Night 56: Main Hallway, 1-West

[freewill]

[From here.]

He had reached the meeting point in less than a few minutes and there was still not another patient to be seen. Castiel paused, standing near the wall as he moved his flashlight up and down the corridor. There was nothing, not the sound of a shadow slipping through the dark; not the whisper of something less than human.

The only sound was the static that periodically came from his radio. He couldn't seem to get it to let up, and he wondered if it was reacting to him or if he'd been given a faulty one.

He would have preferred the former option, but he had been knocked down too many notches when it came to the loss of his abilities, his divinity, the very things that made him him.

Castiel let out a breath that had been caught in his chest and then lowered his flashlight. He wondered how long this whole process would take, but he supposed that all depended on how well he did as a student. He fashioned himself a fast learner, but he had never been able to grasp things like popular culture.

He imagined he would do a bit better with lockpicking, though. Leaning himself against the wall, Castiel stood there quietly, waiting for Orihara to show himself.

[For Izaya.]

Comments

SCREAM, I'M SO SORRY /sob

[propheteer]

[From here]

The walk from his room to the hall was quiet, and Izaya kept a careful eye out for Castiel all the while. Despite his efforts, however, he'd almost overlooked the man, who was waiting silently by the wall. Once he had spotted him, Izaya turned on his heel and made his way towards the other.

"I almost didn't see you there," he said in an attempt to be affable. He considered adding something like 'I hope you didn't wait long', but there were bounds to his own veneer of civility—and if Castiel had waited, all the better; it would just show that he was willing to wait.

But this was business, and tonight, Izaya would get straight to the point without playing around with Castiel first. "Unless you've rediscovered your ability to teleport once more, we should head for that lobby."

[freewill]

As more and more time had passed, Castiel had started to grow concerned that he had been forgotten. Or, more likely, that something had happened to Orihara that had prevented him from making their meeting. It was difficult for Castiel to be patient these days, both because humans had rubbed off on him and because the end of the world was nigh. It was hard to relax or wait quietly when he was still of the belief that it could be stopped if he only acted fast enough.

And yet here he was, waiting for someone to show up and teach him how to pick the lock on a door.

The hallway, which had been nearly empty when Castiel had first arrived, slowly filled up with different patients who met up and then headed off together. Still there had been no sign of Orihara, and the angel became more and more tempted to simply wander off on his own in order to make something of his night.

But then, finally, the human appeared. He didn't acknowledge his lateness and simply suggested that they get moving. Castiel wanted to ask him why it had taken so long, but that would only waste more time. Instead, he gave the man a quiet frown and then nodded.

"We'll have to walk," he said by explanation, not interested in small talk at the moment. He took off down the hall, expecting Orihara to keep up with him.

[To here.]