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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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[thursdays_angel]

"God."

Castiel's Father has an infinite number of names in an infinite number of tongues. But they all, at their core, mean the same thing.

[ellectrical]

"Oh."

Elle doesn't know what to think of that, or even, really, what it means.

So she tries, "Sounds fun for you."

[thursdays_angel]

Frown. Mostly of puzzlement.

"It is not...fun," Castiel says.

It's not horrible, either. Castiel does not think to define is existence in terms like this for the most part.

"It simply is. I am as I was created to be."

[ellectrical]

"Okay."

She decides against explaining her sarcasm.

"What were you 'created to be?'"

[ellectrical]

[ooc: Hey, is there any chance you'd like to continue this?]