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WHO: Balthazar (Alexander Wilton), open
WHAT: A sarcastic, cynical ~~angel~~ lush enters a place of worship. Stop me if you've heard this one before.
WHERE: The Temple
WHEN: Monday, April 16th
WARNINGS: most likely religious references.......?

It was like being home, he guessed. Well, if home had a creepier, stepford vibe, where everyone had to live their lives like nothing was wrong, and God was playing the role of an enigmatic puppeteer who guaranteed a good life if only you obeyed his laws. ...Wait, let's start over.

Balthazar was always good at avoiding people. Hell, he had managed to stay hidden from an angry archangel and the rest of Heaven for an age and a half. It was only natural that he would abuse this skill the moment he had woken up in this nightmare, staying quiet and unnoticeable amongst the others who had woken up like him. Maybe in a nother life he might have made an effort to appear civil, but that was the thing. He was alive again. This was disturbing because there shouldn't have been an 'again' tackd onto the end of that sentence, it should only be 'he was alive.' The whole nasty business of him dying wasn't exactly what upset him; he had been a soldier once upon a time, and he never fooled himself into believing he'd be around forever. Dying wasn't what had him in such a mess. It was the way it had gone down that had him currently emitting the 'unsociable prick' aura. He wasn't mopey by nature, in fact he was rather a dry cynic with a hint a humor, but he guessed he was allowed to sul when his best friend had gone crazy and killed him.

It was easy for him to follow the rules and play nice with whatever world he had been thrust into when he was like this; doing-everything-i-say-or-else-faceless-dictator? Sure, why the hell not, he was an angel, wasn't he? That was pretty much in the job description. Although, he had to admit, the whole memory-plant thing was kind of making him scratch his head a little. What they had told him about his fake life, it seemed like something he'd do. It was pretty much what he had did with Heaven. In quieter moments, he almost didn't seem to mind that he was given a chance at another, (somewhat) normal life. It was, overall, so much better than his real life, but then he remembered who he was, what he was, what he had done.

Despite wanting to do nothing more than rebel, rebel, rebel, being oh-so-very-much-more cynical about life in general these days, he knew he had to just play the game. He knew how to act like nothing was wrong, that he had everything under control (granted, the last time he had played with this skill a little too hard and fast, it had gotten him killed), so that was what he was going to do. Bide his time. Think of how to reconnect with his lost Grace and give Castiel the beating of his life.

He found it almost ironic coming into the temple to get away from the world around him and just be alone with his thoughts. Back on the Earth he had known, he had always looked at 'houses of The Lord' from a distance, amused when he thought of how many would cross its threshold waiting to find his Father's spirit waiting for them. Too bad they'd never find it. During those moments, though, inside a strange building, in a strange realm, he wished for nothing more than for everything to return to what it had been before.

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"Hm." It was all he could say, could think to say. He honestly didn't believe their Father had anything to do with this. And why would he? To punish them? Balthazar scoffed at the very thought. Their Father had technically been punishing all of Heaven ever since he popped out of existence, leaving everything in Michael's and Raphael's psychotic hands.

But for whatever reason, they were here. It was better to focus on this than all the crap they had left at home.

"For the record, I sincerely doubt Daddy sent us here. Anyway, we could argue this for this rest of the century. We should just leave it be."

"Yeah? And who else has that power?" Gabriel lifted his eyebrows at his brother, but then waved a hand as if to do away with the subject. "So, forget the who, just deal with the how, the why and the getting out of here, huh?" It made sense. It was practical, removed one consideration, and yet ... Gabriel huffed, half a sigh and half a deprecating laugh. "I can't do that."

He'd spent too long just 'leaving things be'. He'd only just stepped out of that mentality, and he still didn't quite know at what cost (even if that cost wasn't the world). There was no way he could step, willingly, back into it. If it was Dad behind this, he had to know why--why He'd left, why He was subjecting Gabriel to this now after years of nothing.

Obviously, Balthazar had turned into the only angel with any common sense anymore. Gabriel wouldn't let the subject to and there was nothing he could say to make him. He could be annoyed, would be, but there were things he couldn't let go either and wasn't going to even try, so he supposed there was little he could retaliate with.

"Shall I leave you to clogging Father's answering machine, then?" As it was, Balthazar was quite happy to leave things just be. He knew the consequences of getting too involved with something.

Gabriel glanced toward the altar and then shook his head with a deprecating smile, shoving himself to his feet with a quick, loose movement. "Ah, forget it; somehow I don't think I'm gonna have any luck today, and I already got more answers than I was expecting. But, little bro." He lifted an eyebrow and snapped his fingers at Balthazar. "If you're so hot on staying out of it, then just what are you doing here in Dad's phone box?"

What a wonderful question, unfortunately, not one Balthazar could fully answer. Maybe because it felt the most like home, maybe because despite his aloof attitude this place left him the most comfortable, or maybe he was just a masochist. Instead of answering right away, the blond stood in a controlled way, simply shrugging one of his shoulders in a nonchalant manner.

"Funny how you can't get anything straight out of the old man, but He still manages to get answers to you, anyway." Whatever he had been looking, Balthazar found he was satisfied in his search now. The need to be here had dwindled and now he would be happy to leave. "Do keep out of trouble, Gabriel. I know you're not very good at that."

"Sure, it's hilarious," Gabriel said with a snort. Absolutely hilarious, how Dad apparently didn't actually need any of them and you could never tell when he was around. Even when it was your job to know where the answers were going.

"Hey, I'm great at keeping out of trouble," the archangel protested, and then smirked. "I'm just a specialist at putting others in it. You're my brother, so you get a warning: you just got put on my list."

"I'm quivering in fear, Gabriel." There may have been the faintest of smirks on his face, his eyebrows raised in an incredulous way at the fact that he was on the archangel's list. He made his way towards the door, though. He couldn't possibly let Gabriel think he was actually funny.

"Give me time and you will be," Gabriel called after him as the other angel left, amusement written all over his face. As long as Balthazar didn't look back, the amusement would drop a moment later.