[ RL with Castiel ]

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Something to tell me?

[ Homura nestles her cell phone in the crook of her shoulder, walking to the kitchen. It seems that he wants to meet in person this time. Anything important that Castiel wanted to tell her would be very important indeed; besides, she liked Castiel, and wouldn't mind having company. She turns on her electric kettle, wondering what kind of tea Americans drink. (Not that he was American, or anything earthly, really, but if he was going to wear an American body, she should be polite and accommodate it. ) ]

...If that's the case, you can stop by. I'll be here all afternoon.

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[loyalbound]

It wouldn't have been a problem if you had. The first time I met Dean in my vessel, he shot me in the chest several times.

[ he sees your sass and raises you freaky angel logic, homura ]

As for tea, I can't say I've had a chance to try it.

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[ castiel why are we friends ]

I'm surprised. Or maybe not... you're usually in America, right?

[loyalbound]

[ because weirdos of our calibre have to stick together ]

[ he nods. ] More often than anywhere else, yes. I gather coffee is generally more popular there.

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[ yeah good point. she puts a couple of teabags into cups, then pauses ]

...You do eat and drink, don't you?

[loyalbound]

I don't need it to live, but I'm able to.

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Okay. [ she dispenses water into the cups, and goes to the living room, expecting him to follow her. She sits down on one of those circular couches she loves so much, placing both cups on the table ]

You had something you needed to tell me?

[loyalbound]

[ follow her he does, taking a seat himself. ah, yes. ]

I did. ...This may take a while, but I'll try and be brief. [ he leans forward on the couch, forearms resting on his knees. ] Things have taken a turn for the worse in Heaven, quite suddenly. The last remaining Archangel can't let go of the idea of restarting the Apocalypse, and things have escalated extremely quickly. For several reasons.

[ y'know, because the apocalypse possibly restarting isn't escalation enough or anything ]

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The apocalypse... [ every 1.5 months that is, for homura ]

What does that mean for you!

[loyalbound]

Civil war. [ he's clearly troubled by that. ] It's not a road I want to take, but I don't have much choice since it'll delay him from restarting it. Frankly, I'm fortunate that I'm even alive to take that path.

It's what I'm having to do behind that that's truly troubling me. [ he hesitates; he's still conflicted about the fact that he had to make a deal with Crowley in the first place, never mind what they agreed to do together. there's nothing about this situation he likes. there is part of him - the part of him that is the most human - that can't shake the feeling he should be ashamed. ] How much do you know about Purgatory?