snowblindrpg | [log] Event: Howl [open]

[ It's a simple fact that angels don't dream. How could they? They don't sleep, they don't have souls. Even here, made into something almost like human, Castiel has spent his periods of unconsciousness in unmemorable nothingness.

It's for this reason, and others, that he doesn't question it when he wakes up somewhere else entirely, with a sense of purpose that he hasn't felt since before his fall. Orders, a solid objective, not conjecture based on what might best serve his usual directives. In many ways it's a relief, being freed from the confusion and uncertainty of being so totally cut off from Heaven. He has questions of course - for what purpose does he need these glowing lights, what plane is this, why did they lose him for so many days only to call him back now? But in his desperation for some semblance of structure he all but jumps at the opportunity.

Not literally, though. His footing is unsure. This would be easier if his senses were not even further addled from how they were in that strange town. Castiel looks around slowly, turning in place, craning his neck and squinting at the space around him. He sees bright lights - some distant, some close, that he needs to gather, or seek help from, or avoid - but nothing else. As if only being able to see direct line of sight from the front of his vessel's skull hadn't been bad enough. It's disorienting; enough so that he may not notice any who happen to approach him while he surveys the situation.]

[Here's one blue light, glinting in the distance but steadily approaching. It calls out in Alfie's voice:]

Castiel! Are you injured?

[He's walking straight up a wall, or at least that's how it feels to him. But Castiel is up there, in the corner of what looks like the ceiling. It's disorienting, but he gamely pushes on. He has no choice. This is his duty now, too.]

[ A familiar voice. Castiel turns to look at Alfie, in as much as he can really look at anything right now, a quizzical expression on his face. He's here to help - this he knows as surely as the rest of his mission - but why him? It isn't that he has anything against the man but, well. He hadn't precisely expected to need mortal aid in this task. ]

Alfie Solomons. No. My vision is more limited than it was before, but it is not due to injury.

Yeah. I'm gonna lead you. Can you be touched?

[Hey, if he's an angel, there might be protocol or something.]

Yes, that would be helpful. [ For a moment he looks as if he's going to try to walk towards Alfie, to meet him halfway, but he thinks better of it. The ground here doesn't feel right. Instead he waits, holds out a hand in the direction of his voice. ]

I know what I'm here to do, but I'm going to need your help.

I can't see the creatures.

[So he's going to need Castiel's help there, too.]

We've got the same goal, here. We'll work together.

[He stops in front of him, taking his hand.]

[ Good, that saves him the trouble of having to explain. It does raise the question of who told Alfie all of this and brought him here, but that can wait until later.

Castiel takes Alfie's hand and stops, casting about one more time before raising his other hand and pointing. ]

There. One of them is waiting a short way from here. [ Or at least he thinks it's a short way. It's difficult to tell with no frame of reference, and what Castiel also doesn't realize is that he's pointing directly at a wall. Or floor, or ceiling. Whatever it is, it's a very solid structure that Alfie can't see through. ]

Right, yeah. There's a ledge in the way; it can't see it. We'll need to stay to the right. To the left, it tapers off into nothing.

[And in contrast, it rises to dizzying heights on the right.]

We're a bit sideways ourselves, at the moment. Can you feel that, without your sight?

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[ The Cat is easy enough to miss. To the Prophets he must look like a bright bug crawling across the floor. It's easy enough too for him to see who is blind and who is not. Those are the ones he looks for. ]

Castiel?

[ He thinks he will be of most use if he jumps onto Cas' shoulder, but he should at least make himself known first. ]

[ Direction being more or less meaningless in this strange and ethereal space, The Cat not being at eye level is slightly less of an issue than it might've been otherwise. The voice catches his attention and he turns, slowly, cautious due to the persistent feeling that whatever he's standing on may go out from under him at any moment.

Castiel repeats the series of abstract concepts that make up The Cat's name ]? What is this place? Is it somewhere that you know?

[ He rubs against Castiel's leg, just to give him some sense of where the cat actually is. ]

It is not. But I know that this is not a mortal place. It looks like something of the Trickster's making. A trap, perhaps.

[ Castiel gets down on one knee carefully, for the security of more points of contact with the ground and so that he can place a hand on The Cat's back. He runs through the names of all the tricksters he knows - Loki, Anansi, Coyote, Renart, almost countless others - but none of them had much inclination towards this sort of game, as far as he knew. Once more, it seems like his own knowledge will do little to help him here. ]

I can't see where we are, but I can see things here that I need to gather. Will you help me? A trap or not, this is important.

I will help you. I can sense its importance as well.

[ This seems like the perfect opportunity to jump onto Cas' back, so he does so.

Sorry, Cas. ]

[ The Cat's weight surprises him - or is it that he's not as strong as he's used to being? Either way, Castiel stumbles slightly when he jumps up but is ultimately able to keep his balance, even as he rises back to his feet. ]

Thank you. There is one directly below us. Can you see a path down?

[ The Cat is pretty used to riding on shoulders, so he doesn't mind bending strangely and stretching out to stay on. ]

There is a staircase some ten paces to your left. I do not know where it leads, but "down" does seem to be the direction.

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[There's an ever-present sense of urgency to her movements. Have to find out a way to navigate this place. Have to snatch lights from the mouths of beasts. Have to find someone who can see the damn monsters she's supposed to be hunting.

It's a relief when she spots the last of those three, at least. She isn't questioning how she knows, for now. That can wait for later.]

Over here!

[ Castiel whirls around and raises a hand defensively, but drops his guard as soon as he sees who it is. Or, not who, exactly - he doesn't know her voice, but he does know she means him no harm, just as clearly as he knows his mission. ]

Is it safe for me to walk to you? I have already fallen unexpectedly once. I don't wish to do so again.

It's...

[With how the environment is constantly shifting...]

On second thought, never mind. I'll come to you. Just don't move till I'm there.

[Thankfully the intervening ground stays mostly stable, shifting only in type and texture as she moves, rather than warping or moving or anything like that. She's within arm's reach in half a minute.]

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Okay.

[ Castiel stands in place, swaying back and forth slightly as if he were standing on the deck of a ship because that's precisely what it feels like from his perspective. It settles down slightly as this person approaches though, and he takes that as a positive sign. ]

There are a number of creatures stalking the halls of this place, and each one holds something we need. I can find them, but I can't see well enough to navigate. Will you help me?

[Oh, now this is perfect. House is, inexorably drawn toward Castiel, just has he been for others. Something in his mind demands that he help this man. That doesn't mean he can't be a dick about it, though. House approaches purposefully from behind, circling to keep out of the line of whatever 'sight' the 'Prophet' has. When he's only a few feet away, he speaks. Loudly.]

Be not afraid! Come! Follow me.

[ In his true form Castiel has dozens of eyes, all facing different directions, each one of which can see in far greater detail than those of any mortal creature ever to walk the Earth. Being surprised by someone who was simply standing behind him is not an experience he has had many times in his incredibly long life.

He doesn't take it well, which is to say he takes a lunging swing at House. If it connects, he'll find it's a considerably more powerful blow than a man of his apparent stature and muscle mass should be able to deliver, but given that from Castiel's perspective he's trying to hit a nebulous blue glow, the operative word is "if". ]

Jesus Christ!

[House stumbles back from the swing and manages to get out of it with a clipped shoulder.]

Settle down. I'm here to help you!

[Technically true. Technically.]

My mistake. [ The apology is begrudging, though Castiel quickly drops whatever lingering annoyance he may be harboring in favor of laserlike focus on the task at hand. ] There is important work to be done. Will you help me to find the fastest route to the creature lurking there?

[ He points in a direction that's up from his perspective, at least for the moment. The beacon of light is a good distance away, but it looks to be the closest one. ]

Yeah, you're supposed to add 'I'm sorry,' asshole.

[House follows the line of Castiel's finger.]

And great. Love a Scarlet. The fastest way is flying, but let's try walking up the wall for a while. Looks like there's an M.C. Escher staircase with our names on it.

[He isn't really a touchy-feely person, and even hand-holding makes him uncomfortable to an extent with another grown man. House grabs Castiel's shoulder and just starts pulling, then shoving him in the direction he wants by it.]

[ House does not receive an apology for his troubles. House receives a flat look that only gets flatter as he keeps talking. ]

Flying is not an option, my wings don't work here. Also, I don't understand those references. [ At least he's pretty sure that's what those were. When Dean said things like that it was usually because he was talking about some event or work of fiction that he liked in a way that somehow related to the situation at hand.

The shoving is unwelcome, to say the least, and at first he digs his heels in and refuses to move before finally relenting when he realizes this is the only way he's likely to get anywhere any time soon. ]

Castiel | Prophet

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