[Allen is sitting in a tree with his back against the trunk and tossing an apple in the air. He catches it each time it comes down. Sometimes he takes a bite of it
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[Allen arrives silently but announces his approach with heavy footfalls. Unlike his usual green trenchcoat, today he's wearing the black and red uniform of the Black Order.
He steps over to the wall and joins Castiel on the edge. He doesn't beat around the bush, just comes right out with it.]
I don't think Raphael is going to heal Mister Nick. ...in case anything happens, I was hoping I could ask you to hold onto something for me. [Allen looks at him seriously before he tugs something gold, the size of a man's palm out of his pocket. It's a round ball with a cross on its face and tiny little arms and legs.
A long tail leaves the pocket, the circular tuft at the end swishing. It flutters its wings once, twice, and seems to stare directly at the angel. It seems to find him acceptable because then it grins, showing off two rows of shark-like teeth.] This is Timcampi, he's a golem my master made.
[Offline]wingsandwillOctober 19 2011, 06:41:22 UTC
[Castiel tilts his head slightly to the side at Allen's words, then farther at the sight of Timcampi. What even... The little thing is fascinating to him and though the teeth are slightly alarming, he's far too curious to be deterred, reaching out a hand toward it.]
A golem?
[Not really like traditional imaginings of a golem, which were beings they didn't really have in his world anyway. And he looks from Timcampi back to Allen.]
Why are you asking me?
[Of all people to for Allen to leave something with for safekeeping, he isn't sure why it would be him.]
[Tim reaches out with his hands to touch Castiel's fingers as Allen smiles a bit.]
He's a special golem, none of the others the science department made are like him.
[He dodges the question at first, making himself a little more comfortable on the wall. It's been a long few days and after each fight he's witnessed it all boils down to one thing.]
Because besides Anna, you seem the most human angel I've met.
[He picks at his sleeve, thinking of home and his struggles in that dungeon to stay awake while they questioned him over and over again.]
You think before you act. Most people here just act. And Tim is approving of you. He's a good judge of character.
[Offline]wingsandwillOctober 20 2011, 02:49:32 UTC
[Castiel is fascinated by the golem, letting him touch his fingers with his tiny hands. He allows the delay in answering from Allen, as he does it often enough himself, but at the answer he pauses.
Dean's words ring in his head, from when they were still both at home in their world, before Sam's soul had been returned. You used to be human, or at least like one. Despite being mortal he's not sure if he's become more human, again, but perhaps he has.]
Does he need anything to live?
[He asks the question as sort of a deflection, but he also doesn't want to kill the thing, if it needs to be fed. Then, he's silent a moment, before responding back on topic.]
Lack of action seems to be more of an issue with many.
[People here seem content to pass judgement and do nothing, as far as he's seen, really. And if they do act, it's as Allen said, without thinking.]
[Offline]wingsandwillOctober 24 2011, 04:38:16 UTC
[Okay, that's good. At least then he won't have to worry about him dying due to Castiel's inability to take care of a small living creature, though to be fair he hasn't been doing a bad job with his kitten.
[The only concern Tim will be is when he randomly coughs something up that's stored inside him.
Allen nods and looks at Castiel.]
You know how Jean Louis and some others are all about people being punished for things they didn't do? It was worse than that. People wanted to fight, not even giving chances for what had been done. While I don't blame them, their wars from their homes were flooding and overwhelming people who had no part in them.
[Offline]wingsandwillOctober 25 2011, 04:44:17 UTC
Do you mean in regards to the events?
[He ignores that last part, uncomfortably reminded of the problems of his own world once again. That was pretty much exactly what they'd all done as they arrived.]
Yes.
In person is fine.
[Though he can't travel all that far due to both the whole mortal thing and his death price, so he waits for Allen to propose where to meet.]
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That's fine. It won't take me long to get there.
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[And he'll be out on the grounds, sitting on top of a half-crumbled wall as he waits, when Allen arrives.]
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He steps over to the wall and joins Castiel on the edge. He doesn't beat around the bush, just comes right out with it.]
I don't think Raphael is going to heal Mister Nick. ...in case anything happens, I was hoping I could ask you to hold onto something for me. [Allen looks at him seriously before he tugs something gold, the size of a man's palm out of his pocket. It's a round ball with a cross on its face and tiny little arms and legs.
A long tail leaves the pocket, the circular tuft at the end swishing. It flutters its wings once, twice, and seems to stare directly at the angel. It seems to find him acceptable because then it grins, showing off two rows of shark-like teeth.] This is Timcampi, he's a golem my master made.
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A golem?
[Not really like traditional imaginings of a golem, which were beings they didn't really have in his world anyway. And he looks from Timcampi back to Allen.]
Why are you asking me?
[Of all people to for Allen to leave something with for safekeeping, he isn't sure why it would be him.]
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He's a special golem, none of the others the science department made are like him.
[He dodges the question at first, making himself a little more comfortable on the wall. It's been a long few days and after each fight he's witnessed it all boils down to one thing.]
Because besides Anna, you seem the most human angel I've met.
[He picks at his sleeve, thinking of home and his struggles in that dungeon to stay awake while they questioned him over and over again.]
You think before you act. Most people here just act. And Tim is approving of you. He's a good judge of character.
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Dean's words ring in his head, from when they were still both at home in their world, before Sam's soul had been returned. You used to be human, or at least like one. Despite being mortal he's not sure if he's become more human, again, but perhaps he has.]
Does he need anything to live?
[He asks the question as sort of a deflection, but he also doesn't want to kill the thing, if it needs to be fed. Then, he's silent a moment, before responding back on topic.]
Lack of action seems to be more of an issue with many.
[People here seem content to pass judgement and do nothing, as far as he's seen, really. And if they do act, it's as Allen said, without thinking.]
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Allen nods quietly in agreement.]
Believe me, it's better than when people were ready to lynch anyone different.
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He looks over at Allen's comment.]
They used to be?
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Allen nods and looks at Castiel.]
You know how Jean Louis and some others are all about people being punished for things they didn't do? It was worse than that. People wanted to fight, not even giving chances for what had been done. While I don't blame them, their wars from their homes were flooding and overwhelming people who had no part in them.
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[He ignores that last part, uncomfortably reminded of the problems of his own world once again. That was pretty much exactly what they'd all done as they arrived.]
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