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"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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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."

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.

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.

"Ohh, but it is all for the sake of ascension. To break free of our mundane, mortal plane and rise to where the Great Ones have gone before us. Research has...forgone the use of the Old Blood, as Mensis has followed the efforts of Byrgenwerth, as opposed to the Holy Church. Instead, we focus on the mind. Suppression of the will, focusing it inward, invoking any who shall hear us to grant us eyes. Eyes to let us see beyond the shroud in place, between us wretches and the Paleblood sky."

If a lot of this terminology is lost on his conversation partner, he doesn't seem to spare a thought that this could be the case. Perhaps he's taken it for granted, or perhaps he's just been that long in his books. Or...cage. Or maybe he still thinks he's in a place where all of this is common knowledge to some degree.

The sandwich is still being picked apart and is half gone now.

This one reminds him of the hordes of human zealots to pray in their temples to him and his brothers. But he just keeps the fact he's not part of the mortal plane, and has known the myths of the Old Ones. And many other myths that have been proven not to be myths but part of the fabric of the universe.

"Most beings seek some form of ascension into the afterlife. I'm not familiar with your Great Ones unfortunately. But I'm interested in learning more about them."

And while it might appear that the terms are indeed lost on Castiel, it doesn't mean that he isn't interested in learning about something he doesn't quite understand. It is the apparent zeal that draws Castiel into wanting to learn more.

"My knowledge of those who live beyond the mortal plane is tied to my own universe, and perhaps now that I'm unable to return to my own world, I would explore and learn of the other universes that the Nexus is connected to."

"Afterlife? Oh no, no. To the Great Ones, there is no afterlife, simply what is: the unseen stratum. Death is meaningless once you've obtained greatness; your mortal shell an anchor, a hollow vessel, and little else. The terrible loop from ocean to cosmos," he draws a circle in the air with one finger, "cosmos to ocean. Death may be a step, but it is not proper ascension. It is only...a means to draw closer, to prepare for the following step. A method to launch oneself to the Nightmare or the Dream and pray for contact..." His hand changes to make an L shape with his pointer finger and thumb for some reason.

"And what have your studies of other worlds yielded? Is return to your own barred for fear of forgetting your lessons?"

"Interesting."

That is an interesting way of putting things into perspective, or so Castiel thinks when it comes to death and life in heaven. "So you seek immortality?" It is the only thing that he can think of as he watches the display. His head remains tilted to the side, and he taps his fingers on the armrest of his chair. "If not, I'm not sure if I understand."

"They're different from my own. And returning to my world as of now is not possible."

It is embarrassing to mention what brought both him and his two friends here. And what is keeping them from going back home.

"Immortality?" Micolash looks briefly confused, then shakes his head. "No, no. Nothing so passé. To become timeless as They are is only a side effect of the true end. And that is Insight. Understanding. I am goaded only by pursuit of the deepest knowledge, the most profound perception. All I do is for the sake of mind and eyes." His hand twists at the wrist, switching position on the upheld thumb and forefinger. "Those two...sometimes interchangeable."

All of this sounds like a very big riddle, and Castiel finds himself to be grasping at straws to figure out the meaning to this. And the creasing on his brow makes it all to evident that he is indeed lost. But other than the obvious, Castiel is damn lost and might be missing the obvious.

"Would you mind explain this a little bit more? I have a feeling that I'm missing something."

Yup he's missed things by a mile.

Micolash, once upon a time, was accustomed to people asking for greater explanation. Expected it, in fact. Being a professor renders it part of your job description.

But things have been strange for him for some time. Some place? How much time? He couldn't say accurately, couldn't even give you an estimate. Side effects of the place he was kept. The time he was kept? Another interchangeable variable. He should be writing these down. There's a sudden anxiety of forgetting that Micolash is now aware of.

All of this, of course, is internal confusion and thoughts ~~and bad roleplay, sorry~~. Outwardly, Micolash goes through his own variety of thinking faces; eyebrows furrowed, lips pulled between his teeth, deliberate and slow blinking.

"...Explanation." He says it aloud, remembering now what was expected of him. "Of course, of course." A deep breath, gathering his thoughts. "I do not actively seek immortality. Not to say I do not wish to achieve it. It is simply a secondary outcome based on what I so doggedly research. One who gains the proper Insight gains eyes. And one with eyes can see the paths to the higher planes. And those who travel there become timeless. Am I...making sense?" He's forgotten the last time he ever interacted with a layman, honestly.

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