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[thursdays_angel]

There is a man in a suit and trench coat standing stock still in the middle of the bar.

Castiel is perfectly at ease; arms at his sides, occasionally turning his head to observe the comings and goings around him.

Just taking everything in.

That is why he was sent here. To learn from what he finds. Learning requires observation.

Of course, he's still getting used to inhabiting a corporeal body. It may not have occurred to him yet that, standing as he is in the path of patron traffic, he might be in anyone's way.

[OOC: If you are playing a demon this evening, please ping me before tagging at IFeelLikeAJoan. Many thanks!]

[Tiny Tag: Castiel]

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[waylostandfound.livejournal.com]

Nathan was making his way over to the bar, but there was somebody in the way.

"Excuse me," he replied roughly.

[thursdays_angel]

It takes a moment for it to dawn on Castiel that the man is speaking to him.

"Excuse me," he says formally, stepping to one side.

Not very far, but far enough to let someone pass.

And he regards the stranger with unself-conscious curiosity.

[waylostandfound.livejournal.com]

Nathan moved past him, but then still feeling eyes on him, he paused. He then turned back at him. At first wondering if maybe the man was from his world. That would explain the staring likely.

"Yeah? You need help with something?"

[thursdays_angel]

"I am learning."

And he is caught between being a gratified by the number of new experiences he had already had, and being mildly frustrated at the slowness with which he can take them in.

He doesn't know if it is this place, or being in a vessel. Possibly a combination of both.

[ellectrical]

Elle's not paying that much attention to where she's going tonight.

What she is paying attention to is the crackling sphere of blue electricity that currently hovers over her hand. She's been practicing with it, making it grow brighter or dimmer as she walked, and when she does this back home, others usually have the sense to get out of her way.

Perhaps fortunately for both of them tonight, Elle does glance up as she walks, hand still sparking, and manages to stop herself before running into the man.

[thursdays_angel]

Castiel is not fearful of the odd sight. (It takes a lot to hurt him). He is mostly intrigued.

What kind of power does this mortal possess?

So when she stops, he steps forward to cover the short distance, bending down to carefully study the blue light.

[ellectrical]

She doesn't look bothered by this response. If she weren't in the bar, she might raise her hand high enough for a stray spark to snap to his nose, but as it is, she stays still.

But after a moment, she does ask - "You haven't seen it before?"

[thursdays_angel]

"Yes. Though not from one such as yourself."

Lightning, he is well acquainted with. And power, he is well accustomed to wielding. This is somewhat akin to both, as far as he can tell.

He looks up.

"You are a witch?"

Witches are...questionable.

[basic_powers]

If anyone asks why Tyler's so preoccupied with the box of machine parts in from of him, it's because he has to use these parts for a shop class project. Which isn't really a lie. It's an assignment, just not one from his regular classes.

He does however bump into the man and apologize. "'Scuse me, sorry sir."

[thursdays_angel]

"I am sorry," Castiel replies politely, moving to the side.

His eye is quickly caught by the box of parts.

"You are making something?"

The essence of creation in humble packaging.

[basic_powers]

"Yes, for a class assignment." Tyler replies, looking up at the man in the trenchcoat. "I have to make a modular addition to an old project."

Some quiet part of him is wondering why this guy is giving him Malphast-like vibes.

"Since time freezes when I enter the door, I can work as long as I need to to finish it in here."

[thursdays_angel]

"Time is a precious commodity."

And not easily bent or altered, even by angels.

Castiel is fascinated by the bits and pieces in the box. He tries to picture in his mind's eye how they will fit together, become a functional whole.

"What does your project do?"

[isaysimplewords]

Cal grew up around bodyguards. His family was famous and his father a politician, and eventually he became one himself.

(Think along the lines of the Kennedys and you won't be too far off.)

The guy in the trenchcoat catches his eye not because of the eddy he's causing in traffic, but because he has the same watchful, unobtrusive body language. Unobtrusive, but not discreet. The familiarity of it gets his attention.

So Cal is watching right back over the rim of his coffee mug, wondering idly if the guy is guarding someone or if it's just - how he is.

[thursdays_angel]

Castiel has gone from standing still to revolving slowly in his place, a few inches at a time (the better to study his surroundings).

His eyes rest on objects and people as they catch his attention, and he seems to have no qualms whatsoever about being caught blatantly staring.

The man nearby would be one of these people.

Castiel begins watching the man who is watching him.

[isaysimplewords]

It wouldn't be the first time Cal's been caught staring - for all that he's not crazy about it, he tends to do a certain amount of it himself, if only because he just doesn't pay attention to what he's doing - but this time he doesn't mind.

"Hi," he says after a moment.

[thursdays_angel]

"Hello," Castiel replies, nodding.

He studies the man curiously, and without any apparent discomfirture.

"I am Castiel," he says after a moment.

His skill at conversing with mortals has gotten rusty over the centuries. It shows.

[un_fallen]

Raguel feels kind of sorry for him; the guy seems lost, standing in the middle of the bar and staring around. Of course, Raguel stares around, but at least he has the decency to do it from a dark corner. Angel, he sees, but not one he knows. That's rapidly becoming less unusual. He wanders over, beer in hand, and gives the new guy a nod.

"Evening," he says, looking the man up and down.

"Nice coat."

[thursdays_angel]

"Good evening."

Castiel studies the other man.

No. Not man. Something flickers over Castiel's face. Recognition.

He does not recognize the individual. But he does recognize his own kind.

"Castiel," he introduces himself.

[un_fallen]

"Raguel," he says, vaguely pleased, and holds out a hand. Whether Castiel knows the quaint mortal tradition of shaking it is up for debate. And now that he's approached, he's somewhat lost for words.

"Uh. You looked kinda lost. Are you looking for something?"

[thursdays_angel]

Castiel has watched humans, studying their customs, and he had a chance to practice on his first visit. He clasps Raguel's hand with a smile.

"I am not lost. I am in Milliways," he says.

Meg had told him so.

Castiel looks around the bar.

"Our Father sent me here. My orders are to learn. I suppose I am looking for where to begin."

Though he has already made a good beginning. X, Meg, and the others he met on his first visit. But none of them are here right now.

[precocioustilda.livejournal.com]

Matilda is juggling an impressively tall stack of books in her arms as she makes her way from the stairs towards an empty table she spotted by the Window.

Currently, the books occlude Castiel from her vision, and she's moving in his direction.

Collision imminent!

[thursdays_angel]

Castiel is turning slightly in place, looking around more fully. But it's been a long time since he has had a body that one can collide with.

And so only looks curiously at this small person with her armload of tomes closing in on him.

[precocioustilda.livejournal.com]

Three--

--two--

--one--

--bump.

The books go flying.

Then they halt abruptly in midair. Tilda, hands pressed to her mouth in embarrassment, flicks her eyes from volume to volume and gathers them back into her grasp like a telekinetic shepherd.

The process takes about thirty seconds, then she readjusts her grip and looks up at Castiel, smiling apologetically.

"Goodness, I'm so sorry about that. Teach me to look where I'm going next time."

[stilljustandrew]

[I am alas out for the night, but will this post still be open for tagging tomorrow? If so, I'd love a thread. (If not, no worries.)]

[thursdays_angel]

[OOC: :) I think I may be at my drowning point on this one, but I plan to have Cas in at least once a week. We can definitely make sure they meet!]