kore_logs | can't seem to find our state of grace

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can't seem to find our state of grace

Who: Balthazar and OPEN
What: Exploring and chatting.
When: Day 54
Where: All over the place, but eventually the bar and House 11. Encounter him anywhere you like.
Warnings: Probably none, will update if that changes.

Balthazar's not sure whether to be optimistic about this brave new world or not. There's no question but that certain individuals here are a threat. Raphael and Lucifer? Scary. Whatever's got them all trapped here? Also scary. At the moment, though, the weather is fairly pleasant, there's no looming apocalypse, planned or otherwise, and even the demons here seem to be, if not civil, at least tolerable.

Probably the other shoe will drop before long, but until then he's going to try to enjoy himself.

Hence the search for the bar he hears is around somewhere. He circles through streets, looking over houses, buildings, and...hmm. Rubble. That's a little worrisome. But not too far off he finds what he was looking for, and slips curiously through the doors.

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"I'm fond of paintings and sculpture, myself, but I have a small gallery. I've been helping new artists get established." This is completely true, and probably the only thing he's done since leaving Heaven that he's actually proud of.

"You moved a lot, hm? Military, or some other reason?"

"Do you do any yourself? I mean... art stuff?" The next sip didn't taste so bad, but it still buzzed on her tongue.

"My dad. He's an anthropologist. Studies the cultural ramifications of the technological age on the more remote tribes and cultures and how much, if any, of an effect it has on them."

"No. I haven't the talent, I'm afraid. But I just have to be close to it. To be a part of something creative." His smile is wistful. "The best I can manage is a paint-by-number. Not very satisfying."

"Oh. That's...important work." It sounds lukewarm not because he's disrespecting anthropology but because it just hit him that she must be separated from her entire family. "I'm sorry, you must miss them."

"There's nothing wrong with that. It must be nice. Getting to watch all those things being made." She'd always enjoyed watching the weavers as they'd worked when she was a child. She could imagine that translating to paintings an sculptures.

Her eyes dropped down to her fingers as they traced the drops of condensation on the bottle. "I was sort of expecting to. I was doing my whole 'look at me backpack across the country' thing, but I was going to be calling them often. Then I got pulled in here before I even started. Not exactly any cell service around here."

"I enjoy watching creation, yes." It's a wry joke that references his angelic nature. He's not expecting her to catch the double meaning.

He picks up the bottlecap and flicks it idly from finger to finger as he listens, nodding a little. "Well...I'm told I was here before and disappeared and then came back again. I'm not sure what that means, but it would seem to indicate there's a way out somehow. Perhaps you'll see home again soon."

She doesn't. She'd mostly but the possibility of angels being real out of her mind, because really? Angels?

"That would be nice." She was sure her parents would be freaking out when she didn't call. Then she frowned as she thought over his statement. "Wait, you mean you don't remember being here before?"

Most likely, unless for some reason she gets to return home at the same time she left. Not knowing where they are or how it all works, anything is possible. He's fiddled with pocket worlds and divergent dimensions. He can think of a wide variety of possibilities. He's just not sure what applies here.

Shaking his head, he looks back up at her. "Not a bit. I'm even told I offended some woman who might slap me when she sees me, but as I've no idea what she looks like, I guess I'll be an easy target for her."

"Oh. So I guess you're going to be on the lookout for any woman looking angry around you." He didn't seem that repentant about the fact that he could likely get a hand to the face at any given time. "Is that, um, usual?"

"Most definitely." Suddenly he looks like he's trying not to laugh. "What, is it usual for me to make women angry? It's sort of a 50-50 chance, I think. Sometimes they find me charmingly roguish. Other times I get called a douchebag, and I have yet to get a handle on what subtle shift in my behavior prompts that response."

He takes a drink of his beer. "But I'm relatively harmless; don't mind me."

She smiles at him, hiding it as she looked down at her bottle. "I'll keep that in mind then. If I see anything that points out why you go from one to the other, I'll let you know." She needed to take a sip to stop the grin from spreading.

Oh, he's made her laugh? Excellent. Theoretically that means she won't be one of the ones that slaps him. "Thank you, I do appreciate constructive feedback! It helps me to refine my approach."

Riley wasn't one who usually went around slapping people, especially not adults. He'd have to say or do something intentionally cruel or crass. "I don't suppose she said how you offended her, did she?"

He's rarely intentionally cruel. Crass could happen, though.

"I haven't spoken to her, but a friend of mine implied I got too snarky with her at some point. And said something about medical equipment. I'm not sure if that's intriguing or alarming."

A confused frown crossed her face. "Medical equipment?" She could understand being offended at something said that was done so in a snarky tone, but medical equipment? She couldn't quite figure out how that fit in.

"Oh! Hers, not mine. I don't have any medical equipment. Is there an infirmary here somewhere? That might explain it." He shrugs, unconcerned.

"Do you mind if I ask where you're staying? I'm at number 11. It's good to have contacts in a strange place."

"There might be. I haven't really looked into it." Mostly because she didn't feel she needed to.

"I'm in twenty. At least, that's what it says above the door. It's a pretty big place." She'd been surprised at how many people were in just the one house with her.

He doesn't have much interest in an infirmary, either, except inasmuch as it might be the sort of place Raphael would hang around. And avoiding Raphael, politely, might be wise. "Maybe I should explore some more, just to be certain."

"Twenty? All right, I'll remember that. I'm living with Anna and...Loki. I'm not sure how territorial the latter is, but I'd knock if you come to visit."

"Nothing wrong with exploring." Not yet, anyway. She might poke her nose in the wrong spot sometime and get a swipe for her troubles, but not yet. Curiosity and the cat, after all.

"I don't believe I've met either of them. I'm with Galen, Kenzi, Jesse, Clint, and Ned. Well, not with them, but they're in the house with me. They all seem nice enough."

"That's quite a group. I actually recognize a handful of the people here, but I'd hesitate to call them all nice. Anna's quite nice, and Cas usually is. Dean is sort of a jackass, but then so am I."

Shrug. "In your exploring, have you seen much of the woods?"

She hid another smile at him calling himself a jackass. It certainly gave her something to expect from him.

"I was out there for a bit, but I ran into someone who told me about some of the things that ran around in there, so I thought I should wait until I hadn't just woken up here to give it a more thorough going over. Have you?"

He's but indifferent honest, as the saying goes, but he's well aware of his ability to irritate people. Maybe he learned a bit of it from Gabriel, or maybe it's all his own discovery.

"No, I haven't, but I heard food supplies were limited, and I thought perhaps foraging for nuts and plants might be wise." He doesn't actually have to eat, himself, but being too cavalier about that might give his game away.

"There's also hunting and fishing. I know one person's been catching what she can for other people. The forest doesn't seem to be scarce in things to hunt, either. Probably a little more sustaining than a handful of berries."

"You say that now, but wait until people start catching scurvy." He shakes his head. "I, for one, prefer for my teeth to stay in my mouth where they belong. Anyway, I thought it might be fun to have a look around."

"Aren't there limes or something behind the bar? Doesn't every bar have limes?"

Balthazar laughs. "All right, there may be limes, but we can't count on them lasting forever."

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