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Our Lady of Fandom, Thursday

Castiel stood before the congregation today looking very serious. "I would like to speak to you," he said, "about love.

"I must admit, I have little experience with and thus know very little about romantic love, that which seems to preoccupy most of your minds. I'm far more knowledgeable about paternal love and generalized love." He went on to explain that, as an agent of the Lord, the paternal love his father gave him lead him to the generalized love he had for all of God's creatures -- but that didn't necessarily mean he wanted to copulate with them, did you see what he meant? And while he might certainly be flattered by another's attentions upon him, he didn't seek it out, and while he's certain you're all wonderful people, even if you are demons -- or you know, cats or hunters or infected with blood that gives you horrifying powers that could destroy the world or, say, atheists -- you may perhaps find better luck elsewhere. It's not that he doesn't enjoy your company. Not in the least. It's not you at all. It's him. And he's sure you'll find the right person someday, if not in this world, then perhaps the next. They'll likely understand you better, there.

[ooc: I swear, I just open the post-entry box and this stuff just . . . spills out. IDEK. OCD is up!]

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He's certainly not talking to anyone specific, here. That would be foolish. He just means, you know, generally. Hypothetically.

Though he did rather enjoy the music, last night. Just to let you, generally, hypothetically know.

Er.

Well now. That broke even though Dinah's fog of happy-happy-joy-joy. Into a realm of weeeeird possibilities.

Then the fog rolled in and she was humming "At Last" under her breath again, happy about Sam. Sam. Sam.

Edited 2009-12-10 18:17 (UTC)

Huh. Well, Francine supposed that answered last week's question of whether he wanted the student body propositioning him.

Sort of. Maybe.

Vimes wasn't a religious man by nature, but he was pretty sure that wasn't exactly the most religious of speeches.

Then again, gods were fickle people. And their priests tended to be a bit off if you asked him.

Profess your love for him, perhaps.

Friendly love.

Yes.

"And what god is this again?" Vimes asked, twirling his hand to gesture to the church around him.

That wasn't the first time he'd been asked that, of course, but it always through Castiel off just a little. "The creator of everything," he said. "There are those among humans who call Him Jehovah."

"Don't they all claim that?" Vimes asked dryly as he looked up at the little decorations.

"It is my suspicion that most are either lying, or various facets of the same being."

Vimes had to stare at him for a moment. "Then that god of yours must hate himself quite a bit." If all the petty little squabbles were anything to go by.

He shrugged. "Though I can't debate the lying."

"No, I don't believe He does. Why do you say that/"

"All gods seem to do is fight amongst themselves. Worship me and not him, kill all her believers in my name. That sort of thing."

"Ah. You're mistaking the Lord's will with the human interpretation of the Lord's words. It's a common mistake."

"No, they tend to be rather vocal," Vimes replied, thinking back to very pointed lightning strikes. "No better than humanity in the violent tendencies, mind. Though we tend to take it to new and interesting levels."

"I suspect, then, that you're from a very different universe than I."

The whole globe bit gave that away to me," Vimes admitted. "You've got a very strange god for that design."

"What shape is your home, then?"

"A disc." You know. Like things should unless people enjoy falling off.

"But if you travel too far, you reach the edge. If you travel far enough in this world, you'll end up where you began."

"Well, that's why people don't travel to the edge," Vimes pointed out. "And who wants to end up where you began?"

"Want has little to do with it. It's the nature of life to be cyclical."

"One of those--whatdoyoucallit--reincarnation things?"

"If that's how you care to see it." Castiel nodded. "I am Castiel. It's pleasant to meet you."

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