[castiel † 1] For they cannot sleep unless they have done wrong;

[rushofwingbeats]

Who: Castiel and you!
Where: Near the southeastern forests of Espoir.
Style: Whatever you want! I'm flexible
Status: Open.

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[gleam_and_glow]

Rapunzel has been exploring, bit by bit anyway. The world at large -- even a dream world at large -- is still a big place, after all, and a little overwhelming to a girl who has spent all but a day and a half confined to a tower. But still, she was managing. She'd even managed to find a decent pair of shoes and a cloak, that was currently wrapped tight about her slight frame, her long train of golden hair still following after her, though she'd made some effort to tie it up so that a mere 30 feet trailed behind her at the moment

[rushofwingbeats]

Castiel is quiet and unmoving in his sleep, and if he's having any dreams there's no external show of it. He certainly doesn't acknowledge the girl sneaking over and sitting in front of him. For what it's worth, he doesn't look externally cold - there's no shivering or chattering of teeth or goosebumps. He just looks like one comfortably asleep gentleman, albeit a little hobo-y, what with the coat and five o'clock shadow.

When the chameleon hops onto his chest, though, he startles slightly, and then after a few moments, wakes. He blinks a few moments before looking up at Rapunzel, leaning forward and either forgetting or disregarding the lizard on his jacket.

"Was I asleep?"

[gleam_and_glow]

Rapunzel startled a bit herself when the man wakes up. Pascal went tumbling with a cooing and dismayed little sound, until he was scooped by the blonde. With a sheepish little shrug, Rapunzel half began to apologize before she heard that question.

"Oh, umm... yes. That's sure what it looked like to me. I was just going to make sure you were okay. What with it being winter and all, chilly for napping. Maybe. Or! Maybe not, depending where you're from."

[rushofwingbeats]

"I'm not cold." He sounded very sure of himself in this matter, at least. He also sounded distracted (and looked so), pulling his hands out of his pockets and staring at the backs and the palms like he was growing sores or something. He flexed his hands and turned them into fists a few times, like he'd forgotten how to work his own body.

"Do you know how long I was asleep for?" He sounds a little demanding now, or maybe concerned, but probably both. There's definitely something wrong.

[seekingbody]

[ First 'cause I'm lazy...

Alphonse never slept, either. But when he saw a man just sleeping on the bench, he can't help but wonder if the man is okay. It isn't exactly normal for humans to sleep in public like that... he approaches cautiously. And then, in a tiny voice: ] A-ah... excuse me... sir...

[ It's so strange; he wanted to make sure the man was alright, but he didn't want to wake him. ... What do. ]

[rushofwingbeats]

[Castiel shifts slightly and makes a noise, but he doesn't wake all the way up. his head falls farther forward as he moves. For what it's worth, he displays no outward signs of being cold: no chattering teeth, goosebumps, or shivering.]

[seekingbody]

[ Well, at least he's not dead. And he doesn't look injured or uncomfortable. Even still... it's the middle of winter, and even though Al can't feel temperature, he still knows that this is pretty cold. ]

Excuse me, sir... [ This time, it's said louder, and he places a giant, freezing, metal hand on the man's shoulder ]

It might be warmer to sleep inside...

[rushofwingbeats]

[The freezing metal hand startles him awake, shockingly.. At the appearance of a giant robot, his eyes go wide with surprise, and as an instinct he presses one hand to the closest part of Al he can touch - preferably his chest, but the arm will to do. By the way, Al, when he clenches his hand, the guy is way stronger than he appears.

Then when nothing happens, he stares at his hand, even more confused. He seems to have momentarily forgotten about the robot. ]

[nouniform]

Sorata's walking along, quickly because of the weather-it's colder than Japan here, he's just not used to it, puts his whole tough and from the country thing to shame-he's in a hurry to get home. As he takes a possible shortcut, debating whether or not to just use his power to run back, he spots a figure on a bench.

He automatically slows, and then speeds up again when he sees the person's eyes are closed, stopping in front of the bench and grasping the man by the right shoulder. "Hey! Mister! Are you alright?"

[rushofwingbeats]

When Sorata pushes him, Castiel wakes up. If Sorata has any weird sense powers, he'll feel something big and nasty and hot as the angel startles awake, and even if he's perfectly normal there might be prickling on the back of his neck like a static breeze and a bad hunch.

Instantly there's a long silver dagger in his hand (it must have come from his waist but there's no evident sheath), and Castiel's lips pressed tight in alertness.

He looks around his environment once or twice before settling back onto the bench, the blade suddenly gone. He seems to have realized that an angel is not about to kill him. Then, he focuses on Sorata.

"Did you wake me?" It's more of a demand than a question.

[nouniform]

He tries to hide the wince. It's a strange feeling, sensing magic- a kind of painful ringing in his ears, as though he just shot up or down two miles. It's not a pleasant feeling. But he forces a smile, holding up his left hand to show it is empty. His right hand is empty, too, but paralyzed- he couldn't bend his fingers if he tried, so he doesn't bother showing it. "Relax, mister! An' of course I did! I'm glad you're alright! You shouldn't sleep out in the snow!"

[rushofwingbeats]

Once Castiel realizes it's only this person - Sorata, from their conversation last night, he suddenly notices - he calms down, more distracted by his body then Sorata's attempts to show he's peaceful.

"Thank you for your consideration, but I'm not cold," he says, staring at his knees like they're lying to him. He looks up at Sorata, studying him rather intently. "Do you know how long I was asleep?"

[snapekillsedgar]

Nothing like his daily police patrolling to get Elliot Nightray to actually meet people. Especially people sleeping on benches. Technically it wasn't against the law, but people were pretty much given places to sleep here. There was no point in freezing outside in the winter time. Usually, he wouldn't have assumed this would take to long. He'd nudge the person, tell them where to go, and move on... But he recognized the person this time. In fact, he'd spoken to him just the other day.

"So, you do sleep after all." Elliot said loudly enough to wake the other man as he approached the bench.

[rushofwingbeats]

Castiel startled awake to Elliot's voice, which wasn't immediately familiar, but eventually jogged a memory. A long conversation, and blasphemy, and trying to figure out his own worldview while trying to stay together in front of some total stranger.

His face is uncomprehending, briefly, before he looks at his hands, turning them palm up to palm down, like he's expecting to see something; he touches his face and his neck and the tie like he may have gained another head. Then, he pulls a long silver dagger out of his jacket, testing how it feels in his hand, its weight. He pricks the tip of his finger with it gently, studying the wound. By the way, the wound in question glows briefly, like one drop of blood. Quite suddenly, the dagger is gone.

"I'm not supposed to be able to sleep," he says, more to himself than to Elliot. "Something's wrong. More wrong than this.... place." There's evident disgust in his voice.

Just to let you know, I am writing a Gabriel app at the moment, just to try him out.

[snapekillsedgar]

Elliot watched silently as the angel awoke, and continued to remain silent as Castiel looked himself over with only a look of slight confusion on his face. It was only when he saw the flash of the dagger that he tensed, his eyes going wide. He took a step back, a hand instinctively moving to the hilt of his heirloom sword. For a second, he thought the angel was going to try to punish him for the conversation the other day.

... And then he realized the dagger wasn't even being brandished at him, but rather at it's own owner.

"What the hell are you---?!" The vanishing dagger stops him mid-sentence, and Castiel's mutterings made him drop it for the moment. The man's voice made his confusion about his state so obvious that Elliot couldn't help but feel a little sorry for him. He sighed, thinking of a way to explain this.

"It is this place." He said, lowering his hand from the sword hilt and taking a few steps closer again. "It's because you're here. Didn't happen to me, but I've heard it makes people closer to normal, if they're not

just so you know, hearts just exploded from my eyes & if you need to musebox i am here

[rushofwingbeats]

His lip twists in a small sneer. "Human," he says, and keeps staring at his hands like they will give him the answer. He'd been human once, after trying to get Michael's vessel, and he remembered clearly being cold and sick and in pain, and tired, and hungry, and he was absolutely sure he desired none of it back.

"This place is cursed, then," he says, more of a statement than a question. "I didn't have a nightmare," he adds, which seems to be the next step for a curse. Maybe that only happens for a full night's sleep. "If this place is forcing a being of my power passively, it's more powerful than I originally assumed."

[alphaophiuchi]

[it wasn't every day that Draco found random men passed out near his house. Perhaps it wasn't his forest, per se, but his last conversation with his mother had suggested that she more than believed that the general area around Malfoy Manor was theirs, and there was nothing anyone could do about that. So...in a way, the forest was his. Yep.

[But if it was his property, then that was his bench, and he could exercise his right to get hobos and strange sleeping men off of it.]

Oi.

[rushofwingbeats]

[Castiel startles awake at the shout, looking around to try and orient himself back. He looks confused. Like he has just been startled awake from a surprise nap. He stares down at his lap, and the sun, and then he looks at Draco.]

Was I asleep?

[alphaophiuchi]

Yes. Yes, you were. Inexplicably, though I suppose...dressed like that, you haven't found a nice cottage to squat in, I take it?

[...what a weirdo.]

[rushofwingbeats]

I ... did not mean to fall asleep.

[He looks down at his clothes, which look the same as usual - a little cheap, but clean, his tie loose and a bit crooked. Then, he studied the boy: definitely a boy, perhaps almost a man, in finery.]

Is there something wrong with these clothes? [A beat.] I don't have any money for a cottage.