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entrancelogs2013-07-29 03:20 pm
tryingitall) wrote in entrancelogs2013-07-29 03:20 pm
angels in the architecture
Who: Balthazar and open!
Where: The library, the kitchen, and assorted other mansion locations.
When: Monday
Rating: Probably PG?
Summary: Balthazar is in need of distraction. I have two scenarios here, but feel free to bump into him in the halls in between locations, if you're so inclined. I'm game for other ideas, too.
He finds it somewhat vexing how difficult the library is to locate on any given day. He's found it once before, although he wasn't especially motivated to peruse the contents then. Why bother, when he could ask his closet for any book he has in mind?
The flaw in this theory, Balthazar eventually realizes, is there are books out there he doesn't know he wants. Books about art history, for example. Having latched onto the idea of setting up a miniature gallery in his rooms, he's determined to follow through, but he needs more information. Examples. Ideas.
After a couple hours of wandering the halls, he finally finds the place and ducks inside with a grumble of relief. Now, of course, the problem is how to find what he's looking for within the library itself. No one ever taught him the Dewey Decimal System, if indeed that's even how the place is organized. But he has all the time in the world, so he'll begin at the beginning and wind his way through the stacks for as long as it takes.
When he began walking again, he wasn't aware he was headed for the kitchen, but once he arrives there he decides to stay and experiment. Angels don't need to eat, but Balthazar has developed a taste for one or two things aside from alcoholic drinks. Certain sweets. Well-brewed tea. Vegetarian dishes spiked with fiery sauces and spice. There's a cookbook open on the counter, possibly left behind by someone else, and he finds himself thumbing through it as the kettle heats. It's mostly baked desserts, and he's about to lose interest when one page catches his eye.
'Fried cheesecake bites'. Fried cheesecake? Fried cheesecake. It sounds like the unholy offspring of Sara Lee and a county fair funnel cake vendor.
He's not sure if he'll like it himself, but he's willing to bet Death would. Assuming he could somehow pull off the dish. After the recent TV land fiasco, it might be smart to make nice.
It can't hurt to try, anyway. He scans the ingredients list with a frown and goes for the refrigerator.
Where: The library, the kitchen, and assorted other mansion locations.
When: Monday
Rating: Probably PG?
Summary: Balthazar is in need of distraction. I have two scenarios here, but feel free to bump into him in the halls in between locations, if you're so inclined. I'm game for other ideas, too.
He finds it somewhat vexing how difficult the library is to locate on any given day. He's found it once before, although he wasn't especially motivated to peruse the contents then. Why bother, when he could ask his closet for any book he has in mind?
The flaw in this theory, Balthazar eventually realizes, is there are books out there he doesn't know he wants. Books about art history, for example. Having latched onto the idea of setting up a miniature gallery in his rooms, he's determined to follow through, but he needs more information. Examples. Ideas.
After a couple hours of wandering the halls, he finally finds the place and ducks inside with a grumble of relief. Now, of course, the problem is how to find what he's looking for within the library itself. No one ever taught him the Dewey Decimal System, if indeed that's even how the place is organized. But he has all the time in the world, so he'll begin at the beginning and wind his way through the stacks for as long as it takes.
When he began walking again, he wasn't aware he was headed for the kitchen, but once he arrives there he decides to stay and experiment. Angels don't need to eat, but Balthazar has developed a taste for one or two things aside from alcoholic drinks. Certain sweets. Well-brewed tea. Vegetarian dishes spiked with fiery sauces and spice. There's a cookbook open on the counter, possibly left behind by someone else, and he finds himself thumbing through it as the kettle heats. It's mostly baked desserts, and he's about to lose interest when one page catches his eye.
'Fried cheesecake bites'. Fried cheesecake? Fried cheesecake. It sounds like the unholy offspring of Sara Lee and a county fair funnel cake vendor.
He's not sure if he'll like it himself, but he's willing to bet Death would. Assuming he could somehow pull off the dish. After the recent TV land fiasco, it might be smart to make nice.
It can't hurt to try, anyway. He scans the ingredients list with a frown and goes for the refrigerator.
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"They taste better than they look. I'm convinced I can improve with practice." He brings the plate over and sets it on the table next to Death. "I'm going to have more tea, myself. Do you want some? I suppose there's coffee, as well."
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"Everybody thinks too loudly. I only strain to hear what is the most interesting."
And right now, that is food. The appearance of the food hardly matters to him. He is certainly no food critique when it comes to presentation. Generally he eats fast food and that never comes in an impressive package. He pops a cheesecake bite into his mouth and begins to chew. He does not open his mouth to reply to the question Balthazar asked him until he is finished.
He is silent a moment before nodding.
"Admittedly I find them to be acceptable. And I would indeed enjoy having some tea."
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"That does indeed sound like something he would enjoy."
Even he cannot necessarily argue that. He considers the options for tea. Like everything else though, preferences mean little.
"Surprise me. I will hint that the most flavorful will be what I prefer."
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"There's a double-spiced black chai here. That should be good." He dumps the old leaves out of the teapot and rinses the interior. "Is this place as boring for you as it is for the rest of us, or worse?"
He glances over his shoulder. "Between events, I mean. It seems like it's either crisis or ennui."
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"Boring as well as irritating. When you do one job and something comes along to take that away from you, it is rather difficult to embrace it all."
The events themselves are the only true entertainment between normal observing and the events being abnormal observing.
"Complaining seems rather pointless though when I spent so many years confined to a box before being called on. Compared to that box, I suppose this is like a vacation."
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He was happy to ditch his job, when he left Heaven, and he hasn't regretted that part of leaving at all. Just the camaraderie of his garrison-mates. It seems there should be a replacement for that somewhere, somehow, but he hasn't found one yet, and it's likely too late at this point.
"...I suppose this place is better than a box or a binding spell."
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Death is well aware of the hierarchy of Heaven and the entire world for that matter. He is never ashamed to admit where he himself lies on it and where Balthazar is compared to those among the angels. Unlike what most may come to believe, Death does not particularly care in a boastful manner in comparison.
He is more interested in what they do or do not do with their position.
"I believe we both went out of our way to assist those who we felt should have done their own work. Considering what happened to you, I wonder if you regret any of that or not."
Death is subtle as usual. As for that last remark...
"I do not know if I would call this place better. It is different. No offense I suppose, but death has no meaning here in terms of what I am accustomed to controlling."
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"I regret the end result," he answers, not sure whether Death is referring to him assisting the Winchesters or assisting Castiel. Either could apply. "I'm not sure I'd actually do much different if I had to do it over."
But that's not a fun topic to consider.
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If Balthazar had chosen to remain on the side of Castiel, doubt would have surfaced in different ways. It was always there after all. It really does not need to be said that the angel's death was likely inevitable in some way. That happens to be the morbid nature of a thing like Death.
"Nobody wants to die...well...the majority. You know how some of them can be. They take their pathetic little lives for granted until they see where they are going to end up."
He shrugs though as usual, something he tends to do a lot of around here.
"You had your fun though before your demise."
Death could care little for how this topic tends to go with most no matter what the present situation is like. In the interest of keeping the conversation more desirably positive, he would move it along.
"This place yields a unique opportunity to live mostly as you please if you do not count the events. What do you make of those?"