rest this soul

Details were unclear and unimportant. Still, it remains a curiosity. What is important is his decision.

Despite his manner of dress, Sister remains hardened, hardly graceful and serene like any nun should be. The gaze meeting Castiel’s is a harsh one; a killer’s stare. The intensity of how intimidating he is has yet to be controlled— he cannot help his “scariness”. Six-foot-nine, primarily muscle, a scarred face, a cold stare: what isn’t frightening about this man?

It’s hard to not be scary. 

“It just proves how weak its foundation really is.”

With that statement, his blue eyes met the bullet-ravaged wall again. How could he honestly live here? Away from his chapel? That place is built to withstand even a nuclear strike, and he’s expected to stay somewhere which won’t even withstand repeated gunfire…

[ And since he had seen much before his encounter with Sister, the Angel was hardly phased by that death stare, holding his head high after eye contact was met. ]

[ As if someone like Sister could kill him, anyways. ]

"I suspect that God may be here.  This school is not normal, that I can tell.  I assure you, if God is truly here, then this school will most likely remain safe."

[ ... Though, eyeing the damage, that theory could be debatable.  God works in strange ways. ]

"Gunfire hardly disturbs me, I've seen much worse.  I was curious, that's all.  There's no need to worry about me, Sister.  Though, I can't say the same for the others in this establishment."

[ He turned his head to get another look at the man that towered above his vessel, before he figured a proper introduction would be unnecessary. ]

Hanako had been wandering the deserted halls of Tancho Academy restlessly, in search of the library. She knew the exact location of the library at her old school, but here, everything was completely new. Completely foreign. A wave of anxiety washed over the girl as she quickened her pace, footsteps echoing through the silence. She had spent the entire period searching for the library and, if she didn’t hurry up and find it, the empty halls would be filled with people scurrying about to their next class. Laughter and loud voices would cut through the thick silence and, once Hanako would be spotted, the teasing would more than likely begin. Either that, or the never-ending questions about her appearance. The girl’s breath came out in short, ragged gasps at the thought and, to her despair, the bell suddenly rang loudly, shaking her from her thoughts. As if on que, the doors in the corridor were all thrown open and students began pouring out one by one. 

Oh no! What could she do?! She wasn’t ready to be seen by anyone, not yet! Without giving it a second thought, Hanako darted down the hall, taking a sharp left only to find herself face-to-face with the door to the Janitor’s closet. A shaky hand grasped the knob and to her relief, the door swung open. It wasn’t locked, after all! A shaky sigh escaped her lips and just as she was about to step in, she glanced around to make sure she was safe when her eyes met with a complete stranger’s. What if they would tell on her…?! Reaching forward, the girl gently grasped the person’s hand and pulled them into the closet with her, immediately shutting the door and reclusing herself from the outside world. Turning around sharply, Hanako covered her scarred face with her hand and choked out nervously, “P-Please… Please don’t t-tell anyone I’m i-in here…!” 

[ It was strange, walking with the great amounts of humans.  Really, he was about to give up and simply "zap" (as Dean would call it) himself to his classroom, however, the sight of a young girl about to hide herself away in a closet attracted his curiosity.  The next thing he knew, however, his hand was grabbed and he was being dragged in along with her, dropping the papers that were once in his hand, scattered across the hallway only to be trampled on students, as he was locked inside the closet with this strange girl.  Looking at the door, he squinted, and let out a low, disappointed grumble. ]

"... My teaching necessities."

[ Slowly, he turned his head to look at the girl that ha dragged him in here, and he blinked, curiosity taking him again.  Unfortunately for her, those Angelic properties of Castiel's would allow him to see right through her attempt to cover the scar. ]

"We still fight, though.  Michael and Lucifer plan to fight, which would undoubtedly bring the end of the world.  Raphael and many other traditionalists believe that this is destiny, and that this was always meant to happen.  My allies and I believe in Free Will, which is why I search for God.  We wish to kill Lucifer, while saving humanity in the process."

[ He let out a low sigh, scratching his chin and looking into the eyes of the younger boy.  The Angel couldn't help but wonder how the Winchesters were fairing at the moment, and it took him a moment to snap away from those thoughts. ]

"I am on Earth to help bring an end to the Apocalypse.  I'm able to be here because of my vessel." [ He took a moment to pause, motioning to his own body. ] "God is not in Heaven.  I am searching for him to help bring an end to the Apocalypse, as he, besides Michael, is the only one strong enough to kill Lucifer."

[ Castiel was quick to catch the fainted student before he crashed to the ground, his mouth gaping slightly as he stared Shou down.  The Angel frowned, realizing yet again that without his allegiance to Heaven, he would be unable to heal the boy from this state. ]

".... Wake up."

[ Castiel had run into nonbelievers before, but every time, the Angel couldn't help but feel a tinge of frustration at their ignorance, especially when they refused to believe the truth about the world around them. ]

[ The Angel repeated the name to himself, as if to imprint it in his mind.  Unfortunately, Castiel wasn't exactly a social genius, and so he remained silent until the younger continued on. ]

Sister has left the riverbed. He’s sure that the rest of the villagers miss him a considerable deal. Briefly he did wonder if he could visit every now and again, realizing the notion that he will be spending his nights as well as his days in Tancho Academy. It’s a saddening thought. Stella would miss him a great deal, most likely the most out of the rest. He’ll miss them just as much.

He didn’t bring any belongings in his move. Whatever the riverbed provided, he would live off of. Survival off the environment: one thing his career has taught him. It will (hopefully) serve him well in this immediate future!

He stands outside, blue eyes examining Tancho’s exterior. A frown lined his face. There were doubts in his mind, and thus he backed away. Fortunately at this time of day, the schoolyard is empty, devoid of the teachers and students that would typically flood the campus. Sister had no shame in pulling out one of his guns and firing a few rounds on the building’s wall, ways away from the entrance itself. With the shells clattering on the ground upon falling, Sister’s disapproval became more apparent.

He put the weapon away.

[ For now, Castiel began a basic search of the school grounds to familiarize himself with what would become his so-called home.  The only way to truly infiltrate this institution seemed to be by becoming a teacher.  Though he hardly knew the social norms of the students he would teach, he believed he could at least send them off with some knowledge of the Occult, to further protect themselves from the looming Apocalypse. ]

[ ... If they could, anyway. ]

[ Much to Castiel's disappointment, it really did seem to be just an average high school at first glance.  It would need further investigation, he thought, until he heard the sound of gunfire. ]

[ ... Right.  Normal high school.  The Angel turned his head with widened eyes, only to see the culprit to be a... nun?  A nun initiating gunfire.  In all of his years, he couldn't quite recall seeing that before. ]

[ With hesitance and curiosity in the mix, Castiel strode towards the strange man, approaching him from behind and looking at the damage. ]