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[featheryassbutt]

"Do you believe in a higher being? And seeing this is a place of people from different places, I would like to know a little bit about your God." Castiel asks, as he sits in a chair outside of the cafe. His voice is as deadpan as ever, and he can't seem to recall if he ever asked a question for the population at large. But here he is. And the trenchcoat wearing angel reclines back in his seat and he clasps his hands together as he looks up to the clear sky to take in the stars above him.

"And if you don't, what is something that you believe strongly in?" He figures it is only fair to give others a chance at answer something with more meat on it. Castiel looks interested in getting to know people here more, and more so after he was there when Khan brought chaos and havoc to the people of the Nexus. And the best way to get to know people is of course to make himself open to others. Though perhaps he should have brought some coffee and cakes to share.

Whoops.

He just hopes a helping of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches cut into dinosaur shapes is an allure to Nexus friendship. And don't forget the different flavors of milk to go with them.

"I just hope this works."

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[grantuseyes]

"Belief in higher beings..."

The curious, sallow man with the even more curious idea of reasonable headgear seems to find humour in the notion, chuckling low and soft to himself. That soon gives way to proper laughter, a dry cackle at something apparently funny, and madly so, only to him. Perhaps realizing too late that such a reaction is obnoxious at best and disrespectful at worst, Micolash attempts to compose himself and continue his answer. And composure comes quickly, his tone returning to the low and droning speech used prior. The way his behaviour turns on a dime might be concerning? Or maybe novel. Who knows.

"Such belief has dictated everything to me. What I have researched, done and Seen is all for the sake of knowing them."

[featheryassbutt]

Castiel gives the man a curious glance, and perhaps it is the headgear that gets the angel's attention. But there is a look of relief on his face to hear that even this strange fellow has some type of faith. And with a small crosses his face and he motions a hand to the sandwiches.

"Can you tell me more about your belief? And explain to me more about what has done to affect everything that you have done. Also, feel free to help yourself."

It would have been rude for him not to offer. But of course, Castiel hasn't forgotten the cage on the man's head.

"I do have straws and maybe someone can offer to puree the sandwiches."

[grantuseyes]

Micolash seems puzzled initially at the mention of straws and puree. It takes him several moments before he realizes the reason for it. One spidery hand reaches up to crawl up one side of the cage's bars, feeling it as if confirming it was the reason and perhaps reassurance that it's there. "Oh, it's no problem, no problem at all. I can remove it but I...prefer not to." The way one finger remains hanging on one bar like another person might offhandedly twirl their hair might mean it offers some degree of security?

Perhaps to demonstrate further that there's no issue with his cage staying put, Micolash picks up one of the sandwiches, that straying hand plucking from the iron bar with a small 'tong' noise. He doesn't eat the snack, at least not yet. He just stands there and holds it in both hands. "I am a scholar. Above all else. Research of greater beings, of higher planes. Methods that man, despite our beastly ignorance, can strive to ascend and be among them. Methods to commune and speak with them." His voice drifts dreamily, always low and meandering, almost as if he's murmuring to himself rather than having a proper conversation with another person.

The sandwich, perhaps unconsciously and offhandedly, is being picked apart. Bread getting pulled into small crumbs and dropped carelessly, one after another. Sometimes he rolls the bits between his fingers to make them more compact before they're dropped. Micolash smiles serenely all the while.

[featheryassbutt]

Castiel isn't one to question why Micolash doesn't want to take his mask off, as he simply sits there in his comfortable cafe chair with his hands on the armrest. "Then by all means enjoy those sandwiches to the best of your ability." He tilts his head and he watches with a curious look on his face. He has seen many different beings since arriving here, and even back home the 'monsters' he has each had their own unique feeding habits. But this seems almost wasteful as he watches him make crumbs out of the bread.

But it is the mention of research of greater beings that pings Castiel's interest, as both of his eyebrows arch upwards. It almost makes him a little uncomfortable about being one of those higher beings. He puts a hand up to his throat and he clears it. "What is it you hope to learn from those higher beings? And what exactly does your research entail if I can ask."

For now, Castiel is going to put on the front of being human, even if that means eating one of the sandwiches in front of him. He reaches his hand out for one of the sandwiches and he takes a bite as if he has something to prove or to hide.

[westfallcorndog]

It's less the food that attracts Harrowheart than the question. He arrives beside Castiel, who he's nearly positive he's never seen before, and smiles uncertainly. "I was gonna ask that one of these days," he says with a small laugh. "But it's like they say, ain't it? The early bird gets the worm."

Though whether or not this man would want to get any worms is up for debate. He's definitely dead – or, rather, undead. His whole being is steeped in dark magic, from his risen flesh and severed, floating hands to his dark plate armor and the broad sword with a horned skull on the handguard sheathed at his hip. One of his hovering hands rests on the pommel of the sword like a perching bird as he appraisingly watches the man who asked the question.

"I always thought it was fascinatin', learnin' about other folks' religions. Where I come from, humans ain't really in the business of worshippin' gods. Hearin' about humans who do is still kinda exotic." He hesitates a moment before he asks, "You got one, or are you lookin' for one? Usually when someone asks a question like you did it's one of the two."

[featheryassbutt]

And Castiel looks to Harrowheart, and he greets him with a nod of his head. He too tries to see if he recalls his face, nope, but it is okay. "I've been trying to come up with a good question, and perhaps one that hasn't been asked before. And this was the only one I could come up with." He clears his throat. "But I wouldn't mind if you asked it again. That's unless there's an unwritten rule somewhere about repeated questions." The stern faced angel takes a little jab at humor, but it seems that it has fallen flat on its face.

But he looks Harrowheart over, and he looks at the armor, the hands, but he doesn't seem putting off by the signs of the dark magic that made him possible. And he wonders if people can detect the presence of an omnipotent celestial being.

"Where I come from, a lot of humans seem to have come at a cross roads. The churches and various temples don't see many people. But yet, I still hear them praying constantly. I find it confusing." Castiel knows there are people from Earth here. And he isn't sure if he can pick up prayers from his own universe still. He shakes his head. "No. Well I suppose I do if I'm at the service at the one of the major Gods on Earth."

[westfallcorndog]

Aw, Castiel, your little joke doesn't fall flat! It gets a little nasally exhale and a smile from Harrowheart. Not laugh-out-loud funny, but amusing at the very least. He shakes his head and says, "If there was a rule against askin' the same thing I think we'd have a whole lotta folks in jail for sayin' 'Where the Hell am I?'"

As for sensing the power of omnipotent celestial beings? Well, Castiel sure gives him Holy vibes. Maybe that's why he was drawn to him? He's also not sure what to make of hearing people praying. Of course without understanding Castiel's true meaning he takes it at face value and merely nods.

Hearing that the man is from Earth and 'in service to' an Earth deity gives Harrowheart cause for some curiosity, though. His eyebrows rise and he leans away just slightly to get a new, better, more thorough view of Castiel. He's very... Bland. Very normal-looking, from his features to the color of his wardrobe to the drone of his voice. Does that give him any clues about which god this man serves?

Harrow's eyes narrow and his mouth shifts from side to side as he thinks, but after a few seconds he can't keep his logic quiet and he has to guess out loud. "I don't know too many Earth gods," he admits, "But I know some. The Greek ones, and a couple'a Egyptian ones. You... Don't look like you serve Dionysus, no offense. But he ain't major, anyway. Major gods, major gods... Z... Zeus?"

No, no. He quickly shakes his head. He imagines a servant of Zeus would also be less whitebread than this. "You're the servant of a scholar god, I bet... Oh! It's Thoth! Is Thoth your god?"

[featheryassbutt]

He is indeed very bland looking, for the safety of everyone around him and for his own sake. But Castiel has grown to appreciate and even like his 'meatsuit'. And more so, the humans that he spent time living around. The broken angel looks upwards and he points to the sky.

"I'm a servant of the one YHWH. And I've heard about Zeus and Rah, though I never met them. And no, I'm not Hercules Six Pack, and I appreciate my humble appearance. And many now consider YHWH to be the one god. He takes many names from God to Allah." The life of a celestial requires one to have a stick somewhere shoved up his ass. And he hasn't bothered with the astral projection of his wings that are still on the mend.

"That is not to discredit the other beliefs on Earth." Castiel looks at the very dead but not dead man with a curious look on his face. "What are you?" He bluntly asks.

[h_hollister]

"Well, considering I've had tea with Djehuty and Hermes....yeah."

Smegging hell, strawberry milk. She hasn't had that since she was a kid living in Detroit. She happily takes a cup of it and sips.

......

Yup. Just as revolting as it was when she was a kid living in Detroit. She surreptitiously dumps the remainder in a convenient potted Nexus plant. There's a distant slurping sound, and a smacking of leafy lips.

"Question is, what do higher powers do when confronted with a Nexus of all reality? The good ones, they just gently encourage followers. The bad ones, well. They usually don't last long."

[featheryassbutt]

"I had tea with Buddha before, and drank a cup of Mead with Odin. But that didn't take place here. And it seemed so long ago."

Castiel watches her take the cup of milk, and then dump it. For him the gesture matters most even if people don't eat or like it. And he didn't see the plant enjoy a healthy drink of strawberry flavored milk.

"Mmm. I would consider myself a higher power of sorts, but I'm no god. Though I would think they would have some knowledge of multiple universes." Castiel puts his hand to his chin and he tugs at it. "Or they're completely oblivious and they would be amazed, confused, or they're one of the bad ones who would try to rule it."

[h_hollister]

"Hah."

Hippolyta has a totally deserved moment of ego, and grins widely at Castiel.

"You're cute. In a totally out of his depth way. I'd consider myself a higher power, in that I drop wisdom bombs on all sorts of Nexus newbs. Is wisdom godhood? Is godhood wisdom? Smegging hell, who cares? Let's go get a drink."

[featheryassbutt]

Castiel looks completely shocked when Hippolyta asks him to go for a drink. He sits straight up in the cafe chair, and he his hand up to grab hold of his tie and he gives it a tug. That sure came out of nowhere!

"I'll warn you that it will take a lot of drinking to get me drunk. But if there is a bar or liquor store somewhere, I'll accompany you there. As for wisdom being godhood or godhood wisdom, I don't know. I'm not a god. And if that were the case there would be gods who wouldn't use their positions for evil."

He lets go of his tie and he gets up from his seat, he's taking things way too literal. But even with his knowledge of pop culture, he still has one hell of a way to go when it comes to dealing with humans or humanish people.

[attackpatternbattista]

"For my people, it really depends on who you ask." Angel in a trenchcoat? Meet a green skinned alien woman in loose, comfortable clothing, "We're so scattered, that we've got a wide variety of beliefs and religious sects. I was always taught our gods were dead after we were forced to flee our world."

Delia shrugged, "But it's by and far from the only version of my peoples' faith, and I'm only passingly familiar with a few of them, to be completely honest."

[featheryassbutt]

Castiel knows the universe is full of different pantheons even if he hasn't met with the numerous gods and goddesses. It is a big universe, and while he is nothing but a humble soldier, he is versed on the various deities of his own universe. So the sight of a green skinned alien isn't out of the ordinary.

"What about yourself? Do you still believe in the old gods of your world despite what you have been taught?"

He nods in understanding. "There are countless different beliefs back where I come from also."

[attackpatternbattista]

And that's not even getting into some of the pseudo-scientific weirdness of certain omnipotent beings named after a letter of the Terran alphabet, or the Bajoran Prophets. Or the Klingons' beliefs and Sto'Vo'Kor.

"Honestly I'm more of the 'seeing is believing' type of person myself. Practical minded, that sort of thing." Delia shifts her weight from one leg to the other, folding her arms low, "That said, I'm not out to disprove them either. There's a lot of truth in old beliefs like that, so I tend to think something existed, or might still, I'm just not bound to any particular faith or belief system."

She is, after all, a tactical officer, not a priest.

[featheryassbutt]

"Lots of people are. But it is funny what people still will grasp on to when it comes to not finding a scientific explanation to the world around them. Or when they have find themselves in a situation when there is almost no hope."

Castiel motions a hand to the plaza and it stops in the direction of the industrial section of the Nexus as an example of a situation that seemed hopeless. He smiles a little bit as he tilts his head upwards, and he then looks back to Delia with the thin smile still there.

"No. There is not one faith that is superior to one or the other. Or belief system for that matter. But I just got to thinking about this during Khan's attack on the Nexus. I've come across many people whom I've never seen before. Or beings, or whatever you would want to call them."

[chiron_survivor]

Adia is in the Plaza without Steve's pokemon for a change, her PINpoint out, ready to go home. Castiel's question makes her pause, and she looks over at him uneasily. Is it a good idea for her to answer that? Religion can be such a loaded topic...

But there are sandwiches, and milk, and although she's been warned about taking food from strangers in the Nexus, it's been a long time that she's had either. Shyly, she approaches the expressionless man and gestures at his offering. "Are those for anyone? Um... the colonies worship a pantheon, twelve gods in total. There are others, but they're rarely prayed to anymore..."

And in case the offer of sandwiches impinges on one's belief, she glances to the side and adds, "I don't believe in them, though. I put my faith in other people instead."

[featheryassbutt]

Castiel knows all about religion being a very loaded topic, and sometimes he wishes it weren't the case. The angel in a trenchcoat knew from the start that he was going to challenge people with his question. Perhaps simply asking about flavored milk may have been a better topic to start off with.

"Help yourself. And don't worry, they're just sandwiches." Castiel nudges the plate over to Adia with a small smile on his face. "What can you tell me about the pantheon? That is if you can remember them. As for other gods of the past, that tends to be the case as civilizations evolve. Though it doesn't help those gods or goddesses in question."

He nods his head and can understand putting faith in other people; Castiel has done the same during his time on Earth. But he still put faith in God himself even if he skipped town. "But what do you do when you have lost faith in other people?"

[chiron_survivor]

"Thank you," Adia says gratefully. She takes a seat near Castiel and selects a stegosaurus sandwich. The whimsical shape makes her smile, and she holds off on taking a bite until she's answered the angel's questions.

"We call them the Lords of Kobol. They're benevolent, but... distant. Unless you take the Sacred Scrolls literally, they don't make themselves known to us directly. There are older stories that paint them in a less favorable light, but it's like you said, as civilizations evolve, old myths fall by the wayside." She looks at him thoughtfully. "Are you from Earth? I've been told that our gods are similar in name and function as the gods of ancient Greece... but I'm not from Earth. Earth is a m-- a lost colony where I'm from. One we're trying to find."

She almost said myth, but that's not true anymore, now that the fleet has concrete evidence that Earth is a real place in her universe.

As for his second question, she stalls by nibbling on the stegosaurus's tail, and then washing it down with a sip of chocolate milk. It makes her feel like a little kid again, which isn't such a bad thing. "I don't know... I've been lucky, my faith has been tested, but rarely broken. I try to see the good in others, or at least understand where they're coming from. That helps."

[tielle_mortevus]

Taking a seat across from the man, she gives him a smirk as she ponders the question, her black silken dress gently flowing in the breeze. She props her open parasol against her shoulder, sizing up the man before her.
"Over my rather extensive existence, I've met all manner of people who believe and pray to various gods and deities. My birth parents even worshiped Saint Cuthbert, though it was more following the steps of their parents before them, simply following their religious obligation. Personally, I'm not quite convinced such beings exist for sure, at least on the plane I am from. I'm sure they are as real as you are to me for some others, even presenting themselves in physical manifestation, but where I am from, I've seen no such proof. Demons on the other hand, is another matter entirely..."
Taking a flask from her hip, she takes a sip before letting out a sigh.
"Besides, after watching for the past two thousand years, you'd think the gods would leave some kind of evidence behind."
Gently dragging her tongue along the point of one of her fangs, she leans back in her chair.
"I don't believe in any higher power or omnipotent overlord like most. While there are extremely powerful beings out there, some who in relation to the lowliness of humanity may be considered god-like, I've never met a being that truly fits the definition of a god, so to speak. We are the artisans of our own fate, and through our own blood, sweat and perseverance we forge our own path. How many other insignificant specs of existence are snuffed out along the way all depends on the individual."

[featheryassbutt]

Castiel looks at the woman takes a seat across from him, and he studies her long and hard. The worlds she uses are quite odd, but then again a place he now calls home is rather unique. So, he thinks very little of it as he reaches a hand for one of the sandwiches, and he takes a bite.

"Even hermits have someone who appreciates them," says Castiel, as if he is familiar with the old diligent saint. He takes another bite of the sandwich, the things he is trying to do to make it so he doesn't seem to be completely out of place. And more so, that he is not part of the something much bigger. He forces a smile. "At least that's what I remember reading about Saint Cuthbert."

His eyes widen at the mention of demons, and he nearly chokes on the dry crust of his sandwich. He puts his hand up to his mouth and he coughs. He knows demons all too well, and he clears his throat. "If there are demons there are surely others. Vampires, werewolves, shapeshifters, and other types of supernatural creatures." And he didn't exactly catch sight of her fangs.

"And I haven't met a god or someone who comes close. Though I'm sure if I stay here long enough who knows who we'll meet."

[tielle_mortevus]

Noticing the subject of demons appeared to be an obvious trigger for him, she decided to press further, curious as to his experience with them.
"So you've had encounters with demons I take it? Perhaps we can learn quite a bit from each other. As for other creatures of the night, I could certainly tell you about them first hand."
She gave him a wide grin, gently taping her nail against one of her fangs.
"Though, I'm intrigued as to your perspective on such matters."

[brother_alone]

"God better not fucking exist in my world, or he's got a lot of answering to do."

Joshua bristles at the idea of there being a higher power that allowed his sisters to suffer the way they did. To allow Hannah to be twisted and turned into something monstrous and grotesque just for trying to survive.

No, it's better if there is no God, Joshua reasons. If there were, it must be a callous and unfeeling one. He hates to think of that. Though he pauses when he sees the dinosaur cutout sandwiches. It completely throws off his grump because it just seems so out of place. He hasn't seen shape-sandwiches and little milk cartons since he was in Primary school.

"Did....did you make these?"

[featheryassbutt]

"He's got a lot of answering to do in my world as well. God has been absent. And it has been the angels who have been trying to keep the world held together the best that they can."

Castiel knows there is a reason both he and the Winchester brothers have been stuck here, and can't return to their own home dimension. While he enjoys life here, there still was much work back home to be done. And trying a way back has been difficult.

Looking down at the sandwiches, Castiel nods his head. "I did. I found cookie cutters in a shop, bought a whole lot of peanut butter and jelly. And then there was the milk cartons. Please feel free to take more if you want."

[brother_alone]

"Well, ain't seen any evidence of them either back in my world. Just...monsters. Misfortune."

He shakes his head, taking a seat on one of the couches. Peanut butter and jelly dinosaurs, with little milk cartons. This guy is definitely strange. But it's a surprisingly good distraction technique to keep Josh from completely going off on a rant. Still unsure how to process this.

"I'll take one, sure. Thanks, bro.'