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caveofsapphires2012-06-05 01:44 am
goodintent) wrote in caveofsapphires2012-06-05 01:44 am
(open) you've been gone much longer
WHO: Castiel (Gregory Wilton) & open!
WHAT: Another mojoless angel flops around town hello /o/
WHERE: (Cave) The library mostly, creeping around town, eventually the bar because why not.
WHEN: Monday (4th) - Thursday (7th).
WARNINGS: None atm!
It wasn't long after Castiel had "woken up" and was fed an elaborate story about how he was really a human man named Gregory Wilton that the angel was walking around the Cave searching for answers. Normally, such a search would take him a few seconds at best, but it would seem that at the moment he was stripped of his powers and rendered human. Again.
He wasn't a fan, but nonetheless tried his best to search the Cave via foot and found by the end of the day his situation had not really changed.
The next day, Cas was being encouraged to... "go to work" by the workers. At first, he fully intended on ignoring them -- but when he discovered that Gregory's job was at the library, the (former) angel complied. Not that he even knew what on Earth librarians even did. Well, they organized books, he supposed, but that wasn't the only thing, was it? He didn't know and decided he didn't care to learn at the moment, though he could certainly use the facility for his own purposes. As such, Monday then became nothing more than one long study session that started with the collection of paper books (seeing as Cas was still a little perplexed by the digital technology of man). Begrudgingly grabbing himself one of the ladders provided, he set to work scanning over each and every single title, pulling out those he deemed useful. Piles of books formed around his search areas as he worked and at varying points throughout the day, one could either find him sitting/standing around thumbing through book after book or moving through aisles with his head titled so he could read the title written on the spine as he moved.
Tuesday, Cas was back at it. He had figured out the basic history of the Cave and the City, but beyond that he had yet to discover anything helpful. Eventually, Castiel found himself turning more and more to the digital information (which meant he spent some time simply figuring out how the gadgets worked). After a while of playing with the e-reader in his hands, he was able to figure out basically how the thing worked. But even so, Castiel was left staring intently into the screen with a furrowed brow and tilted head as though the device held all the secrets of the universe inside.
By Wednesday he had learned that the device did not hold any secrets of any universe. Cas had figured it out to the point of being able to look at it without an expression of confusion stamped on his face though, so there was that at least. That said, Castiel deemed the resources of the library depleted and decided it was time he ventured back into the strange little world. He located the subway system later that day, and though was denied access to it because he had not yet completed what he understood to be a week long quest of sorts, hovered around nearby for a little while before deciding this too was a lost cause. The people in charge here were very stubborn, it seemed.
Naturally, he was drinking by Thursday. Beginning to get a little ruffled by his lack of success here and growing concern about what must be happening in Heaven but powerless to do a damn thing, the angel sat at the bar quietly nursing a glass of some sort of whiskey. Normally he was protected by some holy alcohol tolerance, but now that he was human he had no such gift. That said, it would seem that he was still a far cry from a lightweight -- Cas had downed a couple shots prior to the whiskey and still didn't seem much different from his usual, serious self.
WHAT: Another mojoless angel flops around town hello /o/
WHERE: (Cave) The library mostly, creeping around town, eventually the bar because why not.
WHEN: Monday (4th) - Thursday (7th).
WARNINGS: None atm!
It wasn't long after Castiel had "woken up" and was fed an elaborate story about how he was really a human man named Gregory Wilton that the angel was walking around the Cave searching for answers. Normally, such a search would take him a few seconds at best, but it would seem that at the moment he was stripped of his powers and rendered human. Again.
He wasn't a fan, but nonetheless tried his best to search the Cave via foot and found by the end of the day his situation had not really changed.
The next day, Cas was being encouraged to... "go to work" by the workers. At first, he fully intended on ignoring them -- but when he discovered that Gregory's job was at the library, the (former) angel complied. Not that he even knew what on Earth librarians even did. Well, they organized books, he supposed, but that wasn't the only thing, was it? He didn't know and decided he didn't care to learn at the moment, though he could certainly use the facility for his own purposes. As such, Monday then became nothing more than one long study session that started with the collection of paper books (seeing as Cas was still a little perplexed by the digital technology of man). Begrudgingly grabbing himself one of the ladders provided, he set to work scanning over each and every single title, pulling out those he deemed useful. Piles of books formed around his search areas as he worked and at varying points throughout the day, one could either find him sitting/standing around thumbing through book after book or moving through aisles with his head titled so he could read the title written on the spine as he moved.
Tuesday, Cas was back at it. He had figured out the basic history of the Cave and the City, but beyond that he had yet to discover anything helpful. Eventually, Castiel found himself turning more and more to the digital information (which meant he spent some time simply figuring out how the gadgets worked). After a while of playing with the e-reader in his hands, he was able to figure out basically how the thing worked. But even so, Castiel was left staring intently into the screen with a furrowed brow and tilted head as though the device held all the secrets of the universe inside.
By Wednesday he had learned that the device did not hold any secrets of any universe. Cas had figured it out to the point of being able to look at it without an expression of confusion stamped on his face though, so there was that at least. That said, Castiel deemed the resources of the library depleted and decided it was time he ventured back into the strange little world. He located the subway system later that day, and though was denied access to it because he had not yet completed what he understood to be a week long quest of sorts, hovered around nearby for a little while before deciding this too was a lost cause. The people in charge here were very stubborn, it seemed.
Naturally, he was drinking by Thursday. Beginning to get a little ruffled by his lack of success here and growing concern about what must be happening in Heaven but powerless to do a damn thing, the angel sat at the bar quietly nursing a glass of some sort of whiskey. Normally he was protected by some holy alcohol tolerance, but now that he was human he had no such gift. That said, it would seem that he was still a far cry from a lightweight -- Cas had downed a couple shots prior to the whiskey and still didn't seem much different from his usual, serious self.
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And his bitterness, his fear, his anger at how badly his brothers kept fucking up, all combined into one single idea which barely had time to pass through his head before he was putting it into play.
"Didn't you ever wonder where angels go when they died?" he asked, still with that awful smile plastered all over his face. He took another step closer, half-swaying, and this time lifted both hands to gesture. "Not human. Only human souls go to Heaven. Unless they're damned. Then it's the Hellscape for them! But everything else?" He leaned in, flicking his fingers at Castiel. "Purgatory. Nice lil spot, ain't it? It even supplies its own booze."
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Cas was tense as his less-than-pleased looking brother slowly came closer, but never once did he waver. He took note of the disoriented way in which his brother was moving and for a moment came close to asking what was wrong with him, but then Gabriel was speaking and Castiel was immediately hushed.
Purgatory. Gabriel was telling him he was in Purgatory.
But that wasn't possible.
"You're wrong." He replied when he had decided that the idea was ludicrous. "This isn't Purgatory. I'm not dead." His knowledge on Purgatory was admittedly limited still, but if nothing else he was sure that he hadn't died since being brought back for the second time.
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It was Gabriel's aura that would do it, almost vibrating with tension, and the hardness in his eyes as he stared just past Castiel's head.
"No other angels to stab you in the back with a blade when you weren't looking?" His tone wasn't bitter, but so filled with cold rage that it was exceedingly lucky for Castiel Gabriel didn't currently have the power to smite him. The archangel reached up and tapped Castiel's chest with both open palms, leaning in a bit to stage-whisper: "I'm dead, bro. I'm not fucking ignorant. You wanted Purgatory. Well, you got it."
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"What are you talking about?" His voice sounded honestly perplexed, because he was. If Gabriel could see Castiel's face, then he would have seen an expression of genuine confusion amongst his growing frustration. As it was, there was only the younger angel's voice for Gabriel to judge.
Castiel had immediately tensed up when he saw Gabriel's hands reach up and when the tap didn't leave him bleeding or dead or something along those lines, he couldn't help but wonder how close he had come to a third death. But it didn't matter -- Gabriel couldn't smite him and was apparently going to get to Cas another way. As though he were suddenly aware of the fact that Gabriel wasn't just bursting his personal bubble but was also definitely within attacking range, Castiel finally backed away a couple steps.
His voice was firm, but still touched with the same honest confusion from before, when he addressed Gabriel's accusations. "This isn't Purgatory, and I have never wanted the real one."
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Never wanted Purgatory. Didn't know what he was talking about. The archangel tilted his head.
"Do tell, bro. What is the last thing you remember? And don't lie, now. I'll know." He hoped. Maybe not now, but if--when his sight returned and he could see souls again, he would know.
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"I remember disarray in Heaven after the Winchesters stopped the Apocalypse and Raphael deciding he was going to take over and restart everything we worked so hard to stop." It really wasn't a lie so it came out sounding truthful, even though there had been... a little bit more that happened between then and waking up here. "I also remember coughing blood onto the ground after I told him not to. Now I'm here."
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Either way, the archangel wished he could risk turning his brother's outfit into a bright orange tutu, but it wasn't worth exacerbating his circumstances. He could wait for his revenge. He was patient. Mostly.
Gabriel smoothed Castiel's lapels and patted them down, still wearing that flat smile, still staring past Castiel's head. "Well then. Maybe I should be saving my wrath for someone else. Maybe."
He had no intention of telling Castiel that Balthazar was here. He had every intention of telling Balthazar.
[ooc: oh, before I forget again, can you fill out Gabe's permissions post, please?]