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Entry tags:
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- albedo,
- allelujah,
- anise,
- battler,
- bella,
- byrne,
- carter,
- castiel,
- chise,
- claire littleton,
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- damon,
- dean winchester,
- edgar,
- edgeworth,
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- firo,
- grell,
- guy,
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- ippo,
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- kirk,
- kurogane,
- l,
- lightning,
- mccoy,
- meekins,
- mikado,
- nigredo,
- okita,
- peter parker,
- peter petrelli,
- prussia,
- rapunzel,
- renamon,
- rita,
- ritsuka,
- rose (tvd),
- scott pilgrim,
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- utena,
- wichita,
- zack
Day 57: Cafeteria
Edgar's charming company had raised Anise's spirits enough that not even the Head Doctor's voice could bring them back down. Besides, she was feeling pretty sure that Landel wasn't actually around. To begin with, it wouldn't make sense, and secondly, his announcements sounded suspiciously like ones she'd already heard before. While Anise wasn't very familiar with Earth technology, she'd seen the little devices in the Music Room that could play recordings of people's voices. This had to be something like that.
It wasn't long before Anise was escorted to the Cafeteria, and then to the section where edible food was being served. As she filled her plate with waffles, fruit, and sausages, she looked to the other side of the counter with a look of sympathy. It was hard to enjoy her own meals while knowing what the other patients had to suffer through.
She wasn't about to refuse her meals just out of guilt, though. Anise needed her strength for tonight. There was still a bit of a nervous twist in her stomach whenever she thought about what could happen down in the basement... but she wasn't going to back down. Not after promising her friends they'd go together.
With her tray in hand, Anise seated herself at an empty table in the middle of the room. She preferred to have company while eating, but it looked like she was one of the first patients there, so there was no one to sit with. Maybe if she minded her manners and tried to look her cutest, she'd attract someone handsome! Holding her utensils delicately, she began to cut her waffles into smaller pieces.
[For Battler.]
It wasn't long before Anise was escorted to the Cafeteria, and then to the section where edible food was being served. As she filled her plate with waffles, fruit, and sausages, she looked to the other side of the counter with a look of sympathy. It was hard to enjoy her own meals while knowing what the other patients had to suffer through.
She wasn't about to refuse her meals just out of guilt, though. Anise needed her strength for tonight. There was still a bit of a nervous twist in her stomach whenever she thought about what could happen down in the basement... but she wasn't going to back down. Not after promising her friends they'd go together.
With her tray in hand, Anise seated herself at an empty table in the middle of the room. She preferred to have company while eating, but it looked like she was one of the first patients there, so there was no one to sit with. Maybe if she minded her manners and tried to look her cutest, she'd attract someone handsome! Holding her utensils delicately, she began to cut her waffles into smaller pieces.
[For Battler.]
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That was, it didn't really happen. Ever. But Gabriel had also been spending a few hundred years - give or take - around humans, and even a vessel gave off tell-tale signs. Gee, someone cared. That sure filled him full of warm and rosy feelings. Except, you know, Castiel had been miraculously absent during that whole diabolical scheme and he'd been pushed into the angelic savior caricature, with dramatic entrance and everything. Tables, turning, etc.
"How do you think?" It wasn't a really big secret that killing an archangel wasn't even near on the same level as killing one of the Host missing out on the whole arch thing. It was a private club, and murder stayed up in the white collar portion. To be honest, Gabriel wasn't sure how much he wanted to get into the Elysian Fields disaster. Admitting that he had basically let Lucifer kill him wasn't going to earn any brownie points, and even Castiel, with his love of family, wouldn't really understand why.
It was a personal thing.
"Considering we only have one brother really opting in for the Apocalypse, I thought it would have been pretty obvious." Pause. "Okay, we have more than one, but there's only one Big Bad in play here. And your Winchesters? Magnets for trouble. Put two and one together and you get your own private little massacre."
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But it was something that should have been obvious from the start. The Winchesters did seem to attract trouble, and it was always the people around them who suffered. Castiel stared across the table at his brother, losing some of the stoniness of his expression as he tried to understand. He knew that it would be impossible to get the full story out of his brother, but he wanted to know more.
For some reason, he almost felt as if he should apologize on Sam and Dean's behalf. They weren't able to do so for themselves, seeing how they still knew nothing, and he... well, it seemed that he hadn't been there when he should have been.
"I'm... sorry," he said eventually, figuring that it was best to leave it as an overall statement. Sorry for Sam and Dean not realizing the enormity of their own actions, sorry for his absence, sorry for the fact that Gabriel had suffered from the very fate that he'd been running from.
There was one thing that he couldn't ignore, however. "Nonetheless, it seems that someone saw fit to bring you back." From a death acted out by Lucifer, no less.