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[cherishpity]

[ hello discedo! there's a man in a trenchcoat standing in the middle of street. he seems to be incredibly intent on staring at something on the horizon, but whatever it is apparently can't be seen by the human eye. after a few minutes of complete silence, the man finally speaks up, with utter confusion in his voice ]This doesn't make any sense

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[Voice]

[dontcallmegol]

{Don't look now but your communicator is talking back to you.}

Don't worry, that's normal.

[Voice]

[cherishpity]

[ guess who is terrible with technology ]

Hello? Hello?

... Should I repeat my name?

[Voice]

[dontcallmegol]

Uhm... {Slightly awkward.}

Sure. {Hey you sound kinda familiar... Only not as stoned.}

[Voice]

[cherishpity]

Castiel.

[ and now he waits, because the voice always tells him what to do after that ]

[Voice]

[dontcallmegol]

{Oh jeeze, it's a good thing Ace doesn't have a clue what you're actually waiting on. He could totally take advantage of this situation if he were CERTAIN OTHER PEOPLE.}

Castiel... Yeah, now I know why you sound so familiar! You were here before. Though uh, I guess you don't remember?

Names Ace. Portgas D. Ace.

[Voice]

[cherishpity]

I don't remember. This isn't a common occurrence; I have never forgotten anything in my few millennia of existence.

Hello Ace, Portgas D. Ace.

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[dontcallmegol]

M-MILLENNIA!??

[Voice] 2/2

[dontcallmegol]

{Yeah he didn't learn the whole angel/fallen angel thing either.}

A-ah just Ace will do.

[voice]

[cherishpity]

Yes. I believe that is the correct term.

Hello, Ace. I suppose you knew me from before.

[voice]

[dontcallmegol]

Man and I thought Pops was old...

What are you? I mean, if you don't mind me asking?

Yeah, I met a uh... different version of you, pretty sure of it. {Cause you don't sound like a stoner.}