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Castiel (celestialintent) wrote in lost_world,
@ 2013-04-29 23:21:00

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Yes, it can be a bit more sonic (The Doctor)
Despite his overwhelming joy at having Anna returned to him, Cas had not forgotten that there was a mission at hand. He'd promised Mary he would assist her in finding her father and though his investigations had yielded nothing in regard to Dean, he'd taken to observing the people of the area they were in as carefully as possible. From what he could tell, they behaved as similarly to humans as might any other humanoid species, yet their complacency was somewhat troubling.

For one, they saw nothing out of the ordinary regarding the various happenings at night, nor did they seem inclined to do anything about it. To them, the pagan celebrations their entire culture seemed centered around were nothing short of commonplace. He did not understand the planet and the more he attempted to investigate, the less he found in the relevant sense. If anything, he'd gotten better at spotting others who were displaced like him, but in regard to finding Dean, that would not be helpful. As it was, he'd already covered the block twice and had asked as many people as possible if they'd seen a man by the name of Dean Winchester.

Talking to people however...that had never been one of his personal strengths. Were there not some necessity to speak with others in order to find his missing friend, he likely would have avoided it entirely, but he saw little choice. The man in question he at least recognized - Cas had seen him once before on the cruise liner and had even spoken with him regarding the hellhounds. He remembered him being addressed as 'The Doctor,' yet with no other title. Cas didn't claim to understand it, but the name itself was of little import. He only needed to remind himself that it would likely be best to approach this man as if they had not met before. After all, he doubted this was the same Doctor as the one he'd encountered.

Walking up to the other man, Cas stared at him blankly, meeting his eyes. It never occurred to him that such an act could be considered unsettling. "Excuse me," he said. "You...were brought here, yes? Displaced from your point in time just as many of us were? If you don't mind, there is something I need to ask you."

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justthedoctor_
2013-04-30 03:52 am UTC (link)

The Doctor narrowed his eyes, removed his sonic screwdriver from his leather jacket's interior pocket, and used it to scan the strange person that stood in front of him.

The sonic did not tell him anything useful, other than that the man was human. That was actually sort of surprising; the Doctor had him figured for some kind of robot, based on the way he was looking at him and speaking. Without a word, the screwdriver was put away, though the eyes did not become less narrow and the scowl did not leave the timelord's face.

"I don't have a point in time," the Doctor corrected. He crossed his arms over his chest. "But go right ahead and ask."

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celestialintent
2013-04-30 04:19 am UTC (link)

Cas frowned at the strange blue light, but tolerated it, if only because he remembered it from before. Both versions of the Doctor whether it was the one standing before him or the smaller one with the somewhat unstable personality both carried it. "Yes, so I've been told," he said, somewhat irritably.

He'd also expected the man to have something of an attitude given his displeasure over the battle that had ensued last they spoke, but human or not, Cas had little patience for those who displayed their own impatience. "I'm looking for someone," he said, reaching into his jacket for the photograph.

It was old - something that had been taken of Sam, Dean, and himself on a hunt and given to him. The girl had been a photographer and at the time, it had made little sense since he'd not found anything special about the parking lot they'd been in or the fact that they'd merely saved her from a routine vampire attack, but it had seemed to delight her. "This man," he said pointing to the one in question. "His name is Dean Winchester. It would seem he too he is here, yet none of us have heard from him."

He doubted the Doctor would be of much assistance. If anything, he seemed to have preoccupations of his own.