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godless_sonCastiel does not trust this place. He does not trust it and he cannot fathom how nearly the entire city felt it was a good idea to hold a celebration here mere days after its arrival. He's also heard tale that it is being used as a place to engage in the recreational act of snow-skiing.
One of the most ridiculous looking sports, if Castiel says so.
He has been flying and trudging around the mountain for hours now, nose a little pink and a hat pulled onto his head in deference to the bitter cold. Something here feels spiritually...off, as he suspected, but he cannot pin it down. It has the same tension, the same propensity to sudden change that he feels in Darrow, but something a little more sinister. Without any more revelation than that, however, he suspects he will not be able to convince his friends to stay away. The city itself is violently dangerous and he certainly spends enough time there to label him a hypocrite.
He squints against the bright sun as he comes into a clearing, tilting his head as nest of rabbits takes off in front of him. The reason rapidly presents itself as a group of skiers flies down the mountain all around him, shouting angrily as he stands like a stone in a stream.
Interesting.
One of the most ridiculous looking sports, if Castiel says so.
He has been flying and trudging around the mountain for hours now, nose a little pink and a hat pulled onto his head in deference to the bitter cold. Something here feels spiritually...off, as he suspected, but he cannot pin it down. It has the same tension, the same propensity to sudden change that he feels in Darrow, but something a little more sinister. Without any more revelation than that, however, he suspects he will not be able to convince his friends to stay away. The city itself is violently dangerous and he certainly spends enough time there to label him a hypocrite.
He squints against the bright sun as he comes into a clearing, tilting his head as nest of rabbits takes off in front of him. The reason rapidly presents itself as a group of skiers flies down the mountain all around him, shouting angrily as he stands like a stone in a stream.
Interesting.
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Date: 2015-01-29 01:14 am (UTC)He gathers the sturdiest pair of boots and warmest socks before flying back, looking very pleased with himself as he hands them over.
"No offense to your wolf form, of course, but this is more convenient for the task at hand."
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Date: 2015-02-05 07:47 pm (UTC)He blinks when Castiel disappears and wonders if he even knows that Derek moved, but then again, he probably does. He probably knows a lot of shit.
By the time he comes back, accompanied by a fluttering sound that's loud in Derek's ears, he's dressed in jeans and a henley and perched up on a fallen log. "None taken. That's a neat trick."
He pulls on the socks and boots, tying them up and wrinkling his nose a bit. After spending so much time as a wolf, wearing clothes is always a bit of a nuisance. Once he's done he slides off of the log and goes to stand next to Castiel, shivering only slightly in the cold. "Lead the way, oh celestial being."
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Date: 2015-02-07 05:47 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-02-12 06:36 pm (UTC)"My mistake," Derek says flatly, and then looks at him warily. Teleportation via angel wings. Why not? Really, Derek's lucky he was asked. "Uh, sure. Do your thing."
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Date: 2015-02-15 11:43 pm (UTC)"I hope that your digestive system will still function well," he says as he steps away. "This place feels wrong. I don't know why, which is infuriating by the way."