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driftfleet2016-01-20 03:15 pm
heavenonearth) wrote in driftfleet2016-01-20 03:15 pm
Entry tags:
.oo1 / video + action
Who: Castiel (the cool one),
Broadcast: Fleetwide.
Action: The Marsiva
When: January 20th, late morning.
[ waking up confused isn't necessarily anything particularly new for castiel, but generally speaking in that case he's usually hungover, and when the fog clears he's in his bed, somewhere safe and familiar, not somewhere, well - like this. immediately he's alert and awake, feeling under his pillow for a knife that isn't there, sharp, instinctual panic burgeoning in his gut, but he controls it. you better bet he's got no idea he's being watched, too.
it's peaceful. this place reminds him of heaven, with its clean, sleek design and cool, quiet atmosphere, but he doesn't trust it any more than he trusts heaven. tense and wary, one hand flies immediately to his throat, then he's pulling it back to look at is as if he's expecting to see something there, but it's clean, and when he tugs up his shirt there's no blood there either, no bullet holes, no gaping wounds, only the same old scars. castiel stands, runs both hands through his unkempt hair, and eases in a steadying breath. he's a rangy looking thing, with a lean, hungry look about him, overgrown scruff and hair but hey - at least he's clean. cleaner than he's been in a long while. and someone did him the service of mending the long worn holes in his jeans and canvas jacket so that's.. nice. i guess.
all right, inventory first. his knife and handgun are both missing, naturally, but that doesn't mean he has to be happy about it. sitting again on the edge of his bunk, in his pockets he finds a mostly full pack of cigarettes with two joints stuffed in with them, a blue plastic bic lighter, a half bottle of pills, a two month old supply list, creased and folded, and a bottlecap. not too much of use when it comes to keeping yourself alive. exhaling in a puff of air, he stuffs it all back into his pockets, even the list and the bottlecap, and gets to his feet again. might as well pick around, right?
and by pick around i mean find the cafeteria almost instantly and gawp in awe at all of the food. ]
.. you're kidding me.
[ when you live in a world where things like toilet paper are scarce treasures, you really learn to appreciate food. there is zero hesitation before cas is all but diving at it like a man starved, picking at everything indiscriminately, eating and drinking and eating some more. he doesn't sit, only hovers near the counters like a buzzard over roadkill, and you'd better bet he's filling his pockets, too, with everything and anything he can fit.
all right, so maybe this isn't so bad. he should probably be wary of the food and all, but it's far too late for that. feel free to stumble across him/interrupt him at any point, he has no idea he's on candid camera. ]
Broadcast: Fleetwide.
Action: The Marsiva
When: January 20th, late morning.
[ waking up confused isn't necessarily anything particularly new for castiel, but generally speaking in that case he's usually hungover, and when the fog clears he's in his bed, somewhere safe and familiar, not somewhere, well - like this. immediately he's alert and awake, feeling under his pillow for a knife that isn't there, sharp, instinctual panic burgeoning in his gut, but he controls it. you better bet he's got no idea he's being watched, too.
it's peaceful. this place reminds him of heaven, with its clean, sleek design and cool, quiet atmosphere, but he doesn't trust it any more than he trusts heaven. tense and wary, one hand flies immediately to his throat, then he's pulling it back to look at is as if he's expecting to see something there, but it's clean, and when he tugs up his shirt there's no blood there either, no bullet holes, no gaping wounds, only the same old scars. castiel stands, runs both hands through his unkempt hair, and eases in a steadying breath. he's a rangy looking thing, with a lean, hungry look about him, overgrown scruff and hair but hey - at least he's clean. cleaner than he's been in a long while. and someone did him the service of mending the long worn holes in his jeans and canvas jacket so that's.. nice. i guess.
all right, inventory first. his knife and handgun are both missing, naturally, but that doesn't mean he has to be happy about it. sitting again on the edge of his bunk, in his pockets he finds a mostly full pack of cigarettes with two joints stuffed in with them, a blue plastic bic lighter, a half bottle of pills, a two month old supply list, creased and folded, and a bottlecap. not too much of use when it comes to keeping yourself alive. exhaling in a puff of air, he stuffs it all back into his pockets, even the list and the bottlecap, and gets to his feet again. might as well pick around, right?
and by pick around i mean find the cafeteria almost instantly and gawp in awe at all of the food. ]
.. you're kidding me.
[ when you live in a world where things like toilet paper are scarce treasures, you really learn to appreciate food. there is zero hesitation before cas is all but diving at it like a man starved, picking at everything indiscriminately, eating and drinking and eating some more. he doesn't sit, only hovers near the counters like a buzzard over roadkill, and you'd better bet he's filling his pockets, too, with everything and anything he can fit.
all right, so maybe this isn't so bad. he should probably be wary of the food and all, but it's far too late for that. feel free to stumble across him/interrupt him at any point, he has no idea he's on candid camera. ]
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[ cas's eyebrows shoot up even as he's lifting to the cigarette to his mouth and lighting it with two quick puffs. ]
For having only two interesting years to spend out of your otherwise apparently considerably boring life, you certainly didn't waste your time. But that's, uh, good to know.
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And it was weird. Really really weird, and unsettling. Like he couldn't quite decide if he was thinking about eating me alive or... [She blushes a little, because well, the other option could also be termed eating her alive.] I guess fate decided I needed to make up for lost time and threw everything at me it could think of. Serves me right for complaining, I guess.
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[ her stories are so fantastical that he can't help but wonder if she's simply making them up for entertainment's sake. fish people? .. all right, cas has admittedly seen some strange things, some bizarre monsters, some crazy gods. no shark gods, though. exhaling in a plume of smoke, he squints. ]
.. just where did you say you were from?
[ she didn't say, he knows, but humor him here. ]
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The Prime Material Plane, specifically the planet Toril, on the continent of Faerun, originally from the Sword Coast, I am most lately of the nation of Amn, specifically the city-state of Athkatla, which just so happens to be the capital.
[She can't even say it all with a straight face.]
I doubt you've heard of any of it. I seem to be the only one Atroma is interested in from my world, so far.
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Can't say I've heard of it.
[ but she knows that, of course, hadn't expected him to even before she voiced it. still, even though cas knows full well that the cosmos is vast, that it's rife with planets and life it's still difficult to get his head around, sometimes. god had always been specifically interested in earth, or at least that's what the angels were led to believe. for all he knows, this planet of hers may exist in another dimension entirely.
considering it theoretically, and actually hearing about it, meeting someone from another world entirely - not simply an alternate timeline or reality - is really something else. he gestures with one hand. ]
But the only one, hm? I told you you were special.
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Special? Is that a nice way of saying "extraordinarily unlucky"?
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Yeah, that's definitely one way of putting it.
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So I see you've neatly steered the conversation away from yourself. Am I only allowed to know your name and that you're very hungry and like to smoke those rolled up parchment things? Can't you spare a few small details? Your favorite color maybe?
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[ but he's considering it. she's been very honest, and there are some things he has no real reason to hide, and well, it's not very fair of him to have asked her questions that he isn't willing to answer himself. somehow, after everything, he still cares about people.
so he rests his head back again, lifting his eyes like he's thinking, and without lowering them to the camera again he takes another long drag. ]
Green. I'm fond of green, and blue. I'm from Earth. Or, well, most recently, at least. Heaven, before that.
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[It's her favorite too.]
I've heard of Earth, and before being brought here too. But it's in a different Material Plane. Very far out in the cosmos.
Can I ask what Heaven is?
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[ well, this isn't a conversation he's ever had before, that's for sure. he's certainly never met anyone who didn't understand the concept of heaven. a crease appears in his brow, thoughtful. ]
It's where human souls go when they die, assuming they have performed well in life and are judged to be worthy.
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[That sounds really nice.
Hang on a second.]
But you said you were there before Earth?
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[ it feels like an eternity since he's said that. just voicing it is.. odd, and a bit painful, but cas shrugs through it, waves a hand casually through all the smoke. ]
Or, well, I used to be. Not anymore, really.
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[Yeah, that's right. She's intrigued but not stunned or awed. She also believes him.]
What god did you serve under?
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[ there are other gods, too, on his earth. lesser gods, none so powerful as his own. that she believes him is.. a little surprising. most don't, initially. but she's not exactly ordinary, and he has no idea what it's like where she's from, how close her gods are with her people. ]
Gave that up years ago, though. I'm mortal now, or all but.
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[Ah well.]
Do you like it? Being mortal.
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he shakes away the thought. it doesn't matter. god left them all behind. what he may or may not be doing on another planet, or in another dimension.. cas doesn't want to think about it, doesn't want to know. ]
Nope. Not at all. [ he says, shrugging, sucking a slow breath through his teeth. ] But, you know, what can you do? I made a choice.
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I'm sorry. It can't be easy making that kind of adjustment.
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Eh, don't worry about it. I make it work. [ cas takes one last long drag, flicks the remaining ash carelessly onto the floor, then stubs the thing out on the side of his bunk. ] It is what it is.
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[Hahaha ohhh... She is not joking. Not really.]
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Yeah, I know the feeling. And it's cute, that you're worried, but I'm a big boy. I've made it this far.
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Well, I suppose you're not wrong. [ a sigh. ] All right, if I'm feeling in need of looking out for, you'll be the first I call.
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[Hang out some time maybe? You are very nifty.]
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I like that idea. And hey, that street runs both ways.
[ did he just wink? yeah, he definitely did. ]