text [some time before the end of the event]

[muscovy]

[Guess which temple Muscovy is currently in, tucked in a corner somewhere, using his backpack as a backrest and playing around with the new emoji app? It's not that he likes being in the temples, no matter which god_ess they belong to, but considering how things outside took a turn for the worse instead of for the better, he has decided on spending siren times inside - this time in Delight's temple. Which gave him time to waste.]

There are little pictures in the comms. Why?

[None of the comms that he had before had those. And also]

What do these mean? [He can figure out the others - people with different faces, and cats with different faces, hearts and a star. But those four are confusing.]


[ooc: If you'd rather approach him in person, that is fine, too!]

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[strangelic]

[ Castiel nods, slowly. He has no idea about ships that sailed through the stars, but fairies were certainly real, as was their world. He didn't falter under the description much at all, or at the question. ]

Immortal would require it be impossible to kill me, but I am very old; older than humanity itself.

[muscovy]

Are you like Mr and Mrs Death?

[That are the only people that he is aware of having met who are older than humanity or the corresponding species from their world (he knows that his father's world has humans too, but elves just seem to correspond as 'first sentient life form that formed nations' there).]

[strangelic]

Pardon?

[ Like Death? That's sort of...unsettling. He's a lot like Death in some ways, in that he feels that way about himself. He frowns, briefly, then shakes his head. ]

No, I'm an angel.

[muscovy]

...You look very much like a normal human for an angel.

[What with the lack of too many arms and too many wings and wheels and all.]