April Log

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Who: Will Solace and you!
When: April 1 - 16; May post event
Where: Free Cities; Horizon, prompts below
What: Catchall
Warnings: None so far

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Castiel

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Will was doing all the hard things apparently. Having a hard chat with Nadine about things he would have rather not thought about. Had a practice session with his dad(wow!!!) about an ability he'd really rather have a gift receipt for and now talking to the angel. Surely this would go better than that time he apologized to Cadfael for living, right?

This however, at least was a somewhat familiar conversation. He'd had a lot of practice having this conversation before. Granted, the other party were normally ten year olds who had just came to camp, injured and possibly dying from monster attacks after their world had just been turned upside down, so, maybe he should age it up a little. How did you age it up to 'angel'?

Will did the only thing he could. Rip the band-aid off. So he went up to Castiel, waiting for a time when they might have some privacy at least, and started talking.

" We've been working together for a while. Nadine mentioned you're an angel. At least, I'm assuming it's you based on process of elimination? Has she mentioned me at all?"

Will at least hoped the answer was 'oh yes, Nadine mentioned all about you! Demigod kid, and no, you don't smell like Tartarus and death at all, thank for asking. I'm not going to hold your parentage against you at all!' He could hope, right? But, life was never that easy.

[unwings]

The clinic's always busy and bustling, between the walk-in customers looking for salves, herbs and potions, and the locals requesting more in depth medical attention. Castiel's just left a room of a man with a nasty sinus infection, now breathing clean and clear thank to some celestial healing. One of the collection of (relatively) new faces in the clinic stops him in the break room, and Cas greets him with a mild, but friendly smile.

The 'you're an angel' conversation is a pretty common one, and he's not bothered by it. He settles a hip against a table and tucks his hands into his pockets.

"Ah, the demigod. She didn't need to."

Castiel sees the energy of a soul before he registers a corporeal form, and he can smell sulfur a mile away left by a demon that was there three days ago, so he didn't need the heads up. While he still has no idea exactly what kind of partly divine being this boy is, or who created him, the kid seems well meaning enough. As long as he isn't murdering and terrorizing (which working at a health clinic would be rather counter-productive for), the rest doesn't make much difference to Cas.

"Yes, my name is Castiel, I'm an angel of the Lord." He tilts his head to the side, a rather birdlike mannerism he's prone to. "Did you have questions?"

Also a pretty common thing - questions about angels, about god, the bible, the supernatural, etc. Castiel's rarely opposed to answering, so long as nothing more dire is going on.

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That actually not one of the questions Will had prepared for. He had prepared for all sorts of demigod type questions, but it had completely failed to register that the angel thought Will might have questions about angel type stuff. Whatever angel type stuff was? Will wasn't sure, wrong pantheon. His first instinct was to reply 'no, do you?'

But he hadn't gotten to that train of thought yet. The first thing that came out of his mouth was "Wait, how did you know I was a demigod if she didn't tell you?" Then he paused for a second before going on. "Don't tell me I still smell like Tartarus? Or can you smell demigods like the way monsters can --- no offense. I'm not calling you a monster. Do I smell like Burger King?"

The more he observed Castiel the more he realized he did have questions. Like. Were all angels like that? But, that sounded rude, so he didn't.

"Come to earth often?" He really didn't mean it to sound like a weird ass pick up line his dad would drop. No offense Cas but, you're not .....blending well. "Do you have a particular angel job? Do angels have jobs? Or like....spheres of influence or something?" Like his dad, although it would probably be faster to name the things Apollo wasn't the god of.

[unwings]

"Process of elimination. You aren't a god, an angel, a demon, or a Nephilim, but it felt similar to the last. The last time I encountered energy like yours, it was a long, long time ago." There was something faintly celestial, but a different kind of celestial, not like his brothers. He wondered about it for some time before it the realization hit him all at once. "Orpheus came to such an unfortunate end."

Angels had little to do with half-gods from the pagan religions, aside from watch at a distance. Back then, before God (Chuck) got too antsy for worship, and started sending them in droves to move mountains and such. Those old gods had a knack for compelling story Chuck never grasped in quite the same way.

"I haven't smelled enough Burger Kings to say." A beat, Cas squints. What an odd question. "Does the underworld smell like cheeseburgers where you're from?"

The boy had asked several more questions, and Castiel gets comfortable, pulling a chair out from the break table and taking a seat. The answers come rattled back in the same order the questions came.

"Not until recently. Soldier. Yes, we have jobs. Angels sometimes have certain groups of people or themes they gravitate towards but aren't limited to. It isn't as defined as pagan god domains."

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Will pulled up a chair and likewise sat down. If they were going to do this, at least he'd be comfy.

Nephilim. Will tried to think back to where he'd heard that word before, but he couldn't quite place it. Either way, this angel said he wasn't one of them, so....did it really matter? He'd have to ask Annabeth. After all, Athena kids. When Castiel mentioned Orpheus, Will figured the cat was out of the metaphorical bag.

"Yeeaaah," Will stretched out the word, elongating the vowels. "Greek demigods don't exactly live till a ripe old age. But even if I'm not going to live to twenty, I don't plan to go being ripped apart by Maenads. Mr. D actually likes me. And by that I mean he wishes I would die last. Which is the best anyone's going to get from someone like Mr. D. Uh. Dionysus." Will added, realizing the rest of the world didn't go around calling him Mr. D.

Will had never actually met an angel before. He wasn't even sure they had existed up until Nadine had let it slip that Castiel was working in the clinic. From all the uproar that had happened with the Greek and Roman pantheons, well, Will guessed that maybe the different religions liked to keep it separate. Apart from his father hitting on other cute sun gods or something.

"Uh....no, I smell like cheeseburgers. To monsters. The Underworld smells like death and decay and mildew and....its really kind of gross. Until you get to Tartarus and then it just gets worse." A pause. "You really should try Burger King, it's not bad." Hey, when you smelled like fast food to monsters, you developed a dark sense of humor.

"No offense but up until like, really, really recently, I didn't think you guys existed. What do you you do? I assume you're not normally working at a hospital or local healing establishment in your world." But, that would be super cool. Will tried to remember anything he had heard about angels. "So can you fly?"

[unwings]

"Is Dionysius your divine parent?" Or is he babysitter for all the half-god children? Strangly motherly for a god of intoxication and partying. But far be it from him to tell other pantheons what to do with their offspring. Well, until their offspring start killing innocent humans, but Cas doubts this boy is interested in that.

"And you thought I might be a monster to which you smell like a cheeseburger." Welp, their visits did us to start with 'be not afraid', so Cas can understand the concern. They are, in true biblical form, existentially terrifying, and prone to burn the eyes of mortals that look on them. "If it makes you feel better, cheeseburgers, and all other food, takes like molecules to me. So you'd be no more appetizing if you did."

Foregoing that time Gluttony was in town and he was non-stop shoveling Biggerson's burgers into his face, but that's the exception to the rule.

"Typically, before recent years, angels rarely visited Earth. We're soldiers. We protected Heaven, guarded humans enjoying their afterlife." It's an incredibly brief summary, and ancient times were a different beast (tools of God's retribution and all), as more recent times had him bounce from Heaven to play monster hunter with Dean, but that's a whole other story no one has time for.

"Yes, I can fly."

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Will made a sudden gagging sound. Yuck. The idea of Mr. D as his father? Although, it could be much, much worse? "Nah, my dad's Apollo. Mr. D is our Camp Director. Babysitter. He's being punished by Zeus for going after an off limits dryad. Twice. For ....about a hundred years? I think the term sentence got lessened a bit, but anyway, he's stuck with us. He can't return to Olympus except for certain circumstances. And any wine he tries to produce or make turns into diet coke. Zeus is. Unhappy. So naturally, Dionysus is unhappy and the rest of us demigods too."

He didn't know how things ran in Castiel's side of the universe but where he was from, when the big boss man was unhappy, everyone was unhappy. "You can't taste anything? That actually does make me feel weirdly better. But, I mean, it kind of sucks for you right?" Everyone ate. It was just, everyone ate different things. "So if you don't eat food, what do you consume? To keep you going? You don't like. Photosynthesize?"

You never know? Maybe his wings were green?

"Like fly with wings or like, fly by manipulating air currents?"