âśž - arrival of a sermon (open)
Sister did not anticipate being interrupted so soon in his inspection. If he were any less on guard, he would have jumped, turned around, and fired a rather hasty shot. No, he is much more sturdy than that. Once a soldier, always a soldier at heart. Much of those traits learned within the trenches stuck to him to even this day, even while he’s sworn under a religious oath. Somewhat. Details of such are unclear, even to his own mind. Why a sister? Why not a reverend? A brother, a priest…Â
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.Â
“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…
“If I disturbed you, I’m sorry.”
[ Noting the apparent hostility of the man before him, Castiel couldn't help but tilt his head just a bit. Â A holy person carrying guns and looking like he was about to march into battle. Â Such a strange sight it was, even for an Angel who had seen so much already. ]
[ 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. Â God works in strange ways. ]
"Gunfire hardly disturbs me, I've seen much worse. Â I was curious, that's all. Â There's no need to worry about me, Sister. Â 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. ]
"My name is Castiel, I am an Angel of the Lord. Â You have chosen to be known as Sister, if I'm correct? Â It's... nice to meet you, Sister."








