Castiel always had too much heart (scorchedwings) wrote in wildhuntthreads, @ 2020-07-07 01:30:00 |
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Entry tags: | !post: thread, castiel, catcher soleil |
Who: Castiel and Catcher Soleil
What: Chilling on the bus, watching people... hopefully some intro to technology
When: Tuesday, July 7
Where: Somewhere in Old Town
Status: Closed and Ongoing!!
Warnings: mmmmmm tbd for now! Monster talk, misuses of public transportation, and Cas prbly not making a whole lot of sense!
This world... was so much more interesting outside of the facility. The facility had all been cinder block walls and frustrated scientists and other lost, confused people that didn't match up to this world any more than Castiel himself did. The yard had been... grass, and dirt, and clover, with the odd insect crawling around, and he'd explored every inch of it. There was a kind of grass there that he didn't recognize, which had been genuinely fascinating, but after examining its genetic makeup for the 14th time, he started... not getting bored, per se, but he really wanted to know what else there could be in this world that was Not-Quite-Right, out past that magical barrier keeping them penned in. So when he'd sensed a gap in the aforementioned barrier, he'd been quick to slip past it to the freedom of the open air.
There was so much to see! Redwood trees and brick buildings and pigeons and a beautiful, glimmering ocean that he didn't recognize... and there were more of those rips, those patchy tears in the cosmic fabric between worlds. They weren't quite the same as the portal that had dragged Castiel away from the Winchesters' little bolt hole. Not as... fine-tuned, as it were. Curious. He'd stuck his hand in one of them, just to see what would happen. There had been more resistance than he was expecting, but unless he wanted to rip it further, he wasn't passing through, and he decided it was better to leave it alone. He had no business doing any more damage here.
He was not, however, very pleased about the things that were crawling through it. The demons and leviathans back home were bad enough; he didn't want anything to do with the monsters here either. He'd already had to flee from something out in the forest three times now. He hadn't even finished getting to examine that fascinatingly unfamiliar lichen, that third time. He'd have to go back later, when the creature that had taken a swipe at him had gone. For now, he'd instead stationed himself on top of a bus as it drove around town, letting it carry him past all the people on the street, and drivers who seemed very keen on blasting their car horns here. Strange. So many creased brows and frantic worried thoughts... it seems he wasn't the only one upset by all the monsters.
The bus paused at a new stop downtown, tall brick buildings lining the streets. There were quite a lot of people getting on and off the bus, and Cas watched them curiously, tracing their paths off into the inner workings of the city, each with such sense of purpose... humans, apparently, were not so different between worlds. That was a comfort, in its own way...