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logsinthenight2020-01-11 11:24 pm
lunchbreaks) wrote in logsinthenight2020-01-11 11:24 pm
ansa vilt í náttini svørtu // catch-all // semi-open
characters: Aziraphale and... you?
location: Miner's Castle #3, or your home, or town square
date/time: Jan 7th-25th ish?
content: Catch-all up to the total blackout event (??? i forgot what this was called again and i just looked it up)
warnings: Extremely fussy angel
It's cold outside (open)
[ Aziraphale took all of the vegetables and the meats and seasonings that Crowley had gotten from the grocery - braved the cold to go retrieve him, bless - and naturally used it to make soup. A lot of soup. Way too much soup. In fact, this is a miraculous amount of soup for the ingredients used, and quite tasty. It helps that it's been bulked up by some sort of grain - rice, noodles, perhaps both. It's not as hearty as a stew, but it manages to fill container upon container.
Which means that, naturally, at your door, stands a snowman-looking being. He has pale blue eyes and frosty eyelashes peeking up over his scarf. He appears to have either fashioned a coat out of a comforter, or just to be wearing one tied around himself, since he looks more marshmallow than human at the moment.
But what is really, really important, is that he is holding an impossibly hot container in his hands. ]
May I come in? I've made some soup for your household.
Let's stay in (closed to Miner's Castle #3 Residents)
[ It's cold outside, so once everyone's in and there appears to be enough supplies for everyone to hunker down for duration of the cold snap, Aziraphale starts to place pieces of fabric or fuzz or whatever is available around the sides of windows, around the edges of doors, to try and fill in the gaps.
He frowns at the sheer amount of items needing covered, wonders if he shouldn't just draw the curtains and tape them shut. Occasionally he'll either enlist the help of one of his housemates, or go check up on them to make sure they're not in need of tea or a blanket. ]
You'll catch cold like that.
[ He'll say this, regardless of how warmly the other is dressed.
Eventually, he might pull out a boardgame from a previous resident, and blow off the dust, set up the pieces, and see if his family would like to stay snowed-in and play. ]
Oh look, yarn! (open)
[ Aziraphale can't knit or crochet to save his life. But what he can do is make frames out of sticks, and wrap the yarn around them to make snowshoes. It doesn't look like this is going to melt anytime soon, or quickly, so he thinks this might be a pertinent venture. If you ask, he'll make you a pair. Or, he'll teach you! ]
location: Miner's Castle #3, or your home, or town square
date/time: Jan 7th-25th ish?
content: Catch-all up to the total blackout event (??? i forgot what this was called again and i just looked it up)
warnings: Extremely fussy angel
It's cold outside (open)
[ Aziraphale took all of the vegetables and the meats and seasonings that Crowley had gotten from the grocery - braved the cold to go retrieve him, bless - and naturally used it to make soup. A lot of soup. Way too much soup. In fact, this is a miraculous amount of soup for the ingredients used, and quite tasty. It helps that it's been bulked up by some sort of grain - rice, noodles, perhaps both. It's not as hearty as a stew, but it manages to fill container upon container.
Which means that, naturally, at your door, stands a snowman-looking being. He has pale blue eyes and frosty eyelashes peeking up over his scarf. He appears to have either fashioned a coat out of a comforter, or just to be wearing one tied around himself, since he looks more marshmallow than human at the moment.
But what is really, really important, is that he is holding an impossibly hot container in his hands. ]
May I come in? I've made some soup for your household.
Let's stay in (closed to Miner's Castle #3 Residents)
[ It's cold outside, so once everyone's in and there appears to be enough supplies for everyone to hunker down for duration of the cold snap, Aziraphale starts to place pieces of fabric or fuzz or whatever is available around the sides of windows, around the edges of doors, to try and fill in the gaps.
He frowns at the sheer amount of items needing covered, wonders if he shouldn't just draw the curtains and tape them shut. Occasionally he'll either enlist the help of one of his housemates, or go check up on them to make sure they're not in need of tea or a blanket. ]
You'll catch cold like that.
[ He'll say this, regardless of how warmly the other is dressed.
Eventually, he might pull out a boardgame from a previous resident, and blow off the dust, set up the pieces, and see if his family would like to stay snowed-in and play. ]
Oh look, yarn! (open)
[ Aziraphale can't knit or crochet to save his life. But what he can do is make frames out of sticks, and wrap the yarn around them to make snowshoes. It doesn't look like this is going to melt anytime soon, or quickly, so he thinks this might be a pertinent venture. If you ask, he'll make you a pair. Or, he'll teach you! ]
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I'm not even sure if we can get sick, really.
[ He doesn't want to chance it, but he also just doesn't know. It's very frustrating, having no knowledge of something that you once took for granted. ]
If you don't wish to eat it, I won't be offended.
Did you put all these sigils up yourself?
[ What a dumb question, Aziraphale, who knows that there's exactly two angels and one demon inside this entire town and several witches, but none of them who make these sort of protective staves. Not these specific ones. ]
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He'll try the soup. There seems to significance there. ]
This place has strange effects. I'm used to not needing sleep or sustenance, yet here... I preferred partaking on occasion because I wanted to, not because I had to.
[ Still, goes to retrieve bowls.
Two - if the cold affects him, it stands to reason it affects Aziraphale. And Castiel... misses sharing things with angels. Even something as utterly, ludicrously, heart-warmingly human as sharing a meal. ]
Yes. I'm not sure they will be effective here, but thought it remiss not to try. I entertained the notion of testing the devil's trap by inviting your friend, but thought you might disapprove.
[ Hidden in between the lines of those words: Aziraphale's opinion matters, admitted indirectly, carefully.
Castiel puts bowls and spoons on the table. Ellever isn't present, so the second bowl cannot be mistaken for anything other than a quiet invitation. Or so he hopes, at least.
His people skills are, indeed, a little rusty. ]
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Well, you can always ask him, yourself. And I'll come to let him out, if he won't trust you with it.
[ He can't imagine Crowley would willingly sign himself up for such a thing, but it might tell them a little more about this place. And they could always try it on the spirits - even though Aziraphale doesn't see anything demonic about them, he does think that there's something... odd he can't put his finger on. ]
Are you sleeping alright, Cassiel? It took me awhile to figure out how. And even now, I think that's the hardest part, the sleeping. I simply can't do it, sometimes, even though the body feels exhausted. Awful things, these bodies.
Six thousand years in this one, you'd think I'd be accustomed to it.
[ He breathes a deep sigh. ]
Well, you know how it is.
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He's Castiel. To Balthazar, he was Cassie. To Dean, Sam, most everyone else from home, he's Cas. Maybe to Aziraphale he's Cassiel. ]
I've never held a vessel so long. I've rarely been on Earth...-
[ Castiel stops himself short there, a troubled expression on his features for a moment. As far as he can recall, it's been rare. He has no way of knowing how often he's been on Earth, though. Not know that he knows what Naomi's been doing for billions of years.
Is this memory of that fish crawling onto land even real? ]
I know most of us like to keep the vessels on hold. It's... not ever sat right with me. I let mine have their lives back after accomplishing what I was sent to earth for.
[ He touches his chest, almost like he's carefully not indicating himself. ]
This one is different. When I died the first time, Jimmy perished. His soul is in Heaven, and I failed the promise I made to him and his family.
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Heaven doesn't just assign you a body?
[ He supposes if it's temporary enough, that they'd just stuff him into someone else's form. It's not like he didn't share one with Madam Tracy, but that was only for a few hours. ]
How terrible, I guess they must only do so for long-term assignments or Archangels.
[ He doesn't roll his eyes, but the disdain is slightly audible in his voice. ]
I'm so sorry, my dear, I had no idea you'd been made to share your body with someone each time you visited Earth.
Awful business, that is.
--When we get back, you know. You'll have plenty of time to try and set things right with Jimmy's family.
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They don't... just get bodies. If anything, archangels are more limited in choice of vessels. They burn through unsuitable ones fast.
[ And then his eyes widen a little, not just confused but borderline shocked. His expression doesn't seem to change much; the eyes tell a lot however in reading him as he processes the information. ]
That body you have. It's not a vessel.... it's... yours?
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[ And there is nothing worse than paperwork, obviously. But as he's had this form for six thousand years, he thinks that it'd been worth the hassle to procure. ]
I guess that makes sense, since this one doesn't age like humans' do and it's still quite malleable. For instance, I only keep a stomach in it because I like to eat.
[ Thoughts whirr in Aziraphale's head as well, as he realizes... ]
--Do you need to... breathe? And eat, and all that? Dreadful business.
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[ Castiel gestures, perhaps a little self-consciously at the body. ]
I'm not restricted by such things. My grace maintains the vessel just fine, though I can eat, if I so please. I only require rest when I'm drained.
[ And here he thought his continued use of a vessel lacking the human soul was... weird, at best, a choice made to honour the fact that he was resurrected with it and didn't have the time or energy to spare during the Apocalypse to search a new one. NOw... it's just become comfortable. He wouldn't mourn its loss were he to have to switch, and yet... perhaps he's just grown fond of it. ]
I always thought my situation unique for... well. The lack of the human soul. The human perished when I died the first time, and this body was restored when I was, too. I find myself quite alone within it.
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[ And apparently a decent body, even if it does have a required heartbeat and other organs. ]
Odd thing, isn't it? Living among the humans?
[ And obviously the two of them haven't been able to match notes before this, or with any other angels. ]
I wonder why they kept us so far apart from each other.
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Your task was far more important than mine.
[ For eons, he was a foot soldier under others' commands, going where he was pointed.
A hammer. A weapon,mindless.
Literally, as he's recently discovered. He doesn't know half the atrocities he may have committed on others' orders. ]
I didn't rise to prominence until I found the Righteous Man in hell.
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[ All of his eyes manage to look away bashfully, clearly still not used to receiving any manner of praise.
And usually with praise came caveats, and all sorts of awful other consequences. ]
Your work must've been just as--
--I'm sorry, the Righteous Man?
Which Righteous Man?
[ They have very much to catch up on. ]