Schemer's Playhouse

Fun for me, Deadly for you! A Tricksters gotta have a little fun. ;) OC RP Blog

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deathsangelisntdead:

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Azrael was fully laughing at this point, almost to the point of spilling the little bit of wine that remained in her glass. But the angel righted herself again, trying to get a handle on herself, though the wide grin on her face didn’t seem to want to disappear. So the smile remained as Az crossed her legs, leaning back a bit as if to seem more dignified — if that was possible at this point. “I knew it was going to be particularly hard to beat you at this game, Graph. I’m afraid I just don’t have the stamina for such a rough subject,” she shrugged, giving yet a few more innuendos. But Az had relinquished the crown of inappropriate conversation to Graphua with a knowing smile. She simply huffed then, grin still in place. “Oh course, I didn’t mean to underestimate your talents.”

The angel remained in a good mood, though her expression had shifted to something a little more somber now, a little more serious. She knew Graph was musing aloud, but she still chimed in. "It’s part of our programming. And while many of us work on ourselves, it’s hard to get past what I’ve come to see is nothing but blatant racism,” Az sighed a bit, glancing away for a moment before looking back at her host when he mentioned the word mother.“In that regard, I can respect her,” she said in almost a whisper. At least they were on the topic of angry Winchesters now though, and the smile returned. “It’s amusing to think they really believe nothing can slip past them. It’s no wonder they’re perfect angel vessels,” she huffed.

Graphua blinked at her over the top of his wine glass. He rather found the sound of the angel's laughter inviting. It made a change, while he enjoyed laughter these days he rarely heard it. He felt his own lips form into a grin and took another slow slip while Azrael worked to regain her composure. He eyed her with a sly smile, "It seems even angels can have a little fun under the right circumstances." The smile became even more devious, "Well, sad as I am to see us reach the climax, far me it from me to pound the conversation into oblivion. That would be a pokey affair in both ends." he chuckled, placing his glass down and sighing, it was fun to play with words again. "You never" should  my dear, many have and, now I think about it... None have lived to lament that mistake." he said, a dangerous twinkle in his eye.

"Racism," he mused, "Is it not funny to think that once again angels and humans are acting in common. It seems to me that when your father created them he really didn't change much. All he did was never truly reveal himself to them, there was always that thought in their heads that he was a myth. You all knew he existed, even if the majority of your kind have never seen him." he said, "Father of the year." he deadpanned. He tilted his head when Azrael looked away, "Parents." he said, as though it explained it all. "I suppose you might say her intentions were correct, her method was flawed." Graphua chuckled, "Oh please, I have run rings around those two many times. The trick is, always point out the obvious, once they rarely think I knew more than I said. Honestly, it was a little insulting they thought me so uninformed." he said wryly. "Indeed, though I cannot say your brothers are much better. They suit one another, perfectly." he rolled his eyes at the thought.

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Castiel || graphua

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       “Yes, I do think words are weapons. To this day, some words go beyond my vocabulary with the slangs and slurs of sarcasm and other forms of how humans communicate.” He seemed to squint slightly at the deer. “I like all creatures in nature, no matter what sound devices they make.”

       The angel seemed to only tilt his head to the left slightly, “In which that is an instinctive reaction to everyone. Its in the so called fight or flight scenario.” Castiel replied as he shifted slightly. He paused for a few moments, “Besides talking about actions and violence. The forest seems to be a calming area, is that why you wish to come here?” he questioned.

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Graphua chuckled, "I have made it my business to try and dissect the nuances of the human speech." he said, "It can be fun in a way, so much to learn. Sarcasm is a favourite of mine, a joy to use. Though it doesn't take a great deal of brain power to grasp it once you know what to look for." He smiled, "Something we have in common then."

"Well, I always prefer flight, though I cannot say that has always been my action." he admitted, "Well. The simple answer to that is my house is here, I have been in this forest as far back as my memory knows. It is my home and I am satisfied with it." he said, "If you give your word not to create any chaos for the moment, I shall invite you inside my home. Should you like?" he asked.

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deandrowningdemons:

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Dean shot the man a bitchface when he clearly mocked him for not knowing of the writer. “Hey,man. I read.” He defended though there wasn’t much conviction behind it. 

Dean rolled his eyes at the mention of the abandoned building. “It’ll do.” He said looking up at the complex. 

Dean did a walk through of the building making sure it was empty. When he was sure it was clear he took his time heading back to the car. His thoughts were on his time in hell and the things he did there. He had come so far since he was in the pit, years later, and yet here he was about to use what he had learned from the demon that tortured on yet another demon. 

Dean hated doing this. He hated even move that he didn’t hate it at all. He enjoyed making them suffer, which only made him feel like more of a monster in the long run. 

As he headed back to the car he looked around making sure the coast was clear. He brought his attention back to the car as he approached the trunk where Graphua waited. “Every thing looks good. Let’s get him inside.” He ordered before he stuck the key into the trunk and popped the hood open. 

Dean pulled the demon from the trunk before he closed the hood and pushed the demon forward towards the building. “Well, here we go.”

Graphua chuckled smugly, at least the man could recognise an insult when it was made. "I meant something besides pornography magazines." he said, doubting he was wrong in the matter.

"I suppose for our circumstances the area will suffice." he prodded the floor with a foot, half expecting it to cave in.

He felt the demon banging against the boot as Dean walked around the building. He wouldn't want to switch places with it, and really, it was the fools own fault for creating such a mess. Still, Graphua had done what he preferred to do, got someone else to deal with the problem. He could always trickle the name of the main demon back to his father, then he could fix the problem.

"Having second thoughts?" he asked Dean when he got back, "Seems like you're thinking important things." he hopped off the boot and watched him grab the struggling demon, "More of the story that cannot be shared." 

"Perhaps I can help?" he asked, snapping his fingers and wrapping the demon in chains. "It should make him easier to move. Though you can do the heavy lifting." he smiled. 

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winchesterorangel:

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Sam chuckled a little more, finding the kid a little more entertaining the more he spoke. He did raise a brow however to the car comment, wondering if it was actually true…And if so how weird that would be; the car that could think. Then again, he had been a car at one point and it hadn’t been one of his proudest moments.

"Jesus… A man-eating rose bush?" Sam laughs, probably a little harder than he should, but the image itself is grand. "I’m good. At least I hope so. But I think you’re good. You seem to have a good heart, even if your ways are a little questionable."

Graphua grinned widely when he got Sam to laugh, he liked the sound of laughter, it made him feel calm. "I called her Lily... I thought it was ironic." he chuckled a little, "You must be good. I'm sure of it, I mean, you were fighting the bad guy, so you gotta be the good guy." he nodded, "Logic at it's finest."

"Well, I try to be good, an old guy suggested it to me, he said guys called 'Hunters' would come after me if I didn't... He was a nice guy, I think I met him about thirty odd years ago." He commented, just cause he looked like he'd barely hit eighteen didn't mean he was.

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deathsangelisntdead:

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The angel actually found herself giggling somewhat, amused to no end. And while she wasn’t surprised Graphua was rather good at this kind of talk, it was still somewhat of a pleasant discovery. “Really, any topic that can keep me up all night is a topic worth discussion. Regardless of how sore the subject might make me,” she continued, though knowing Az, she’d probably run out of innuendos long before Graph did. She laughed again though, sighing in mock disappointment. “Yes, that much was rather disappointing. Though I think I would’ve gotten a bit more enjoyment out of his stats than you would,” she mused with a grin.

Azrael tilted her head, listening to Graph for a moment. He made a good point, though Az had never been much of a story teller. Angels were a little too straight forward for that sort of thing. Talk of Eve always left a questionable taste in the angel’s mouth though. She’d been around when the girl was…well, a girl. What happened afterwards was regrettable. “I can understand why,” she remarked though, smiling a bit. The smile widened when he spoke about surprising Sam and Dean, and she even laughed a little. “I’m sure they were livid.”

He smile widened when Azrael began to laugh, this was going to be fun. "Oh my dear, it's so nice to find a fellow with a deep, hard interest in the subject such as what I posses. I find the topic very easy to swallow, it's fun to talk about on a sofa, on the floor, in a bed, even in the back of a Nissa Micra as I recall." he winked, "But's then, that's a story for another time." he chuckled, fussing with the sleeping squid once more. "Oh Madame, you disappoint me, surely you should know better than anyone I know how to make the best of any man. In any capacity." His father was Crowley, being sexually confident was part of the package.

He nodded, "I would't have minded meeting her, Eve I mean." he said thoughtfully, "I understand if your kind would look upon her with disdain. I know you live up high, but is sitting on a high horse as well always so necessary?" he half-asked, not counting Azrael in those he spoke of, "Anyway, she was a mother at heart. And that was something I missed. It would have been nice to meet someone like that." he narrowed his eyes, the corners crinkling in delight, "Oh they were gobsmacked, then angry, then curious, then rude, the apologetic." he winked, "I'll leave to nuances of the encounter to your imagination." 

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Pardon My Pranking

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kaylathecrossbreed:

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           ”I guess you could say, already to late for that.” Her stomach fell slightly. As she shook her head. “Not evil now, but a twice I was.” She told him, as she had never told anyone that. Yet, she also didn’t have someone who could almost be in the same footsteps as her, to try and talk to.

           “Well, yea. But, that is just to look at. The snow is wonderful as well. But the cold and wetness of it. ” She gave a soft grin. “If there is a body of water, that could cool ya down. But I do agree, in the cold. You can bundle up if needed too.” She gave a small shrug, “I think I may try to do it on my own. Though the bedroom you did create for me, is pretty sweet.” She smiled up at him. Her blue eyes looking at him.

He watched her and let out a small, ‘hmm’ noise and paused before he spoke, “Well. What’s done is done I suppose. Actions cannot be taken back, all you can do is move on and try not to do it again.” He told her, blinking a few times and sighing, he had never been evil per say, but he’d been rather vicious on a few occasions. “I guess everyone does things they wish they hadn’t.”

“Oh don’t be a wuss dear,” he chuckled, “A little cold and wet never did anyone too much harm. So long as they weren’t out in it for hours.” He reasoned, “And sometimes water can be hot too. You know where you stand if you bundle up in layers.” He nodded. “Ahaha, well. I’m glad you like the room dear.” He grinned at her, “If you need anything else for it just let me know.” He told her.

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Castiel || graphua

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teamfreewillandwings:

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       The Angels blue eyes seemed to slid to the animal that the other had almost not even really be spooked away. As it seemed like the deer wasn’t even skiddish of the other, Castiel watched taking in the sight he was seeing right in front of him. “Well, in a matter of them not speaking like you and I, yes, animals do have their ways of communication.” He gave a small grin, “Over what I have seen, a rabbit has gotten its nickname in some areas, by thumper. As when they thump their back legs on the ground, they are communicating.” Castiel spoke softly. As he seemed to relax slightly in the presence of the animal. Fathers creations.

       “Well stuff, also seemed to be an overview of many objects. It isn’t very descriptive, or detailed when explanation on ‘stuff’ comes to a conversation.” Castiel had begun to not only take interest in this Halfling, and his ways, but on how he seemed to be more calm and strive in the nature, and fathers creation. The Angel gave a nod, “Yes, I seem to understand what you mean. Much violence has taken place, in which if others would take the time to talk, and not be hostile, many lives would still be here.” He ended.

Graphua was very aware he was being watched by the other, both him and the deer. He continued to fawn over him, muttering quiet compliments of it’s grace and form. “Speaking is an invention of humans.” He said to Castiel, still looking at the deer, “I tend to think of words as weapons. In a way they are. After all, human beings really are masters of destruction.” He said, “Only a select few can be truly kind. But those few keep my faith in the species alive.” He said, giving the deer a final kiss before rising and letting the beast go back to the woods. “Rabbits thump, owls hoot, dogs bark and cats meow. I find all equally entertaining.” He chuckled.

He hummed a small sound before turning back to the angel, grinning. “Isn’t that a strength though? Some situations require a vagueness before getting to their raw unvarnished centre. Usually that portion of the conversation is not nearly so pleasant.” He said wryly, sighing a little. It seemed he could have trouble on the horizon, and he went to great lengths trying not to get involved. “Violence is a sad song, I don’t care for it.” He said, “Though, I won’t hesitate to defend myself and my own if I must.” He raised his chin a little, “Some things in this world are worth fighting for, be it with words or actions.”

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deandrowningdemons:

graphua:

Dean glanced over at the Trickster before returning his gaze to the road. “You EVER touch my car, I will stick a blade so far up your ass you’ll be begging for me to end you.” He warned.

Dean let out a huff when the man mentioned the story behind it all. He kept his gaze on the road as he answered him. “Well, that’s the only story you’re getting.” He told him.

Dean glanced over the man once again with a raised brow. “Oscar who?” He asked returning his gaze to the road.  

At the mention so the story once again Dean let out a long sigh. “Yeah well, we all have our secrets now don’t we?” He said. “Think whatever you want.” He told the man. 

"Well that’s a happy thought." Dean retorted about the whole city left to ruin comment. 

It wasn’t long before Dean pulled the impala up to what appeared to be an abandoned warehouse. It wasn’t as good as the bunker would be but it would do. There was no way in hell Dean was taking his new companion back to the bunker or giving him any idea where it was at all. 

Dean killed the engine and climbed out of the car. He pocketed the keys and turned towards the Trickster. “Stay here. I’ll be right back.” He said pulling his gun from behind his back and heading towards the building to do a sweep and make sure it was actually empty. 

Graphua gulped a little but tried his best to hide it, turning to look at the hunter he grinned, “Ohhhh, kinky.” He winked, folding his hands in his lap all of a sudden he regretted getting in this thing since Dean cared about it so much, his mischievous side was chomping at the bit.

He chuckled and shrugged a little, he could have got a worse answer, “A simple no would have done ya know.” He said, perhaps it would be something to look into when this whole affair was over. “In the mean time I’ll just have to make do with what I have.”

He raised a brow back and was fighting to smack the guy up the head, as an avid reader he found that insulting. “Oscar Wilde. He writes things called ‘books.’ Which people read.” He said slowly, like talking to an infant.

He turned to the hunter, expression now vague instead of comical, “Why yes I believe your right.” He said sombrely, “We all do have secrets, things no one else should know.” He had many events he’d rather keep quiet about his past. It didn’t mean he didn’t want to snoop in other people’s though. “Oh believe me. I will.”

He looked around at the warehouse when the car came to a halt, it didn’t seem like a place a hunter would set up a permanent shop, but then he wouldn’t invite Dean to his home either. It was to be expected, “My, my, how glamerous.” He quipped, “Do you bring all your dates here?” he blinked, trying not to grin.

“Whatever you say.” He said, watching Dean get out of the card, then proceeded to disappear and reappear by the Impala’s boot, “I’ll keep an eye on happy pants back here.” He chuckled, rubbing the boot of the car.    

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deathsangelisntdead:

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Azrael laughed at the obvious puns, glad that Graph was so willing to play into the conversation. Not that the angel particularly disliked talking about men either though. “It’s a rather sizable topic of discussion, isn’t it? Very fulfulling,” she joined in on the puns, the smirk never vanishing from her lips. At least up until Graphua mentioned Sam, and then the grin dropped somewhat. “We haven’t been speaking,” she admitted, more disappointed sounding than sad. “He’s been off doing his own thing, and so have I. But he seems happy, so I’m not one to object. I think I’ve found I prefer the company of friends over potential partners though, less blind optimism,” Az shrugged, quite less bitter than the statement would have suggested.

She nodded solemnly then. “It’s a rather long one, and to be honest, there’s quite a few missing pieces,” the angel admitted, continuing to lightly swirl the remnants of her wine around in the glass without touching it. But they were talking about him now, and she managed another smile. “It’s only fair,” Az prompted, listening with a curious expression as Graph continued on. Her smile widened quite a bit then, and she sat back. “Reminds me a lot of Gabriel. Of course…he’d have to use tricks to get out of angel warding. Not having that problem seems very handy indeed. Are there any tight spots you’ve gotten out of that way?”

He raised a brow at her, if they were going to play innuendo this could be a marvellous conversation. He rather enjoyed such talk, it gave him an excuse to be politely crass. "I believe it's a subject of great depth, something you can really pound into." he finished, sipping his wine regally, as though they were discussing completely polite matters. He frowned a little and watched her carefully over the rim of his glass, "My, my," he said after a pause, "Sad songs. But so long as you aren't lamenting the jolly green giant then I suppose things can continue. It's a pity though, I shan't deny I would have enjoyed gossip of his... Stats, as it were." and he truly was curious. "Failing that though I have a very active imagination." he chuckled.

"Ahh," he said vaguely, listening to her, "Like a jigsaw from a charity shop. Though I find those often have the best histories, despite the missing elements," he told her, a half-baked interesting tale held more appeal than a complete yet boring one. "And I am nothing if not fair my dear." he chuckled, "Usually." he nodded, pleased that she was interested in his information on his kind, "Well, he did make himself Loki, I think he was rather envious of us Tricksters, one of Eve's favourite children was the Alpha trickster." he told her, "Oh more than one my dear. But it was always fun waltzing into a Winchester nest despite all the wards to keep things out." he chuckled, "The first time I did it the look on their faces was priceless." 

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Castiel || graphua

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teamfreewillandwings:

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       Castiel cocked his head to the side, “I wish to not explain what small things could have such a great impact on this world.” He swiftly stated.

       Castiel untilted his head, as his vessels lips gave a small curve. He was very fond of humans, and their ways. Well, most of them. Some ways and traits didn’t please him very well. As he also had become fond of the species of animals, insects and other beings father had put on this planet. One, was how bees are so much needed. To make honey. At least a common name for them are honeybees. "Yes, I know what you mean. Many animals do not have speech, but they make a good impact on how human live their daily lives.”

       The Angel could tell that the other seemed to be on alert, as his body language began to speak for itself. "Well, stuff is a vague word for many things. In which, I am here to make sure that no one else has come to find you. For most wish of you to be dead, or worse. But I don’t wish upon violence, and I in fact don’t think half breeds should be labeled as abominations.”

Graphua chuckled and eyed the angel slyly, "I see. Something beyond the comprehension of one such as I." he said, not offended, only intrigued, "Either way my fox seems to have had little impact."

He watched Castiel like a hawk, taking in the nuances of his expressions since he was something of a closed book to read. One of the animals in he woods poked it's head out a little further. Graphua watched and floated back a little further, touching down and waving the beast forward. A young buck, antlers only just appearing, cautiously entered the clearing and walked over to him. Graphua held a hand out and the deer allowed itself to bed petted, leaning into the touch. "Indeed. Though I find an animal can communicate perfectly, if it wishes to." he smiled, using his other hand to scratch the deer's chin. "Isn't he lovely? I have known this deer since he was born." 

"Stuff is an excellent word, do not discount it for its vagueness." Graphua loved words, speaking was something of a game to him, the right words for the right reactions. "The vague gives way to many more branches of conversation." he grinned then became more serious when Castiel continued, "... I see." he continued to pet the deer, "I can assume you, no other of you kind have sought me out. And the few supernatural beings that came thought here wishing me harm have been... Dealt with." he said. "That is a view which I share surprisingly." he deadpanned, "I have never harmed an innocent, I do not see the point. I only attack when prompted. Or to protect what is mine." 

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deathsangelisntdead:

graphua:

“Oh none taken,” Az grinned. She knew she wasn’t exactly like most angels. Not that Azrael was trying to distance herself from the others so much — a soldier is always a soldier — but there were noticeable differences in character when you were created in Heaven, and when God plucked you from the earth for a higher purpose. You’d think it would give Az a sense of entitlement, but it did just the opposite. She laughed again though, giving Graph a nod. “Now that I can agree with you on. The female form is gorgeous, but I definitely have a preference for the male…stature.” She just chucked then, nodding.

Judging by her host’s reaction, Azrael was confident that her piece of information was definitely trade worthy, and she felt a sort of pride in that. There was also bitterness in her eyes though, and she glanced away for a moment. “Reprogramming. I’ve heard it’s…difficult, but obviously Heaven has found a way.” She looked back at him. “Well, I hope I get there soon,” Az sighed, downing her second glass of wine before tilting her head at Graph. “What about you? Anything interesting I should know about Tricksters?”

"Excellent, you know how I loathe to offend other people." he chuckled, quite the opposite really, he loved using his words to make others squirm, it was something of a hobby with him. Graphua grinned, "Ahh, must talk between friends always fall back on the subject of the male form? Because I do so love it when that happens. It gives one a marvellous chance to get the girth of a conversation sorted. Plus it's ripe for innuendo, or out-uenddo depending on where the conversation is being held." he trailed off, "Speaking of the male form, how are you Sam getting on?" he asked, hoping for a dirty yet oh so good story.

 He eyed Azrael, his amethyst eyes hawklike on her features. Trying to get something more than her own words gave away. "Reprogramming?" he said slowly, "I see. There is most definitely a story there, yes." he leaned back, "A story indeed." He smirked when she brought up his own kind, "You wish to know my secrets ehh?" he asked, "Well, it would be rude not to share when you have. Alright," he leaned closer, "We Tricksters are an interesting lot, know this. You can ward out angels, demons, vampires, ghosts, but us?" he grinned, "We can manipulate space and time to a small extent, you cannot ward us out. Ever." he finished, "Handy wouldn't you say?" 

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deathsangelisntdead:

graphua:

“As true as that is for many of the others, I happen to laugh a lot,” Az grinned smugly, like it was some sort of trophy to be held over the halos of angels. That The Angel of Death could laugh, and took every opportunity to do so. How horribly ironic, when you really thought about it. But she was still smiling, especially at talk of women. “I like women. Not just because I’ve chosen to look like one—” it went deeper than that, obviously, “—but because they represent me in a way men usually can’t. They’re unsuspecting, but vicious. Sometimes I feel like Lucifer would have had an easier time in a female vessel. But God is so biased against us,” she grinned before shrugging at him. “Lucky I’m so observant.”

Graph’s question was interesting though, and as he pet the adoring squid, Azrael though about what best to say. “Something about angels…” she mulled over, swirling the wine around in her cup in contemplation. Then she smiled, looking back at him. “There are only about five angels, in all of creation, who were once human.” And the way the angel says this, with a smirk in her eyes and wine on her lips as she takes another sip, makes it obvious she knows a lot about this little fact. In any case, she waits to see if her piece of information is trade-worthy. In the meantime… “I’d make peace if I could, but I’m not sure how. Not this one.”

"Well, I bet you were thought to be something of an oddity among the feather brained masses. Most of those folks have the comical sense of a bunch of battery hens." he smirked at her, "No offence." He used laughter as a mask, an expression of joy, and in some cases, a weapon. And now he laughed at her reasoning, "I see, well, while I do find females marvellous for conversation," he nodded to her, "I find the power and simplicity of the male form rather... Enticing," he winked at her, "I agree though, I only met him briefly but he seemed rather... Feminine." he chuckled, "God is a father, but I suppose Daddy's little girl doesn't apply here."

"Yes, something interesting," he watched her, eyes slightly narrowed, a cracker in one hand, glass floating beside him in the air. When she spoke he tilted his head a little, "Really?" the word soaked in curiosity, "How delightful, it makes me wonder how they could attain such power, such a change in station as it were." he explained, then paused for a moment, "Hmm, well I suppose that is something you'll just have to figure out for yourself, everything can be resolved, it just takes time to get to a point where you can resolve it." 

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Castiel || graphua

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        “The universe, and well the earth, work in mysterious ways? In which is put together by others, and beings that have a higher power then just the allusion of making a fox with two interesting tail.” Castiel drew out, his face not forming into anything other then a small musing feature.

        The angel watched the other take a step forward. He then gave a nod, “Yes, I agree. The understanding of the human things, ideas an even speech I cease to still not understand.” His fingers hovered slightly over his trench coat, as they still held at his sides loosely.

       The angel went to open his mouth to give the other some answers. He was gone. Soon Castiel slowly looked at the other. As he made a small note to know how the other learned his abilities and how he achieved them so smoothly. "I am Castiel, an Angel Of The Lord. And you are not the only half ling I have encountered.” He didn’t go into how he knew about him. Maybe it a was a mistake of messing with his angelic radio. But, he also wanted to make sure that no one else heard, for the angel was fearful of the others wellness.

He cocked his head to the side, listening to the being think, it was an interesting idea he had, "So in other words, in the grand scheme of things, what's one little two-tailed fox?" he chuckled, finding the idea amusing and slightly encouraging.

"Oh, I know all about humans, they like to camp out here sometimes, so I listen in to what they say," he smiled, "They like to talk a lot about nothing, I've never seen a species speak so much and mean so little. Even the animals in my forest know what they're doing without as much talk." he said, looking off into the woods, he could feel some creatures nearby, too cautious to come any closer.

He froze at the title, an Angel? He'd only read about them, but he knew what they were, and he knew what he was. Cleary mister wingy new he was a half-trickster, he just hoped they wouldn't find out about his other half. "Oh, well that's interesting." he said, straightening up and performing an exaggerated bow, "Nice to meet ya! I am Graphmedgondrux, but most folks just call me Graphua." he said with a wink, "I live in this forest," he said floating back, crossing his legs and sitting mid-air, "Did you just wanna say hello? Or would you like to talk about stuff?" he asked.

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deathsangelisntdead:

graphua:

Well that one definitely left Az speechless for a few moments. But she suddenly started laughing, nearly spilling her wine in the process. “S-sorry, sorry, I’m mostly laughing at your woman comment,” she grinned, taking a long drink from her glass to prevent possible spillage. “I dunno what to make of women. I mean…I obviously well acquainted with them—” especially considering Azrael hadn’t always been Azrael “—but you might have a point.”

She tilted her head a bit then before looking down, her grin suddenly darkened. “You’ll find one, maybe two books that still reference me. But if you want real information, you have to ask me directly,” she looked back up, the grin still on her face, though it didn’t seem genuine. It was too somber. “But I suppose we are,” she added softly, thinking they were discussing the squid again. But no, slipping anything past Graph would be impossible. Az just sighed, not surprised by the question. “Not exactly. I’ve just got a lot of old ghosts and they never fail to terrify me when I least expect it.”

He watched the angel laugh with a bland expression on his face, while on the inside he was laughing along with her, it had certainly been an interesting night if nothing else. "Oh please dear, laugh to your hearts content, I get the feeling that your kind don't do that particularly often." he smiled, "I would think you should be dear, you are currently one after all, but then's who's to say what the morrow might bring?" he asked, "I always have a point dear, it's just that sometimes I'm the only one who gets it." he winked.

He considered her for a moments, "Books are all well and good dear, I wouldn't dismiss them for a moment, they were all I had growing up." he pet Corney some more, "But sometimes you cannot beat a primary source of information. Tell me something, something about angels that would interest me. I'll tell you something about Tricksters in exchange." he bribed shamelessly. "Old ghosts eh? Well, not all ghosts can be salted and burned, sometimes all you can do is make peace with them and part as friends, or be terrified for the rest of your days."  

[survivingthedemonsinside-archive]

Castiel || graphua

[graphua]

teamfreewillandwings:

[ graphua ]

       The angel couldn’t help but give a small smile as he watched the fox fade, as he had to admit. That kind of power amused him. It made him want to know more of the others abilities to be. As he watched the last of the fox go from sight.

       Castiel’s blue eyes shifted to the being that moved from being the trees. His sight catch every movement, ever glint, and ever bit of energy that the youngling had in him. Giving him a small curve of his vessels lips. “It was a sight game, with two tails, it isn’t natural, and I don’t understand why I would want to play along with something that isn’t real.” The celestial being explained.

       “I can assure you I am not going to harm you. I wish to not have violence, I wish to end it. Though I have my doubts on why it still exists, I only harm upon defense.” He drew out slowly and softly. “I came here to simply know if it was true. There wasn’t much to go on, but some brothers and sisters do talk about you. And I wish that they do not take action first.”

He didn't speak for a moment, getting his thoughts together. The being had a nice form if nothing else, but then being pleasant to look at and pleasant to speak too are two very different things. "Just because it wasn't natural doesn't mean it can't exist." he reasoned, still giving a quality of naivety to his voice and posture, "If that really were the case then I wonder if half the things in the universe would be here at all."

"I don't understand many things," he blinked, taking a hesitant a step forward, "But that doesn't mean I won't acknowledge them." Like the being before him, he didn't understand it at all, it was certainly novel.

"So, you're an envoy of peace?" he said, lips quirking towards a smirk, "That's very rare I believe. I don't fight, I talk." he said, frowning slightly. "What rumours? Who talks about me? Action?" Too many questions and not enough answers. He dissipated and reappeared very close to Castiel, back bent forwards slightly and looking up at him, arms loosely linked behind his back, "What are you Mister?" 

[graphua]

deathsangelisntdead:

graphua:

Azrael huffed a bit at that, not saying anything for several moments. For being an angel, she sure did have a much more toned-down sense of superiority than most of the others. That wasn’t to say Az couldn’t be arrogant, but she worked on herself. That had to count for something. “You should see me when I’m drunk,” she smiled a bit, taking another sip of wine for emphasis. His comment on luck made her smile wider though, and she nodded, relating to that point rather well. But Graph was asking about her now, and Az drew her lips into a tight line. “I’m The Angel of Death. I mean…there’s plenty I’ve done that have been written in history.” The Plagues of Egypt for one. Of course…there were others she didn’t talk about readily. “Oh, I do too,” she tried — probably failed — to change the subject. “Grey is a lot more fitting for those of us who walk on the neutral line.”

Graphua only grinned and continued to watch her, he could always rely on his mouth to leave others speechless, it was something he was particularly happy about. He chuckled when she did reply but raised a brow at her, "I have been drunk once in my life, and when that did happen I had sex with a demon, in a female vessel." he shuddered, "Never again dear, I swear God invented the female for to confuse men, both straight and gay alike." he remarked. He cocked his head to the side, Az didn't seem keen on talking about herself, interesting. "Oh pssh, if I wanted to read about you dear I'd find a library, surely we're close enough to speak freely with one another?" he asked with a sly grin, "Yes. Grey is fabulous colour, Corney would know. He's decorated in one of the many shades we are discussing." he petted the squid fondly, "But anyway, subject changes aside," he smirked at her, "Are you uncomfortable with what you are?" he asked bluntly.

[graphua]

deathsangelisntdead:

graphua:

Az simply tilted her head, still offering a small smile. “You don’t give yourself enough credit,” she remarked at Graph’s ‘kind’ comment. Perhaps Azrael was being a hypocrite in that regard, but like the saying went, it took one to know one. Not that she would admit to that so readily. At least there was more wine to go around, which the angel took with a slightly bigger smile before pouring herself another glass. She fell silent once again, listening as her host spoke, watching for the way his face moved or fell or his gaze drifted away. Az was always incredibly observant, and even if Graphua was brilliant at putting on a brave face, it was difficult to sneak hidden emotions past her. “I dunno about you, but those are fairly important qualities to have. It doesn’t make it much of a wonder,” she offered quietly, then grew silent again for several moments even after Graph was finished speaking. “We all have,” the angel said after a moment. “But whether you listen to the impulses always remains up to you. That’s life, that’s death, that’s…everything in between. It’s a constant struggle with yourself.”

He smirked at my angle, "Au contraire my feathered friend, I happen to know that I give myself exactly the right amount." he blinked a few times, "I wonder if you can say the same? Very few people can, though most oversell themselves rather than undersell. But I don't think you have that problem." he chuckled. He took a sip of wine and made himself another cracker, stalling really but Az didn't need to know that. "I agree, I wouldn't trade those qualities in, but still." he trailed off, "Luck has been my saviour on more than one occasion, its a scary thought to think luck might not be there one day." he glanced down and munched on a cracker. "Really? Well then dear, regale me with time that Azrael, Angel of the Lord gave into her darker impulses." he asked, leaning back in his chair, curious and eager to turn the conversation back on her, "The grey between the black and white eh?" he asked with a snort, "I have to say, I think I fit firmly in that section of the colour scheme of life."