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(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.
Wednesday, June 8
Still, she kept trying - in large part out of boredom, because there were so few people in the City spread out so thinly, and there wasn't even anyone to train with given the fact that Re-l had vanished somewhere - and on Wednesday found herself emerging from the Hiberna train. Slinking past the guards hovering around the entrance, she stretched her back out from the long ride. "Home again, home again," she muttered, before cocking her head at the man hovering at the entrance to the platform.
"Are you looking for something?" she asked curiously, studiously ignoring the guards.
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Castiel had watched the train come and stop with a certain sort of curiosity and slightly tilted head. It reminded him a bit of the one time he had taken a bus, but of course recognized it was a fundamentally different vehicle. In any case, his eyes were still on the train itself when the passenger spoke, though he was aware of the fact that she was speaking to him. "Yes." Cas replied after a brief pause, finally turning to face the woman. "I am looking for answers."
He admittedly was not yet ready to pretend to be a normal human being if only to appease the strange people running the place.
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Mal suppressed a grin. "Well, I doubt you'll find any very good answers here," she said, quite cheerfully, "although part of the reason for that is that nobody here much likes questions. Most questions. The big questions, like 'is all of this real?' and 'are you seriously expecting me to believe that I was slept through a global disaster?'"
She stepped a bit closer and held out her hand. "My name is Milena," she said, erring on the side of caution because here, in the Cave, with guards all around them, she'd be very stupid not to. "I'm going to hazard a guess that you've just woken up from a very long nap."
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"I've noticed." His voice was grim when he answered, and the tired sounding sigh that followed indicated on its own that the station was not the first place Cas had visited on his quest for answers. When the woman extended her hand, he glanced down at it for a moment before grasping it with his and completing the handshake.
"I'm certain my name is Castiel, however I have been told that I am wrong and that my true name is Gregory." And there he was, blatantly failing to maintain the act that Mal and most likely everyone else had quickly learned to put in place. He nodded then to confirm her last statement. "I woke from a slumber that I don't remember needing a few days ago and I have been trying to understand what happened ever since."
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Tucking her hands behind her back, she rocked slightly on the balls of her feet. "Castiel, then," she said, wondering if he failed to understand the potential consequences of using his true name in this place. "Good to meet you, although the circumstances could be nicer." She briefly toyed with the idea of warning him against using his name before settling on, "I hope you'll forgive me for using the name I don't remember. It's . . . easier, here."
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"Yes." He nodded in agreement. "These circumstances are not ideal." But he did at least seem relieved to find someone who wasn't crazy about this alternate life idea either, even though he didn't think to outright mention that.
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The City had been a tremendous disappointment, all told. So few people, and even fewer answers. She hoped that someone - Re-l, or maybe Chivy - would find out more than she had, but those hopes were dying, slowly and agonizingly.
"What sort of answers are you looking for?" she asked Castiel. "Keep in mind that I probably don't have answers to most of them. It's been a hard month for answers."
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Castiel paused briefly. What were the most important things he needed anyway? "How, mostly." Which could encompass anything and everything. He offered no further elaboration, nor with the added, "And why." Across his face was a serious, thoughtful expression as he undoubtedly went over the specifics of what he needed in his own mind.
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She made a face at his questions. A bit too broad for her to answer, but she could certainly try. "Cryogenics, allegedly," she said. "But I'm very vague on what exactly that is. The real how is a question I don't think anyone's found the answers to yet." It was, after all, a very big and complicated question, and one they weren't technically allowed to ask.
"As to why . . . " She let out a frustrated sigh in a puff of air, blowing her bangs out of her face. "I think a lot of the people here, the Workers, don't know anything's wrong. Or they're very good actors. As for the Caretaker, don't know a thing about him, don't know how to find him."
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After a drawn out silence that lingered long after she had stopped speaking, Cas finally replied with a simple, "Interesting."
Silence again took over as the man thought for a moment longer. "Has anyone ever seen him?"
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And what a question, too. "Seen him?" She thought about it. "No one, that I know of. Or heard from him." This wasn't typical behavior of somewhat with a maniacal plan, which, now that she thought about it, was worrisome. It likely meant that he either believed in what he was doing, or was intelligent. Nothing worse than an intelligent enemy.