( log six | clinic catchall | open | are you really harmful for me? )

[dedikated]

Who: Clinic staff + anyone who wants to drop by!
What: Monthy catchall for clinic visits and shenanigans
Where: Take a wild guess
When: All through July
Warnings: Injuries, probably. Card games. Terrible people pretending to be not terrible people.


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[unknowable]

[He kneels down, picking up what he can while juggling his armful of supplies.]

You're... not human?

[He looks pretty human...]

[strangelic]

[ He shakes his head minutely, and turns his gaze briefly up, as though thinking over whether to announce himself or not. Truly, he hasn't hidden himself for any reason here so far, and feels no need to, but the old instinct isn't to reveal his nature straight away to strangers.

He overrides it. ]

I'm an angel.

[ He goes back to picking up the nails, almost at his limit for juggling the others into his palm while he picks up more, but they're almost done now. ]

[unknowable]

[Adam's reaction is skepticism, rather than alarm or anything approaching wonder. He's met some strange people here, and some non-humans, but an angel?

This guy looks more like a hobo, anyway.]

An angel. How does that work? I don't see any wings.

[strangelic]

Do you need to see them for them to be there?

[ He stands with his portion of nails, once the last of them have been cleared up. It's not spoken in any kind of challenge, really. His shoulders stay low, his expression soft. ]

Isn't it enough to have faith?

[unknowable]

Faith isn't something I'm good at.

[Faith in general, and religious faith in particular, are not the sort of thing Adam tends to rely on.]

I would have expected an angel to be... different.

[strangelic]

I'm different enough.

[ It's said almost sadly, and he gives his head the slightest shake, angling it forward again as he does. ]

I'm trying to be more human. It's good that it seems that way. Maybe it's working.

[ But prove he's an angel? He could do that--not that he's jumping over himself to do so. ]

[unknowable]

[Well, to be fair, Castiel does seem like a strange human, or possibly a lost homeless man. But angel? That's a bit of a stretch.]

I thought angels were supposed to be... I don't know. Holy, I guess. Why would you want to be more human?

[Humans mostly suck.]

[strangelic]

[ Haven't watched "Bruce Almighty", have you, Adam? Homeless men are totally holy. ]

Well personally speaking, I find humanity enviable. For one thing, you seem to find much more pleasure in food than I do. And then there's sleep, and sex...

[ He shakes his head. ]

Angels were only made for one thing.

[unknowable]

[He's not a big movie guy, unfortunately.]

You don't enjoy any of those things? Or do you just not need to do them?

[Maybe Castiel just hasn't tried properly. Or something.]

I guess you probably can't do what you were made to do here. God's will or something, I assume.

[strangelic]

To serve Heaven, yes. To serve Heaven, it isn't necessary. We experience things differently, that's all, and food is quite unpleasant when you can taste all of its constituent parts. I wonder if sex wouldn't be just as overwhelming.

[ He shakes his head. ] But you seem to enjoy it.

I suppose it is very difficult to believe, isn't it? That I might be a true angel.

[unknowable]

Not everyone enjoys food, and not everyone enjoys sex. Probably not for the same reasons as you, though. I guess you could try it and figure it out on your own.

[Adam is the scientific type - when in doubt, experiment.]

I believe that you're something, and that you're not human. There are plenty of people and things that aren't, after all. But an actual holy Christian angel? Yeah, that's hard to believe. I'm not even religious.

[strangelic]

It wouldn't be advisable.

[ In any case, he smiles minutely, something grim about the edge of it as he thinks over how to approach the disbelief. ]

Do you have to believe in something for it to exist? Did gravity not exist before you believed in it? If a meteor falls in the woods, does it make a sound if there's nobody there to hear it?

[unknowable]

Don't get me wrong - I believe that God probably exists. I just don't think it matters.

[His brow furrows a little, trying to find the words to explain.]

And in your world, maybe you are something like an angel. But that doesn't mean that you are one, that you would be one anywhere you went. In my world, there are no angels.

[strangelic]

Well that's... That doesn't make any sense at all. I'm an angel the same way that my friend Dean is a human--we are what we have always been, and being brought to this world doesn't change that. I was created by God. I watched humanity evolve, watched my brothers go to war with each other, resisted when the world was ending.

You are what you have always been? Why shouldn't I be, just because I have come here? It is what I have always been.

[unknowable]

I'm not really what I've always been.

[He shrugs. It wasn't coming here that changed him, but he certainly changed.]

I don't think there are angels where I'm from. There don't seem to be any here that weren't brought from elsewhere, either. Can you still contact your god, even here?

[strangelic]

I've never spoken to my father, or seen him.

[ Castiel only held his eyes up for a moment longer, to respond to that, before glancing away. ] But I still have my wings. My grace. I think it's fair to say that if a horse were brought through the door it would still be a horse. The same is true of me.

[unknowable]

I guess that's fair.

[It's not like he can argue someone into believing they're something they're not. He himself doesn't have to believe, so long as they know what they are.]

But you probably have a chance to try new things. No one's going to tell you not to, here. I mean, if you want to do things like that.

[strangelic]

Mmm. I think so. I hope so.

[ That's something in of itself, isn't it? Hoping for something? A personal something and not a best for the world and or Heaven something. He considers again, and then gives his head the slightest shake. ]

In any case, are you... Is everything okay, now?

[unknowable]

Oh - yes, I'm fine. I'm sorry again for interrupting you.

[From... weird angel meditation or whatever Castiel was doing before.]

[strangelic]

Of course. Um... I'm Castiel, by the way.

[ He offers his hand. ]

I regret that I'm not...more splendid.

[unknowable]

Adam Parrish.

[Balancing his things carefully, he reaches out to shake Castiel's hand. He smiles, just a little.]

I would trust you even less if you were.