[She raises an eyebrow, and her eyes flash that creepy red and black for a long moment before going back to blue.]
All scans indicate that you're a charmingly squishy organic being, so I can assure you that we were born of different circumstances. But as a reference to our philosophical approach to life, perhaps you're correct.
[hmm, those eyes, a demon trait, but cas can see that this is her true form and not a vessel harboring hell spawn. and of course by doing a scan or his own, or perhaps by just intuitively knowing, castiel concludes that this is not a creature of flesh and blood. no heart-beat. no soul.
this is definitely a new one on him and it's not very often that happens, maybe once every few millenia.
frowningly slightly, cas tips his head to one side, curious.]
[why do people keep fixating on that? human occult law is baffling to say the least BUT FINE angel of thursday he is. whatever.
also 'little'? don't even.
DED SRS] My true form is the approximate size of your Chrysler Building, but to answer your question: recent. . . events [you know, like the angels actually WANTING to bring about the apocalypse and God kinda just being all 'meh' about it] have lead me to view things in a completely. . . [what's the term?] different light. Question certain. . .allegiances.
[Hey, it's what has ended up in her database somehow. Probably too much Discovery Channel during mission downtime.
She raises an eyebrow at that - okay, not so little Castiel. That has a ring to it.]
That does sound sticky. What kind of events would have you considering betrayal, not so little Castiel? [Just goes to show that organics can't be relied upon for absolute loyalty, huh.]
[Betrayal is an ugly word, one he's been saying to himself far too frequently these days, so much so that he's not even sure who's betraying who anymore. Did their Father betray them, leaving His angels to rule and watch over His children unchecked in His stead? Did his brothers betray their Father and all Castiel has ever believed in? Or has he been the betrayer, turning his back on his brothers, learning about free will and choosing to side with humanity? Maybe blame lies with them all, but trying to assign it is starting to make his head hurt.
He smiles every so slightly as it (it's nothing personal. Human's are also 'it's) seems polite enough]
My friends call me Cas. And it's. . .complicated. [Dean would probably be able to simplify it in 4 words of less though.] My brothers want to bring about the apocalypse. And our Father is no where to be found.
[Wait is he saying they could be friends? That's... new. And definitely outside of her mission parameters. But...]
Cas, then. If I'm correct in the assumption that wish to be friends. I wouldn't mind attempting it.
[She taps her hands together a couple of times, thinking about this very seriously. The phrase apocalypse isn't something to be taken lightly.]
So you've found yourself on the side that wants to destroy the world, but you're not so sure it's the right thing to do - but you can't stop them by yourself either? That's a shame, there's a lot in this world that's much too beautiful to be destroyed, and I'd prefer not to cease to exist myself.
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trenchcoat) wrote2012-06-27 10:50 pm
OH LORD ALL THESE EDITS
I do not know who you are, but it seems as though we are born of a similar creed, you and I.
LMFA IT'S ALL GOOD BABY
All scans indicate that you're a charmingly squishy organic being, so I can assure you that we were born of different circumstances. But as a reference to our philosophical approach to life, perhaps you're correct.
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this is definitely a new one on him and it's not very often that happens, maybe once every few millenia.
frowningly slightly, cas tips his head to one side, curious.]
What are you?
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A "semi-autonomous, artificially intelligent, limited nanofunction, humanform mecha construct."
[With that, she stops bouncing.]
But you can call me Gothic Lolita.
no subject
Cas smiles politely.]
Hello Gothic Lolita, my name is Castiel.
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[She smiles back and gives a little wave.]
Pleased to meet you. What has you questioning the meaning of existence, little Castiel?
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also 'little'? don't even.
DED SRS] My true form is the approximate size of your Chrysler Building, but to answer your question: recent. . . events [you know, like the angels actually WANTING to bring about the apocalypse and God kinda just being all 'meh' about it] have lead me to view things in a completely. . . [what's the term?] different light. Question certain. . .allegiances.
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She raises an eyebrow at that - okay, not so little Castiel. That has a ring to it.]
That does sound sticky. What kind of events would have you considering betrayal, not so little Castiel? [Just goes to show that organics can't be relied upon for absolute loyalty, huh.]
no subject
He smiles every so slightly as it (it's nothing personal. Human's are also 'it's) seems polite enough]
My friends call me Cas. And it's. . .complicated. [Dean would probably be able to simplify it in 4 words of less though.] My brothers want to bring about the apocalypse. And our Father is no where to be found.
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Cas, then. If I'm correct in the assumption that wish to be friends. I wouldn't mind attempting it.
[She taps her hands together a couple of times, thinking about this very seriously. The phrase apocalypse isn't something to be taken lightly.]
So you've found yourself on the side that wants to destroy the world, but you're not so sure it's the right thing to do - but you can't stop them by yourself either? That's a shame, there's a lot in this world that's much too beautiful to be destroyed, and I'd prefer not to cease to exist myself.