And my motives used to be so pure.

Eeh. Hey Cas. Been a while.

What d'ya mean 'new arrivals?.'

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Have we met?

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Weell, I'd like t'think so?

Last I saw you you were supposed to show up at church last Easter, but I can understand why y'wouldn't show. The guy wasn't exactly all too energetic.

Y'mind tellin' me what's goin' on?

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I don't remember. Perhaps you know a different version of me.

I will try to come next Easter.

My suspicions is that we are having a flood. This is the barge, a ship that hovers between dimensions. Occasionally, we disturb one or more of those dimensions, having results like waves of new people and other such events.

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Nng. Versions, alternate dimensions.

It's a big headache but I'm not one to talk. Eeeh. If you can't make it no worries?

[A pause.]

Hm? A barge? Tch. There's always something.

Let me guess, brought there mostly against your will and no way home?

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Me, no. I am here under my own power. Such circumstances are only aplicable to inmates.

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Hmm.

Wish it didn't sound so damn familiar.

So what? You can leave anyway you want? How's that work?

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Well, multi-dimensional travel is somewhat difficult to explain without quantum theory and other high-level sciences.

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I get a little of that.

Give it a shot. At least as far as any thing that could help us get out of our situation?

[This is a good opportunity!]

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[Something about quantum mechanics and blah blah. And now he's writing complicated theorums on a board behind him.]

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[This face, Cas.]

Cas, this screen is small. I can't even see that.

Look, put it in laymans terms. No numbers.

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Many of these theorems do not have numbers.

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Cas...

Can you simplify it?

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I can because I possess the power to do so.

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Castiel! There's a name I believe I know.

[Have a handsome man wearing a red ribbon around his neck.]

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[Headtilt.]

I'm sorry - I don't think I know you.

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Cousin Ferinc, in the service of St. Andrej Malcontent. I shared a drink with a man I believe to be your brother?

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Hello, Cousin Ferinc.

[Gears clicking....whirring... angel brain thinking....]

Balthazar?

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[A muted nod]

I was physically aboard, then. Filling in for our good chief Stildyne.

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A good chief.

It seems you've come again based on our newest flood. I hope you're not disturbed by these visits.

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[Ferinc smiles a bit]

I go where it suits the Saint, may he wander in bliss-- but this time it's only via comm, and that's less of a shock to the system.

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I imagine it would be.

Would you tell me more about this Saint?

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Saint Andrej Malcontent? Well, put plainly, he's the Saint of the Perverts and undesirables of Combine.

[Ferinc isn't strictly combine and no malcontent should put anything plainly at so little provocation-- but he knows very well that as an outworlder his lapses can be tolerated a bit.]

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A strange saint to follow, if I can say without offending.

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Why strange, when the other Saints won't have us, and the Malcontent offers open arms? His first servants were deemed to be great sinners against the Holy Mother and still he loved them and saved them from death by fire.

Their crime was loving one another and happening both to be male in the process. But the Saint has a heart large enough for worse sinners. [He dips his head in respect.]

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[He considers this for a while. observe, the thoughtful face.]

I apologize. I did not know your crime were so insignificant, in the scope of things. You shouldn't be punished for loving another based on their gender.

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[Ferinc lowers his eyes.] My crimes are greater than those of the first servants of the malcontent, all those generations ago. But the Saint is the Saint who would have me. [And an outworlder at that.] And in exchange for my service and my life he gave me peace.

Not so strange then that we follow him?

Stildyne doesn't understand. He was never much a religious man, when we were in basic together.

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No. And if he could grant you peace, something so very valuable.

[Something his lord doesn't see fit to give him, standing him up and leaving him with more questions than answers, piling them on, over and over...}

No, he has no faith. He can't understand what it means to believe something. But he's still a good man. And that's valuable.

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It is, a valuable thing. I make my peace with that, too.

Your brother, he was angry at you when we met in the bar. Has he contacted in during this disruption?

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No.

I wouldn't know what to tell him if he had. My apologies are .... inadequate.

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I don't guess that angels can turn to Saints for peace.

Why did you kill him? [Very rude; the malcontent often is.]

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[If Castiel is bothered by this rudeness, he makes no indication.]

I had plans. Stupid, arrogant, flawed plans. Plans that I should have realized, upon all my allies turning against me, were wrong. But I couldn't see that. He betrayed me and my plan. I had to make sure he couldn't continue to do so.

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[A nod.] One hopes that it was not a plan too damaging. Although peace comes as we mend our wrongs.

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It was more damaging than I could have imagined.

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Then at least you now have purpose?

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Yes.

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Then I hope that peace follows.

[He touches the pad of his finger to the comm screen. Not the usual gesture, but the usual gesture is unfeasible through a screen.] I give you the peace of the Malcontent, whatever you choose to do with it.

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