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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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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."

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?"

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.