cape_kore | 002 | 2014!Castiel | [video / action]

[For the past week, Cas has been holed up in the attic of House 16. As it turns ou, being sucked dry - heh - by an incubus takes quite a lot out of you. Fun as it may have been at the time, that particular part isn't something he's all too hot on repeating. On the upside the near-deah-experience of tumbling with a creature feeding on sexual energy has pretty much answered any and all questions he may have had in regards to asphyxiation with a big fat 'yeah, I don't think so'.

Right now, he's hanging out in the gazebo. Yeah, the very place the other Castiel, the real Castiel, is so very fond of, because Cas here is nothing if not a fan of self-flaggelation and bittersweet irony. Plus, of course, the pretty structure is made more interesting by the memory of dry-humping beneath it.

Good times.

Cas scrunches up his face, thoughts tumbling away from him like water droplets sliding down a window. At least the stuffy cotton kind of feeling is gone from his mind, which leaves him debating the little orange bottle in his pocket. Gotta stretch it out though, it's not gonna last forever.

Damn.

Sitting lotus-style, he presses buttons until the video feed clicks on. Yeah, he's still not all that hot on anything that's more technical than a gun, truth be told.]

So my dear, fellow... uh... residents of this lovely little... [He looks around, fishing for words] ... speck of dust somewhere within or without the universe. Not very spiriual, this place, isn't it. What exactly is it that you people... do, all day long, whenever you don't transform into, you know, illustrous monsters and creatures. [Good times, indeed.] As much as all he tension in my place of residence is amusing to watch, downtime can be spent in a number of ways much more, uh... enlightening and relaxing, but I digress. I'm thinking of... well, cleaning my gun, and since I'm actually not attempting to be terribly clever with puns just this once, this means I'll be wildly bored. Come on, humor me a little. [He grins, but his eyes dart away from the camera.] And the, uh, first person who asks why the trench coat is missing gets my thanks for volunteering as a practice target oh so kindly.

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Your trench coat is missing?

Also, there's really not a lot to do here, to be honest.

[ River is working in the hydroponics setup in the attic, so Castiel gets an excellent view of hands in dirt, small plants reaching towards the light. ] What do people do, trapped in a cage they never asked to be in?

Live. Mourn. Eat, drink, imbibe. Suffer. Laugh. Cry. Search. Organize. Plot. Build.

What all souls do.

How good of a shot? Eyes opened or closed? Fists opened or closed? Steady eyes, steady hands, steady minds? Are you easier to know than the other, your trench coat wearing former self, breaking all laws and rules of continuity.

[ People talked when he came and River listened. Why not? ]

You spoke like Book after the pages turned to ash in your hands. That won't happen to him. It happened to you? The icons rusted and hollowed no longer hallowed.

What do you want to do?

Edited 2013-05-08 19:19 (UTC)

[ Okay, so maybe Meg should be at home recovering from her run in with Crowley. The problem with demons hurting other demons is they know how to reach deep beyond the meatsuit to the true form beneath. Even after Feathers had patched her up she was still in a bad way.

Still, she's better than she was and laying about in bed or on the sofa all day is hardly her idea of a good time. Not unless she can get the boys to wait on her hand and foot, and somehow she can't see that happening.

If she ever makes it as Queen of Hell, she is going to lounge on her throne all day and get lackeys to do all the hard work. At least until she gets bored.

She heads out to the gazebo - the gazebo that she and Dean rebuilt - which apparently was come kind of symbolic representation of their relationship - or something. Whatever.

She shoots him a smirk. ] Why's the trench coat missing?

[He's curious about what a gun might be, since he's heard them mentioned before. First, though]

Are you saying you're not one of the people with magic powers?

There's always the bar.

[Balthazar still isn't completely sure what to make of this alternate Castiel. The way he talks makes it sound like his thoughts are so tired and sluggish the words skitter away before he's got a hold of them. It's almost painful to watch.

Still, it's his brother. In one form or another.]

Mind you, drinking all day gets old fairly quickly, as well. There's also a library. You could try hunting or fishing.

...Or sew yourself a new trenchcoat. [He couldn't resist.]

Why aren't you wearing a trenchcoat? It only makes a guy more attractive. [Focusing on the important part here, magic users and their crappy trenchcoats. There's enough of them to form a brigade...]

When you find something interesting to do, let me know.

[ Well. Now is as good a time as any to pop in. ]

Well, so you can walk a short distance without passing out now. Good to know.

That depends on what you qualify as spiritual, poppet. To some, complete desolation is spiritual. [Fortescue offers Cas a shrug. She's smirking, because "cleaning your gun" is a new slang term to her. It's certainly amusing.] I've been collecting objects for a friend, drinking, and memorizing the layout of this place. Not very exciting, if I'm to be honest, but it beats sitting around doing nothing.

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