[video - because bees don't care what humans think is impossible.] fd to 10/16.

[purpleknee]

[Hey, look! Your resident wicked witch isn't looking like he's out for blood today! Yay! Actually, he's almost…suspiciously pleased, and given the fact that the beanie he's wearing is kind of horrible and dorky, it probably has nothing to do with that… Right?]

Now this is more like it. Random useful items! I'd love to negotiate for some books, if anyone’s come across any real ones. In the meantime...

[He gently rattles the jar of bees, just enough to show it off -- poor things didn't need to be bothered any more than they already were, having been stuffed in their glass prison.]

I'd suggest that anyone hanging around Hope’s temple leaves in the next, oh… Ten minutes? That should be enough. Especially if you're allergic to bees. I'm leaving an offering for our dear, beloved god.

[BEEEEEEEEES!!]

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[purpleknee]

[stares]

Sure. Just -- Yeah, sure, okay. Why not. Yes.

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[strangelic]

You don't sound certain?

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[purpleknee]

Libraries are quiet enough! You don't need to make that weird, too!

[Warrick takes a deep breath, trying to reign his anger back in.]

However, since you promise not to take my bees, fine. You can...talk to them.

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[strangelic]

There's nothing weird about liking libraries. Or bees.

[ Such an angry person. ]

I'd like that very much, thank you. Is there anything you'd like me to tell them for you?

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[purpleknee]

No, but you don't need to talk about their hum.

[Libraries are so good, but obsessing over the intricacies of their noise is a little...out there. He doesn't have time for it.]

...No. But I have the right to change my mind! Since they're my bees. [nnnnh] Ask if they like libraries.

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[strangelic]

I can do that. Although I should warn you, bees aren't very good at reading. Or being trapped inside. Flying into closed windows is very frustrating.

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[purpleknee]

Yeah, I'm familiar.

[flying.........]

Tell them it's a big library and I can read to them and steal flowers for them, if they want.

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[strangelic]

Umm... Yes, I can do that. I think they'd like that very much. Especially being read to.

[ Not the flowers, Cas? ]

Can I come now?

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[purpleknee]

[BIG SIGH...]

Yes, fine. But remember -- I'm definitely going to make you regret it if you break your promise!

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[strangelic]

I won't. I don't break promises any more.

[ But uh, if it's okay then this angel will reappear right there, just behind him, with a flutter of feathers. That's how he rolls. ]

[purpleknee]

[Warrick sighs, shaking his head and muttering to himself as he goes to return his attention to the temple.]

Yeesh, this guy has probleEEAUGH FRAKKING FAIRIES, WHY --

[why]

Don't do that without telling someone you can! What's wrong with you?!

[strangelic]

[ Castiel just squints, calm as a sunny day, and keeps to his space rather than closing the distance, which might seem threatening. ]

I did ask if it was okay should I come now.

[ Not the flying stuff. Why would he mention that? ]

[purpleknee]

[opens mouth

closes it

wild gesturing with hand not holding bees]

Why are you like this? I meant the -- the appearing out of nowhere! It scares people! If I were my sister, you'd be a hat right now!

[strangelic]

I'd... Is your sister some kind of witch?

[ He's just so calm, and yet frowning sincerely. He'd be a hat? Really? That sounds awfully inconvenient. ]

[purpleknee]

No, she's a haberdasher -- yes, she's a witch. And she's not the only one.

[So don't talk shit about witches, his glare says.]

[strangelic]

So you're a witch as well...but you don't know any spells that help you to speak with bees? That's okay, I suppose.

[ He smiled. ] Besides, I can't imagine you ever needed to before.

[purpleknee]

[MORE JERKY GESTURES UGH]

I told you already, I'm a healer.

[how is he supposed to talk to bees!!! Anyway, let him steady his bee jar between both hands and show Castiel.]

Bees, weird guy. Weird guy, bees. Go on, tell him everything's under control!

[strangelic]

Honey is a wonderful analgesic. You're a healer, you should know that.

[ But since he's been invited, he comes closer, and he bends in close to the glass. His lips move, but he doesn't make a sound, except perhaps if he listens very, very closely, there might be a faint buzz buzz buzz. ]

They're not very happy. They say they don't like it when you shake the glass. Or zap it. Um...tap it.

[purpleknee]

Pfh. Why would I, when I can just use my magic to fix them and I can't touch honey, anyway?

[Warrick squints at the jar, carefully lifting it closer to his own face.]

...I've been trying not to, you know. And I'll let you out soon! When we're back to the library. Then you can hive among the books, or whatever it is you do.

There was a woman that said they won't make honey. Is that true?

[strangelic]

[ Castiel raises his eyes, and waits for the jar to be returned to his eye level before squinting in at the bees. They don't seem to be honey bees, it's true, something that is very unfortunate considering much of the cave had been hoping for just that. ]

I think so. I'm not sure they would form into a hive, either. Some bees are more parasitic than social. They feed off the accumulated wealth of honey bees, or lay their eggs on other insects so that their young can cannibalize them.

[ Nature, right? ]

But whether or not they make honey, they are still wonderful creatures. [ He makes some more buzzing noises. ] They're excited to see the library. They think it sounds much better than the jar.

[purpleknee]

Wow, that's gross.

[Come on, bees, don't be jerks... Just be chill. Chill bees for your unchill -- for now -- master.]

Just don't get your hopes up too much. It's still the worst excuse for a library I've seen in a really long time, but it's definitely big...ger. I'm talking to bees. What's wrong with me?

[He shakes his head, though he does his best to make sure the movement doesn't jostle the jar much. With a heavy sigh, Warrick lifts up off the ground, the shoulders and hem of his witch's cloak flowing and fraying as it worked to keep him airborne.]

Do you travel in a non-instantaneous way, or are you going to try to give me another heart attack later? [ha ha h a he's funny, this dude without a heartbeat or worry about a kind of heart problem because he very distinctly has no heart.]

[strangelic]

I you're asking whether I can walk--yes, I can walk. Or I could just meet you at the library. I'd like to see you set them loose.

[ Those potentially dangerous bees in a jar. They're both full of such smart, wonderful ideas. Still, this guy is now hovering and it's...very witchy. And very impressive, actually. Castiel's wings don't work like that. He wished that they did. ]

Nothing likes to be confined to small spaces, after all. [ He angles his face to look up toward the cave ceiling. ]

[purpleknee]

[Hell yeah he's impressively witchy!!! But also nnnnh...]

Go, then. I'll meet you there in a few minutes.

[And he will! Still cradling the bees like something precious. It's also worth noting that he's taken a good chunk of books off the shelves and uses them to build structures periodically to keep himself amused. The latest endeavor seems to be a giant version of Jenga.]

[strangelic]

[ Castiel does go, instantly, and when he gets there he will wander around the stacks, reaquainting himself with the odd, if distinctly useless, library, and occasionally tracking his fingers over the spines of the books as though they could tell him something. ]

[purpleknee]

[Warrick lands with a sigh just outside, brushing off his coat with his free hand like the flight actually did anything to make it dusty. Really he just likes being showy, just in case someone actually is watching. Which they're not. Warrick's just weird.

When he gets inside, the jar is placed reverently on the table he had claimed as his own, and he looks up at Castiel with expectation.]

I see you're being weird again. Well, stop that and come here, I'm about to free them. You can give some sort of welcoming speech, or something, I don't really care.

[free the bees, the bees are free]