001 + THY KINGDOM COME [video]

[trenchcoatedly]

[There is an angel on the deck.]

[Well, not that you can tell. It's a man in a trenchcoat, a cheap suit, and a crooked tie. He's staring up into space, and then he looks over the long deck of the barge. Finally, he turns and faces the camera. He looks like he could use a nap.]

It's smaller than I expected.

It seems like whenever you sign up to do something......you're expected, immediately, to know how to do it, no matter what the scope. Maybe even the larger the scope, the less instruction you're given. Maybe that's intention. You should be expected to know how to live your life, but a simple ritual comes with easy instructions.

[He shakes his head, annoyed with himself.]

I....That was the wrong impression. My name is Castiel. I'm a warden.

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[trenchcoatedly]

[Castiel, oddly enough, has absolutely zero accent. It's a little strange.]

I didn't think there would be. There never is. It's always more difficult to do good.

But there's no such thing as not having an accent. ;_;

[scentbombed]

Weeelll.... yes, but also there's the fact that the inmates are, shall we say, unpredictable, the Admiral is unpredictable, the Barge itself is unpredictable, and just as you think you've got it all figured out anyway, everyone disappears.

he has non-regional dialect.

[trenchcoatedly]

Just like real life, then.

Angua is what I think of as "movie European"

[scentbombed]

Infuriatingly so, yes. But with more... [She waves her hands vaguely.] ...magic. Or whatever you want to call it. Unsolvable mysteries.

[trenchcoatedly]

Yes, we have those in my reality, though most mysteries tend to be solvable if you know the right lore.

[scentbombed]

[Lore? He means law, surely, she assumes.] Yes -- in a world that makes sense. [Or the Discworld, which is as close as she's ever gotten.] But not here, that's what I'm telling you. There's simply no answer at all sometimes.

[trenchcoatedly]

I am accustomed to unanswered questions.