towerofanimus | This Is A Joke, Right?

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This Is A Joke, Right? | Open

Characters: Sam Winchester [

xbludjunkie] and EVERYONE!
Setting: The dorms
Format: Whichever, don‘t cur. I'll match it.
Summary: Sam just woke up, and he's pretty confused. Prepare for interrogation if you approach.
Warnings: PG-13 for language maybe.

Waking up in a unfamiliar room wasn't alarming. Blank walls and laying on an uncomfortable bed? Yeah, that was pretty normal. See, he was used to traveling from motel room to motel room with his brother, so his initial response was to roll out of bed and start getting ready; either to go get caffeination and wake his previously mentioned brother up, or try getting ready while avoiding the walking embodiment of a health hazard that was his brother.

Except then he remembered he had fallen asleep at Bobby's yesterday, and that he so hadn't fallen asleep in these clothes.

No really, what in all of Hades was he wearing?

Panic? Nah, Sam didn't panic. He hunted things that made nightmares pale and fidgety, and so was kind of over the whole panic thing. He was a little anxious to figure out how he got here though. Immediately he got out of the bed to look around, noticing three very important things right out of the gate. One, he obviously wasn't alone since there were other beds here, two, he obviously hadn't come here on his own because he didn't pack via trunk. (Duffel bags; they were easily accessible and you could grab 'em on the go. Much better than a trunk), and three, there was unfamiliar weight on his neck.

Sam reached up to scratch at it and he hit something cold and definitely not skin, successfully distracting him from any further searching of clues about how he got here. Nope, still no panicking, but Sam did furrow his eyebrows in confusion as he ran his fingers along the thing, trying to feel it out.

... was that a collar?

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"Huh?" Whoah, what was with the sudden attitude change. Ankh almost got metaphorical whiplash from that, as evidence by the fact that he looked even more confused.

"Bible? Never read it." By this point, he had basically just given up trying to understand what this guy was going on about. "Don't think I'm in it though." At the least, he was pretty sure he'd remember being mentioned in a book.

Not just a book. The book.

And the comment about his name being in The book? It helped assure Sam that he wasn't dealing with an archangeal or anything just as powerful. He was pretty sure Ankh probably belonged lower; like the cherubim section or something.

Which also meant he probably really didn't know what was going on, so asking would be pointless.

Sam turned and threw his canteen back into his trunk. "I don't think any angel reads it." Why would they when it was probably ingrained into their soul?

"--Angel?" Full stop, you've now got Ankh's baffled and incredibly amused attention.

"You think I'm an angel?" Oh that was just too good. He let out a short laugh accentuated by a smirk. When he was done though, his face returned to neutrality as he flicked his head a bit. "What an idiot."

"No," Sam replied. He figured that was what the idiot comment was for too, so in all seriousness he continued. "A cherub."

Ankh stared at Sam for a minute and then dropped his head in laughter, swinging his arms a bit and apparently just being terribly tickled pink by this thought.

"A cherub? Are you serious?" He finally spoke, looking up at Sam. His amusement continued on for a moment or so, before immediately disappearing as he scoffed. "Idiot. I already told you what I am."

Being laughed at wasn't very pleasant. Sam half glared at the other, but felt kind of embarrassed too. For what, he wasn't sure of.

Because now he just looked confused. And he's gonna give Ankh the lost little puppy dog eyes because he really has no idea what to think now.

It might not have been pleasant to Sam, but it sure was amusing to Ankh. When he was done being amused however, he just looked at the man oddly, tossing the medals that were in his hand up and down a bit.

"Hey, what's with that face, huh? It pisses me off." Reminded him too much of Eiji when he was being a dumbass. Somehow that just made him more angry.

Sam's eyes widened in surprise again. to be honest, Ankh's personlity was kind of hinting towards an angel too, because he certainlly was as blunt, honest, and as jerktastic as they were.

Instead of answering though, Sam decided to get curious again. Or maybe he was instigating. Same difference. "Why?"

"Because it makes you look retarded," He answered simply, quirking his head and narrowing his eyes at Sam.

Ankh tossed the medals in the air a few more times, before grabbing them out of midair, disappearing once he opened his palm again. "Though I guess if you have to ask why, you can't really help it. Tch."

Yeah. Ankh was getting a bitch!face for that. Tame, category one only. Still there though.

So, normally, Sam wasn't too keen on starting trouble or being rude. This was an angel he was talking to though. He didn't really feel the need to be anything like that anymore.

No, he wasn't going to fight the other or something like that, but if Ankh felt weird about his arm that was just too bad because Sam was asking anyway.

"What's with your arm?"

That bitch!face was also annoying. Ankh had the urge to smash it. He resisted. But just barely.

He was almost ready to go 'screw it' and go back down to the cafeteria until Sam asked about his arm. Ankh raised the red arm in front of him, looking at it and flexing his fingers a bit, before looking back at Sam. He seemed to be thinking for a moment if he should tell the guy or not.

"It's all I was able to regenerate of my original body after being sealed away by the King; the rest of it was lost in a torrent of greed and power," He says, as if this is a totally normal thing to comprehend. That was half a lie, but hey, this idiot didn't know that.

And that made total sense.

Sam narrowed his eyes a little. The word King threw him for a loop, because he thought God was a pretty good title all in it's self. And the part about torrents and greed made about as much sense to him as trying to teach oral commands to a deaf dog.

"Sealed away?" The chances that Ankh was going to explain further? Pretty low. But Sam was still going to ask. "What for?"

For a minute Ankh seemed like he was going to keep talking, and then he held himself back for a moment in consideration. He looked around the room almost as if he was fidgeting nervously, before finally speaking and glaring at Sam once more.

"Tch...! Shut up!" Man just thinking about that stupid King OOO was pissing him off even more than he was when he was getting asininely assaulted by water. "Because he was consumed by his own desire. That's all."

Oh.

The edge of Sam's mouth tilted up in a smirk. He had interrogated enough people to know the signs that someone did not like where the conversation was going. And being yelled at to shut up really only proved Sam's suspicions.

And Sam was pretty sure Ankh wasn't talking about God gone AWOL anymore. Which made him very curious to find out who Ankh's superior was (who seriously liked to be called King? Did he still think it was the Middle Ages or something?).

"Desire for what?"

Sam smirking just seemed to make Ankh even angrier, and his mood was already declining rather fast. He stepped forward and grabbed the material of Sam's suit with his red-plated right arm, glaring at him as he spoke.

"Life. Power. Everything. He wanted to become a god." His words dripped with anger, and when he was done he released Sam with a good shove in the chest.

Sam didn't bother stopping Ankh as he gripped his shirt, and took a few steps back to steady himself with the shove. Only fixed a warning gaze on the other, more of a 'calm down or I'll have to restrain you' than a 'do that again and I'm gonna make you see stars' kind of way.

Sam wasn't looking for a fight. At least not with an angel, weak cherub or not, and certainlly not when he had only just got here. So, instead, Sam turned from the other after a moment of silent thought.

He knew there was more Ankh wasn't telling him, and Sam was definetly going to come back around to it at some point, but for now he would leave it. "No one can become a God." Sam finally replied.

~~Weak cherub what, he'll punch you in the jaw I mean~~

"Of course you can't just become a God," Ankh said, amazingly agreeing with Sam, impatient at the arrival of this conclusion; wasn't that obvious even to a guy who thought Ankh was some stupid angel or something?

"But that doesn't mean you can't try," He added almost as if it was an after thought, his tone retreating to a dull resentment as he looked away. "And he did."

~~Pfft. So weak that it'll tickle.~~

Oh.

Silently Sam looked back at Ankh, something definitely apologetic in his gaze. Yep, totally feeling bad for bringing all this up now. Ankh's tone and action kind of gave him away. "Sorry."

~~Oh no you didn't it is on~~

Ankh jerked his head back to look at Sam at the simple word, meeting the other's look of remorse with a face that was perplexed and possibly even more annoyed. This guy was apologizing? Ridiculous.

After a moment of staring, he made a 'tch' sound in annoyance as he scrunched up his face. "What do you know? I don't need your stupid apology."

~~Bring it, Cupid.~~

Yeah. He was apologizing. Because Ankh was obviously telling him something unpleasant and he felt bad for making him do so. And look at that! Ankh didn't look like a trampled and bitter puppy anymore, so obviously it did something.

Sam sighed and rolled his eyes, before turning towards Ankh and crossing his arms, expression hardening into irritation almost instantly. And really, Sam's expression and body language probably did all the talking for him.

~~Cupid wishes he were as awesome as me~~

Ankh largely resents being compared to any kind of puppy. Sam's quick mood shift seemed to amuse him slightly, but at least not enough to smirk. He looked around the room for a minute before nodding his head at Sam.

"If we're going to have to share the same room, just stay out of my way and away from my stuff," he huffed.

~~Or nauseated by the fact that you compare yourself to him.~~

Okay. That sounded so familiar that he almost snorted. How many times had he told his big brother that by now? Ugh, he stopped counting a long time ago.

Considering that, Sam porbably would stayed out of Ankh's stuff anyway. And, let's be honest, why would he want to get in his way anyway? It would be a complete waste of time.

So, "fine," Sam agreed easily enough.

~~It's strictly for comparison's sake, I assure you.~~

"Good," Ankh spat out. With that he seemed to be done; he gave Sam another once over, made his ever-so-charming 'tch' sound of annoyance, and departed from the room. It had been far too long since he ran out of ice cream anyway.

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pffftttt ironically Ankh does get wings at one point in the show

XD

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