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hadriel2016-05-18 07:52 pm
strangelic) wrote in hadriel2016-05-18 07:52 pm
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[ The man who appears on screen is wearing white hospital clothes, despite attempts to get him into something a little more him. They're comfortable, he protests. Over this he's wearing a much loved and heavily dry-cleaned (thanks, Dean) beige colored coat, the combination of the two making him look like a businessman - or perhaps a P.I. - who's had a little bit of a mental breakdown. Which...it's not far off from the truth.
In any case, he's sitting in the dark, looking drawn and tired, like he's either been trying very hard not to sleep, or the sleep hasn't been very good. It's a combination of the two, actually. ]
Did you know that human minds are most susceptible to influence when you're dreaming? If you wanted to teach yourselves how to communicate telepathically, for instance, it would be far better to do it when you're sleeping, when your brain isn't fettered by the constant needs of your body. Itching. Twitching. Fidgeting. All its aches and grumbles and complaints. Emotions. Recollections. Listening to other people chatter incessantly. Television. Arousal. You get the idea. It's all very distracting.
[ Seriously. Who let Castiel talk? Like ever.]
And let me tell you, some of those thoughts take up a lot of your time.
I--where was I? Ah. That is to say, I haven't ever slept before. I've visited dreams, of course, but experiencing my own is something else entirely. Something I'd rather avoid, if it's at all possible. So-- [ Deep breath. ] --I was wondering if anyone had any suggestions. Mnemonics, perhaps. The opposite of counting sheep. I'd drink coffee but I'm afraid I've discovered it has much the same effect on me as alcohol, which is to say I'd have to drink most of a plantation in order to have any kind of success.
Your assistance, please. I can't repay you, per se, but... Oh. [ He lifts his hands in front of him, and cups them together, and when he lifts them apart there is a little origami swan between his palms. ] I can do this.
In any case, he's sitting in the dark, looking drawn and tired, like he's either been trying very hard not to sleep, or the sleep hasn't been very good. It's a combination of the two, actually. ]
Did you know that human minds are most susceptible to influence when you're dreaming? If you wanted to teach yourselves how to communicate telepathically, for instance, it would be far better to do it when you're sleeping, when your brain isn't fettered by the constant needs of your body. Itching. Twitching. Fidgeting. All its aches and grumbles and complaints. Emotions. Recollections. Listening to other people chatter incessantly. Television. Arousal. You get the idea. It's all very distracting.
[ Seriously. Who let Castiel talk? Like ever.]
And let me tell you, some of those thoughts take up a lot of your time.
I--where was I? Ah. That is to say, I haven't ever slept before. I've visited dreams, of course, but experiencing my own is something else entirely. Something I'd rather avoid, if it's at all possible. So-- [ Deep breath. ] --I was wondering if anyone had any suggestions. Mnemonics, perhaps. The opposite of counting sheep. I'd drink coffee but I'm afraid I've discovered it has much the same effect on me as alcohol, which is to say I'd have to drink most of a plantation in order to have any kind of success.
Your assistance, please. I can't repay you, per se, but... Oh. [ He lifts his hands in front of him, and cups them together, and when he lifts them apart there is a little origami swan between his palms. ] I can do this.
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[ Honestly, to Cibo it sounds like he's talking about some programmer that created a code. Then gave to a few of his androids to give them purpose and let them loose into the world. Then again, A.I. are complicated and Cibo dislikes dealing with them. But Cas clearly doesn't understand technology to begin with. So there goes that theory. ]
How does that work... exactly? You just go around helping humans as you see them?
[ You guys are clearly missing in Cibo's world because gosh golly, is humanity fucked over there. ]
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Our Father made us to fight the Adversary, Lucifer, when he turned against Heaven. Caring for humanity meant fighting for it; means fighting for it. I'm more of a warrior than a...a guardian. A soldier.
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[ Let her break this down. ]
Angels are created by God. They act as weapons against Lucifer. In order to protect humans within Heaven?
[ It's not any less convincing that he's not some kind of A.I. who lost his way, but she feels that she can relate. She fights for humanity also. As critically endangered as they are in the City, she gave her life more than once already to save their dying breed. To find some way of bringing them back to the top of the evolutionary ladder. ]
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[ A pause. ] You're truly not familiar with any of this?
[ Getting there, though. ]
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I think I had it up until whatever you just said.
I know humans call their consciousness a soul. We've learned how to record their brainwaves and replicate it in artificial intelligence programs to make them empathetic. But I've never known it to be a physical thing capable of moving between two places like... where ever Heaven and Earth are in relative space to each other.
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I've never had to explain it before.
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So. When humans on Earth die, their souls go to Heaven. Where angels protect them from Lucifer.
[ Not just repeating what he said. She's actually starting to get it. ]
What is Lucifer?
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[ And it's sort of right, so he'll take it. ]
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What, uh... What does he want them for?
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[ Hadriel's Lucifer is going to get screwed by this badmouthing, isn't he? ]