hanging from his finger. Suzaku ignored the pain as he entered onto the twelfth floor.

He blinked, each floor got stranger, from rooms full of fish to forests inside and swimming pools. This one looked like he had stepped into the sky. He saw the man there and gave a polite nod.

Castiel turned to the other for a moment, then at the cat biting on his finger. That feline looked awfully familiar...

"Hello," he said gruffly, still looking at the cat.

The cat looked back, with wide eyes and miowed quietly before clamping his teeth round a different part of Suzaku's hand, Suzaku barely winced. "Hello sir," Suzaku gave another polite nod. "I'm sorry do you not like cats? Arthur wont hurt you," it was true the cat was lovely with everyone else, it was only Suzaku he bit.

"The cat is similar to that mist ghost cat in the infirmary," Castiel remarked, still staring at the cat. "The ghost cat killed me, but you say this one doesn't harm people."

Suzaku blinked, ghost cat? Killed him. This man was very much alive, perhaps he had been halucinating? Suzaku kept quiet because he knew nothing about this place. "I'm sorry, I only arrived yesterday. You say you were killed?"

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 angel shifted his gaze from the cat up to the man.

"You are a new addition to the tower." Castiel walked up to him, head tilted slightly. "And yes I was killed. The tower revived me for some reason."

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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Suzaku nodded and frowned. He had been killed and revived, he suposed it were possible if he had only been close to death and not actually dead. "I was informed we have been kidnapped? Do you know the identies of those that took us?"

Romeo likes this floor, because it is as close as he can get to being on a rooftop. He smiled politely at the man who was climbing the stairs, "Hello sir," he chased after Piccolo who had went to say hello, to make sure the weasel didn't fall off the side of the tower.

Shaking his head, Castiel turned his gaze back to the heavens. "Not exactly. We know who are taking care of us, but not our actual captors."

"Hello, child," Castiel returned the greeting, watching him run after the animal. After the blackout fiasco, the angel figured it would be safer to watch over the other residents of the tower, lest there be more unnecessary deaths, and stopped to watch over the child.

Well that was a start, Suzaku nodded, "And who are those taking care of us? Do you know?"

Romeo frowned a moment but then smiled politely, "I'm not a child! I'm eleven sir!" He scooped up Piccolo and let the weasel sniff at the man's feet.

"There are three men," the angel recalled, from when all the residents were summoned to the cafeteria for that meeting. "They are in charge. There is also a boy with them, who seems to be happy living here."

Three men and a boy, "Do you know where they are from? Or what their motives are sir?"

"You are a human of eleven years," he said rather matter-of-factly, glancing down at the animal by his shoes. "Thus you are still a prepubescent human being: a child."

"No. They did not say where they are from or their motives."

A slight headtilt. Sir doesn't suit him at all. "I am Castiel."

"What does prepubescent mean?" He held Piccolo back with a smile, "I'm not really though sir, I'm old enough to work! Are you not a human?"

"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.

"It means before reaching puberty." Shaking his head, the angel continued standing where he was. "I am Castiel, an angel of the Lord. I am merely inhabiting a human vessel."

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.

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