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[wayofthorns]

Who: wayofthorns & YOU!
Where: Anywhere in Espoir. Castiel is 'flutter-porting' around from location to location.
Style: I'll match. 1st person, 3rd, even action spam.
Status: OPEN

NOTE: Castiel possesses the ability to appear and disappear from one place to another in the blink of an eye, although it's usually coupled with a gust of wind and the sound of

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Welp, it had to happen at some point.

[_devil_inside]

Contrary to what was probably presumed to be his "lifestyle", Dante did, in fact, utilize more than pizza for food. In fact, the devil hunter was quite fond of a particularly savory and spicy stir fry, the recipe of which only he was privy to since it'd been one of Tony Redgrave's trade secrets.

Hence why the tall white-haired man was leisurely browsing the market in the village, hunting down the spices and other ingredients needed to make a huge pot of the stuff, which would probably last a week or so, saving him the chore of cooking or ordering out.

Absent of trademark hunting regalia - the red-and-black ensemble, along with brightly glowing demonic sword - he'd opted to bring along just one of the twin pistols, snugly nestled beneath his plain black biker jacket. White t-shirt, faded jeans and nondescript boots completed the look, rendering him just another human, save for what roiled within his mixed blood.

And it was that blood that clarioned in his blood, he reaching for that black pistol even as a sudden gust of wind stirred platinum locks and hard blue eyes locked on the newcomer - who just appeared near the fruit stand- , as did the sights of that massive hand-canon.

"...what the fuck!"

[ooc: I'm sure Castiel would be able to sense Dante's devil blood; I'm cool with it. ♥]

[wayofthorns]

Both Dante and Castiel proved that looks could be incredibly deceiving. Cas resembled an accountant in his well worn trenchcoat and suit, an accountant who had quietly unsheathed his angel blade in the commotion. The blade was hidden behind his suit sleeve, but anyone with enough experience would have realized the angel was most certainly armed. By nature he did not trust demons, but there was something off about this fellow, and for once, Castiel held back.

"That," Castiel gave a pointed stare at the gun, "would be stupid."

He could have elaborated that guns, rock salt or knives didn't work too well against angelic beings, but he saw no need to give the other party any more information than necessary.

[_devil_inside]

The hammer cocking back on the black pistol was loud in the sudden silence. Blue eyes narrowed behind it, never wavering, never blinking.

"Yeah. Materializing outta nowhere and shockin' a man ain't exactly smart...pal."

An unheard snarl reverberated in Dante's ears, but he was hardly a rank amateur to just shoot first and sift through the pieces later. No, he'd lived too long for that, despite the human in his blood.

"Back off."

[wayofthorns]

"I didn't materialize."

Trivial, but Castiel liked particularities. Technically, he just traveled faster than humans could comprehend. The snap of the hammer would have worried most people, but Castiel continued to stand there, unperturbed. If his face showed anything, it would have been the slightest look of pity in his eyes. There was far too much suspicion in the stranger.

[_devil_inside]

"You say 'potato', dude."

In all honesty, Dante didn't give a shit how this....being had "appeared", the problem was that he had and the demon within didn't like one little bit. The devil hunter had hunted his share of creatures, both of the human world and the other, and this here "dude" was definitely giving off that "other" vibe.

Big time.

"I asked nicely," he intoned in a level voice. Well, nice for him, anyway. "Let's not make this...unpleasant, yeah?" An eyebrow arched in minute irony. "Bullets might not do much," testament to the fact he knew this bloke wasn't a mere human, "but I guaran-damn-tee they won't do ya any good, pal."

[wayofthorns]

"Potato, actually."

But Castiel got the message. Even Dean had wasted around two rounds of rock salt before Cas understood that people were generally wary of strangers in trenchcoats. Castiel frowned, noting the undeniable tone of disrespect in the stranger's voice. After dying, being brought back and stopping the apocalypse, the very least people could do was show a modicum of respect.

"No, I think this situation is unpleasant enough as it is. I'll leave, but as a warning for next time-" Castiel's voice dropped a pitch. "I would strongly recommend using a more respectful tone, demon."

[_devil_inside]

Dante bristled at being labeled a damned demon, even though it was technically true. He flicked the hammer back then shoved the pistol back in its holster, but his gaze softened not one iota.

"Don't do me any favors, pal. And if you can't see past the fuckin' demon, you're no good to me anyway. So just toddle off and find you some orphans t' save, huh?"

Bitter? Yeah. It wasn't so much the presence as it was the instant judgment afforded. He couldn't help what he was, and a lifetime of having to defend that fact, both physically and mentally, had left cruel marks on the man. He'd been long resigned to his fate, didn't question it, didn't even mind it, but be damned if some jackass with a complex just whooshed into being and branded him nothing more than a demon.

Hell'd freeze first.

[wayofthorns]

Orphans, really? What was with the misconception that angels spent their days helping people and saving orphans? Sam had thought the same thing at first too. But enough of that tangent. Castiel certainly wasn't here to pick a fight, and in his defense, at least he hadn't attempted to smite Dante the second he laid eyes on him.

"You haven't given me any reason to look past what you are. Perhaps you should take a good look at yourself, then ask what other people would see first."

Even if Dante replied, Castiel didn't hang around long enough to hear. With a slight gust and the sound of invisible murmuring, Castiel 'whooshed' out.