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Castiel 🐝 Angel 🐝 Pre-Creation 44 "You don't have to be ruled by fate. You can choose freedom. And I believe that's still something worth fighting for." Celeste Middleton Charlie Bradbury 🖖🏻 Human 🖖🏻 30 "I realized the only way to get away with being me was to be as indispensable as possible." AX400 🎠 Kara 🎠 Deviant "We just want to be free." Penned by SJ.

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SAM·:

the knocking on the door made him nervous, the speed and frequency of it making sam think that there had been some kind of emergency. a flurry of a bright red hair come rushing through the door as soon as he answered, not really giving him a chance to react before charlie was sitting herself down at his desk and opening her laptop. “what’s going on charlie?” he asked, approaching her and placing his hands on the back of the chair, looking over his shoulder at the screen. it would some kind of movie or tv show, but that didn’t explain why charlie was so stressed about it. “is there some kind of movie on this island that you haven’t seen? like a crazy unreleased star wars or something?” he asked, raising his brow as he looked down at her with a smirk. it was the kind of thing that the redhead would declare as an emergency.

At this point, that actually wouldn’t have surprised Charlie that much, and she made a mental note to check later. If there was Star Wars content she didn’t know about, she wanted in. This, though, was a much more pressing matter. “No, no, just... watch,” was her only response, surprisingly serious for once. She leaned forward slightly to press play, and the video came to life. 

‘We need to be back on the road, Dean, doing what we do best,’ came the voice of a young girl at the beginning. Sam and Dean -- the real Sam and Dean -- stood off-stage, watching a performance of their lives by highschoolers.

It was somewhere into the song that Charlie spoke up. “I... don’t know how accurate this is, but dude, the first five seasons are insane. And the episodes with me in it? Exactly how it actually happened. Is this-- I mean, did this happen?” She didn’t know what she was expecting to hear, whether a confirmation that yes, this happened, would be preferable to a no, this was an exaggeration of their story. Because damn, the implications of this? She didn’t even know what to do with that. 

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“Hey, Angel Cakes. Don’t know if you can hear me. If you even know you’re an angel, really, but I heard you were here from Satan’s love-child and just wanted to make sure you were okay. This is Anael, by the way. We’re friends. Kind of. We’re…we’re new friends. Alright uh…call me back? Amen…” She signed off of Angel Radio and shrugged. Hopefully, Cas had heard her message.

The voice completely caught Castiel off-guard. It wasn’t the first time he’d heard voices in his mind; there had been the muffled, messy, white-noise filled voices he couldn’t quite make out, and there had been the man, loud and clear, every night for some time now. This voice sounded somewhere in between. By now, though, he was kind of used to it, and he knew by now that something was... different about himself. He moved to sit down on a bench, feeling like he was completely crazy for what he was about to do, but making the attempt anyway. “Hello?” he said aloud, focusing hard on making the other (angel?) hear him. He had no idea if it even worked, but he kept going regardless. “Anael, if... if you can hear me, I... I’m not sure I understand what’s happening.”

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JACK·:

“Requiem? What’s that? Is that this place?” He asked with a new determination to find out what was going on. “How long ago  did you get here? Because it hasn’t been that long for me.”

“Yes, that is this place,” Castiel replied, furrowing his brow. “We’re on an island called Requiem.” He didn’t have much more information than that, really, with his lack of memory. “I’m not completely sure when I arrived. My memory goes back to just over a month ago, but it is possible that I was here sometime before then. I already had my home when I lost my memory. How long have you been here?”

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LOUIS·:

It was cute really. That someone that he was still human after all this time. He certainly didn’t seem human. Pale skin and almost glowing emerald eyes— far far from human anymore. “You think I’m human?” He stepped closer. “I’m far from that– a nightmare. A wolf in sheep’s clothing.”

“You don’t think I’m human.” Castiel wasn’t sure what to make of that. He wanted to believe the man was just trying to frighten him -- which, strangely, still wasn’t working -- but there was an air of something about the man that he felt he should have been frightened by. Or at the very least, unsettled. “In what way are you not human?”

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GWEN·:

gwen sighed. “nope. absolutely nothing. i just came here… knowing where i lived, despite not remembering ever being there before. had an i.d. that said gwen stacy and a few random objects scattered around.” she toyed with her hands in front of her, in her lap. “how long did it take for them to come back?”

“Huh,” was all that Charlie responded with at first. It matched her situation pretty much to a tee, the only difference was their memories. It sucked that the other couldn’t remember anything, though; it meant they had little to go on to make a link. Damn it. “Oh, uh. About a week for me? --Wait, your name is Gwen Stacy? For serious? That’s awesome! You happen to know anyone called Peter Parker?”

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OBI-WAN·:

“i wouldn’t know. i was taken from them when i was but a child.” something about this encounter was… off, to obi-wan. he felt like he was missing a key detail that the other woman knew, but was escaping him at the moment. “wait, fictional character?”

“Ah. Crap. Sorry,” Charlie replied, her face falling. She felt bad for bringing the topic up; she’d lost her own parents when she was twelve years old, and it still hurt her to think about.  She tried to perk up, though. “Oh, yeah. Obi-Wan Kenobi? Jedi Master? You’ve never seen Star Wars? Dude, you are missing out.”

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BLAINE·:

“Oh, thank God.” Blaine gasped, putting his hand to his chest. “It’s okay. What kind of fan stuff?” He looked at his comic book and beamed that he got a fellow nerd to enjoy his pick. “Uh, love them.” He said in an obvious but playful tone. “More of a DC guy, but I’ve been on a Marvel kick lately since Stan Lee died.” He sighed sadly. “I think I cried for three days straight.”

How was Charlie supposed to tell a stranger that it was fan stuff about her? She had no idea how to even process that herself, never mind put it into words. “Harry Potter,” she lied a little too quickly. “Just uh. Some fanart of a total notp.” That part wasn’t a lie at all, but she shook her head as though trying to rid her memory of the image. “Yeah, it was a real hard loss. The guy was a genius, dude. I tend to be more of a HP, Lord of the Rings, Star Wars, and Star Trek nerd, but I went through a comic book phase and loved them. I think I died a little inside when he passed, so man, you musta been really torn up.”

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EVIE·:

(¸.• ♛ → “They are insects and they can hurt you.” She says now looking at the other one, a small sigh escaped from her lips now. “I didn’t know that, well, what are you? I mean, some kind of bees expert?” The blue haired girl couldn’t help but ask, maybe he was obsessed with those bees and just those creatures in general or maybe he was some kind of professor of those? Yeah, that could be.

“Insects can be fascinating creatures,” Castiel replied with a slight frown, speaking as though it were a matter of fact rather than opinion. “Bees will only sting when they suspect you’re a threat. Stinging someone or something will kill them, so they will only attack in dire circumstances.” The question caught him a little off guard. “No, I’m not an expert.” At least, he didn’t think so? “I just have a fondness for bees.”

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HANK·:

“hey, hey - wait.” hank might be shit at reading people at times, but he could tell the girl was scared. her name may still be escaping him, but he didn’t want her to be scared. hell, he didn’t want her to leave, either, if only so that he wouldn’t have to worry about another android running around unsupervised. “no, no, you’re fine. stay. where’s the kid?” 

Kara had learned the hard way that trusting the wrong people could cost you dearly, and that had been without prior warning. She didn’t leave, but she did make sure to stay aware, ready to escape or fight back if it was required of her. “Her name is Alice,” she replied as firmly as she could, hurting at the thought of her missing daughter. It’d been months since she’d seen her, and god, how she missed her. She could only pray for her safety, silently took it as a relatively good sign that this man didn’t seem to know where she was, either. “She isn’t here. I haven’t seen her since--” she cut herself off, internally correcting herself with a lie, “Detroit.”

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CONNOR:

Connor never had anyone to talk to about breaking his code. Sure, he had spoken to Hank about it, but the deviants hated Connor for so long that if he tried to speak with them, they would believe he was tricking them. Markus was the first android to accept him into deviancy immediately. Maybe that was why Connor felt like he owed his life to him.

“They always wanted Markus gone. The thought that he was getting the public’s opinion and it was good? That just angered them more. I was so close to killing him, y’ know? But I realized that life was not just about the mission. That I could be free.” That was what Connor had tried to explain to sixty. But the damn machine would not listen. Connor did not want to kill him, but it was the machine over Hank. And Hank would always win.

“thank you. You’re not the first to tell me that.” He chuckled harshly. Hank was the only human that was proud of his choice. That’s why Connor was always looking behind his shoulder. he knew cyberlife would never forgive him for going against his code. Especially since Connor was made to stop anyone from doing that. “I-I don’t know. I don’t think so. I think if he was more people would notice the sudden change. Markus isn’t someone to stay quiet.”

Kara couldn’t help but give a small smile at that. No, Markus certainly wasn’t the type to stay quiet. He’d stood up and taken charge when no one else would. He’d changed the future for androids forever with the help of Jericho, begun the process of making their world a better, more peaceful place. Without him, androids would still be seen as only machines, would be treated like slaves. It was a shame he wasn’t on Requiem, though Kara suspected he’d be just as lost as everyone else on the island. 

“That’s likely a good thing,” Kara stated somewhat sadly, her tone disagreeing with her words. It was true, though. As lonely as she was, Markus needed to stay in 2038, or things could quickly turn for the worst. The city was already a mess, and Markus’ disappearance would take away the voice of reason. Any communication between humans and androids would deteriorate. “They need him in Detroit. They look up to him.” 

She paused before her next question, certain she already knew the answer, but not able to settle the spark of hope without hearing it from Connor himself. “What about Alice?” she asked. “The girl I had with me. Have you seen her? Or Luther, he’s a TR400. Really tall. Have you seen him?”

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CONNOR·:

“Oh, what did I not save him from.” Connor thought out loud. Hank seemed to have a tendency of needing to be saved and Connor just happened to always be around when that happened. Connor didn’t mind though. He enjoyed being able to keep his friend alive. He did worry for the time when he was not around to save the other, however. “I saved him from falling off a ledge, from getting shot by a deviant and the worst? I saved him from getting killed by an evil version of me.” Connor weakly let out a smile at the others last comment. He was not sure if there was, to be honest. No one from cyberlife had come and tried to kill him. But that did not leave him at ease. They very well could have been hiding in the shadows. “I am not sure. If I was back in Detriot, the answer would be yes. But on this odd island? I do not know.”

“Is Hank here on the island?” Castiel asked, concerned that -- with how often he seemed to need Connor’s assistance -- he might get into some serious trouble if they were separated. It certainly sounded like he was susceptible to it. “I am assuming the evil version of you was another android,” he said simply, not feeling all that afraid of that, either. Perhaps he should have been; if Connor was here, his ‘evil’ android twin could well have been, too. “I hope no harm comes to you. Perhaps something should be put in place to help ensure your safety.”

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TONI·:

toni let out a sigh, and shook her head, setting the dog down. “never mind, now isn’t the right time. right now, i need to figure out how to get her away from the farm.”

Castiel was becoming more and more confused by the second, not sure why the woman would need to take her girlfriend away from a farm. Perhaps she like animals a little too much? “In that case, I suspect she wouldn’t be frustrated with you for bringing home a dog,” he responded. “Perhaps it would encourage her away, even.”

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ZOE·:

“sorry, i really don’t have time to talk, not unless you’ve seen a purple notebook with stars scribbled on the cover, because its got a lot of private notes in it that i would really like to keep to myself.”

Charlie looked over at the girl and gave a wave of her. “Oh, I was just talking to myself,” she told her. It was something she did a lot, really. Or. Well. Talking to fictional characters in her head, but talking to yourself was a little more socially accepted, so that was what she went with. “I haven’t seen it. But, uh, honestly? The first thing people are gonna do when they find a lost notebook is look inside to see who it belongs to. You got your name in it?”

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