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The things that are (Castiel)
The recent news cast was on his mind. Murder wasn't a new thing in the City. Strange murders weren't even particularly unusual. But something deep inside of him said that this was only beginning. It could have been because they'd both worked at the asylum. Somebody out there had a grudge. He couldn't exactly fault them for being angry. His time, he knew by instinct, had been long. He didn't have a lot of memories of it, however, for good or for bad. Between the scarf nullifying his powers and the drugs they'd then pumped into him he'd been pretty much guaranteed nothing more than foggy half formed ideas.
On top of that, he was still trying to figure out the fancy new device that had been given to him. He would have opted to stay with the old one, if he could have. It'd taken him forever to get used to it. He knew he didn't use it for everything it was capable of, either. But that had vanished shortly after getting the new one. It had literally just vanished within minutes of opening the box containing the shiny device. Why he'd gotten the new one after the personal ad hilarity was beyond him. Maybe the City had wanted him to see what it had done. Or maybe it had been going alphabetically backwards in it's handing out of the thing. Or maybe it gave the new one to the new residents first and then worked it's way to him. Probably though, it was just that he hadn't checked his mail in a really long time since getting out of Arkham.
The news cast had popped up on it without his bidding, then had gone away again. After that, he'd spent a really long time trying to figure the damned thing out. It was no use. What he really needed was to find somebody who knew about this kind of shit, have them walk him through it or something. It's what he'd had to do the last time, too. Kids and their newfangled crap.
Because of this, he ran into somebody. Actually bumped right into another body. It was enough to jar him out of his thoughts and look up.
"Sorry fella." He offered, automatically putting a hand on the guy's elbow to steady him.
On top of that, he was still trying to figure out the fancy new device that had been given to him. He would have opted to stay with the old one, if he could have. It'd taken him forever to get used to it. He knew he didn't use it for everything it was capable of, either. But that had vanished shortly after getting the new one. It had literally just vanished within minutes of opening the box containing the shiny device. Why he'd gotten the new one after the personal ad hilarity was beyond him. Maybe the City had wanted him to see what it had done. Or maybe it had been going alphabetically backwards in it's handing out of the thing. Or maybe it gave the new one to the new residents first and then worked it's way to him. Probably though, it was just that he hadn't checked his mail in a really long time since getting out of Arkham.
The news cast had popped up on it without his bidding, then had gone away again. After that, he'd spent a really long time trying to figure the damned thing out. It was no use. What he really needed was to find somebody who knew about this kind of shit, have them walk him through it or something. It's what he'd had to do the last time, too. Kids and their newfangled crap.
Because of this, he ran into somebody. Actually bumped right into another body. It was enough to jar him out of his thoughts and look up.
"Sorry fella." He offered, automatically putting a hand on the guy's elbow to steady him.