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23:30:00
Silent dormitory rooms are lined with bodies--not dead, just sleeping. Throughout the tower it is pitch black and silent. At the base of the tower, countless shining eyes, watching.

23:45:00
The tower hums to life. Lights blink on in one by one; only the dormitory rooms remain dark. A small army of blank-faced humanoids appear and spend the next ten minutes taking various positions around the tower.

23:59:00
An order given. The dormitory room lights blink on.

00:00:00
You are awake.

00:00:30
You can move.

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She doesn't quite flinch, but it's a near thing, and she does look over her shoulder at him before pointedly taking one significantly large step away. That was her personal space, thank you, regardless of what country or plane of existence they might have been in.

"Can I help you?" she asks dryly.

The woman didn't feel like a normal human, so the angel went in straight for the questioning.

"You're not a normal human, but neither are you a demon or a shapeshifter. What are you?"

"I'm... currently a Swedish duchy." Estonia tilts her head slightly, as if she's not sure if that's what he was getting at. It's not exactly easy to explain what one is when it was never really explained to her, just always taken as her truth. "Does that answer your question?"

"A Swedish duchy," Castiel repeated, mirroring her head tilt. "In essence, you are a representation of a landmass."

It was something new to learn, and the angel was ready to take in more information. "It is intriguing to know that such things existed in the world."

"Yes. It's fairly common." A pause. What is this thing, anyway? Inquiring minds need to know. "I'm Estonia, by the way. And you are...?"

"Castiel." He moves to pick up a book, flipping through it casually. "Estonia is in Eastern Europe."

She gives a nod. "Nice to meet you. And yes, I am. Where are you from?"

"I am from Heaven." Castiel absently touches his trench coat before he replaces the book, arms falling to his side. "I am an Angel of the Lord."

That's weird. But so much of this is weird her brain hardly even wants to rebel anymore, so she just files this information away in the little Castiel dossier in her head. The only emotional attachment that goes with it is a muttery little side-note about Christianity. Goddamn that Prussia...

"Fascinating," Estonia says to him. "And a being like yourself doesn't even have the power to get out of here?"

The angel gives her what seems to be a very annoyed look.

"I have tried, but I cannot move past the boundaries of this tower," he growls, picking out another book and flipping through it. "It would seem that this tower has restricted the means by which I can use my Grace."

"I can't feel my people properly, either." Her voice is quieter, then, because she's admitting something to a stranger simply because he deserves something in return. She will not, however, say how much that worries her.

"We're all stuck, it seems."

'Stuck' isn't something Castiel is used to, and the tower is starting to make him agitated.

"I need to find a way out. The Seals are still being broken, and I have to stop them."

"We all need to get out of here, Castiel. I've yet to learn anything that will help us get home, but I'm still looking. And open for suggestions."

"I will help. I cannot waste time here."

"Do you have any ideas yet?"

"No." Castiel continued to look through the books, silently perusing them. "I need to investigate this phenomenon further."

Estonia gives a nod and leaves it at that, going back to quietly flipping through the book she'd been busy on. Her assumption is that if he's got anything further he needs from her, he'll ask. Otherwise, he'll go away. Win-win.

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