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hypocrisy is digging in (open)

Who: William Whele + anyone.
Where: Bar, Stairwell, hallways.
When: Month of February.
Rating: pg- 13 warning for alcohol consumption to forget problems.
Summary: William decides that drinking is going to be the cure to all his depressing thoughts.
The Story:

[It starts almost innocently enough in a way. Wonderland is no longer being kind to the principate of Vega, or ex-principate as the young man now labels himself in his head. He hasn't been principate of anything for almost half a year and he's pretty sure the title doesn't count by this point. Things had been as okay as they could get for a while, but now it's all upside down. The love of William's life has been brought to Wonderland and everything has become awkward and, for him, upsetting. Back home they'd been the best of friends and betrothed through necessity. William loves Claire and knows full well that she doesn't love him, and that was okay. They'd even managed to get married, and when he'd found out she was pregnant with the Chosen One's child he had struggled to get past that and offer to bring said child up as his own.

It just so happened in the same exact moment, Claire found out that William was the lead black acolyte, and needless to say their marriage and friendship had ended in that instant. And now Claire was in Wonderland with the Chosen One, and from a point where she knew what William was. If there was such a thing as torture, this was it. Suddenly the young man is fed up with Wonderland and everything it supposedly has to offer, finding it tedious and wanting nothing more than to go home. He may be exiled to roam outside of Vega, but he'll take it. William not only misses home but his father too in some weird way. William will take that jerk over most people in Wonderland any day.

And so William finds himself in the bar more often than not, sitting there in a silent and drunken daze as he waits to go home. Gabriel could talk the talk, had managed to talk William into accepting Claire wouldn't give him the time of day enough to take his wedding ring off, but it didn't mean it wasn't going to hurt. The alcohol had originally been intended to help sleep at night, lying down to settle merely meant his brain kicked into overdrive to remind William on how differently he could have handled things. And as such it's started to spiral out of control, William finding it easier to be drunk and not have to dwell on things than actually get over them. He knows that drinking to soothe problems is wrong, but at the end of the day the young man has spent a lifetime watching his own father drink and David Whele has done well for himself regardless. The alcohol dulls his ability to thought and William is just fine with that, able to ignore the hurt and sinking feeling in his stomach that seems to haunt him.

Anyone who approaches William at the bar will find him idly turning an empty glass in his hands, or staggering out in a drunken quest to find his room on the tenth floor. Considering the amount of stairs he could be bumped into in the stairwell where he's sat down to rest his eyes for a second on some steps. Or perhaps he's wandered onto the wrong floor and is in the hallway wondering which way his room is.

[ooc: feel free to bump into william in the bar or in the hallways/stairs. he'll be drinking in the bar every day for a good while so this log is open for the month.]

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[He's quiet as William speaks of David and that he's sorry about humanity. No amount of sorry would mean anything, but at the same time its because William is sorry that Gabriel chose him as one of his own. Those tears stinging at the edges of the Principates eyes are what make him worthy. That guilt and disappointment he feels. It doesn't change anything but it makes all the difference. The rest of humanity will defend its mistakes until it dies out and all that is left are the ones willing to repent and bring his father back. They will pay for what they've done and Wonderland will never shake his resolve in that.

And despite everything he'll never admit that this one human feeling for him, understanding and apologizing for everything, is enough to quiet his anger. At least for this moment, long enough to get William to bed.]

This was my purpose at one time. To guide you and carry you when you were weak. Perhaps I too failed Him.

[Luckily enough William is still too tired and drunk to give two hoots as to who sees an archangel carrying him up the stairs. And in all fairness he hadn't demanded Gabriel do it, and so it only takes a few seconds before the principate is resting his head on Gabriel's shoulder, too weary to bother holding it up any more.

Somewhat comfortable William can feel himself starting to doze lightly, lulled into comfort by the motion of Gabriel climbing the stairs. One time? He can't help but wonder about that, curious to know what "one time" was like way back when. If William ever remembers their conversation he'll be sure to ask another time. Instead he'll just talk with his eyes closed because really, what is effort?]

You didn't fail, you're still trying to guide us now even when we're being shit.

How nice of you to notice. And no worries, William. Wouldn't want you struggling any harder to be generous.

[ Never underestimate her memory, sir.

If she had eyebrows to raise at his second comment, she probably would. Instead, she snorts. He's trying to get at her, isn't he? How cute! She glances back at Gabriel's door then back at William, her eyes lighting up with amusement. ]

Oh? Do you know that from personal experience?

Oh, so you do remember. Must be difficult with a memory like that.

[William can't help the tired eye roll, wondering if he should just leave her there and go into his room and forget about it. Passing out face first on his bed is starting to seem like such a prospective thing right now.

That is until Mystique drops her comment, William somewhat caught off guard and flustered by that one. And it isn't even like he's thought of Gabriel like that, but more that the actual idea of thinking it is making him slightly scandalized. He wouldn't even dare.]

I don't need to. [William huffs, putting hands on his hips as he appears to think through his life choices.] I don't know what's going on here. Did you need something?

[ He earns another snort with that memory quip, but no further comment. They're not here to talk about her obviously superior intellect.

Mystique shifts her weight against the wall, getting comfortable. And here she thought she was going back to her room to laze around in boredom. Not anymore. She lets out a very obvious snicker at his discomfort, sure there's more of it to come. ]

No, not really. But I can tell when someone's got the weight of the world on their shoulders. That, or got dumb at the bar. So which is it for you? [ She leans in. ] I'm thinking both, personally.

[The idea of getting dumb at the bar has William slightly offended, nose wrinkling a little as he frowns. As if he would be stupid enough to get that moronic at the bar. And yet the sad truth of it was that it was a bit of both, and William shifts uncomfortably, wondering where all this sudden interest is coming from. Mystique is blue, he's a plain Joe and there is absolutely nothing to even be prodding at him for in his mind.]

Long week. Or can someone not go and have a few drinks at the bar? That's what it's there for. [See that? William is going to casually lean back a little when Mystique leans in.] Why do you care?

A few drinks, I can understand. You seem to have sampled a few bottles, however. I could practically smell you from five feet away.

And, oh, I don't know. [ She turns so that her back is against the wall, shrugging and smiling innocently. ] We're all stuck here together. May as well look out for one another. Right?

[ If "looking out" involves making the other feel like shit, anyway. ]

It wasn't that much. [That fib slips out so easily, William doing his best to not look guilty at that one. How much has he had to drink? The principate isn't sure, but Mystique is right; it was definitely more than a few.

The mention of looking out for others gets a slightly suspicious look. Not ten minutes ago Mystique hadn't given him a second thought. Now she was being neighborly? Even drunk that doesn't sit well, William wondering how he can even handle it before shrugging. He can deal with whatever it is in the morning, right now lots of thought is overrated.]

Fine. Why are you like that?

[William and the stairs were never on good terms, not since he'd arrived in Wonderland and wound up on floor ten. The fact that he could move floors wasn't lost on the principate, but at the end of the day being between both archangels had some kind of Wonderland meaning he hadn't figured out yet. Which meant ten flights of stairs down and then ten up just to walk the lion cub in the gardens every day.

God he hates the stairs. Right now though? He's throwing the towel in and admitting defeat. Oh they got him good. William's opinion of them has soured enough that if he goes up one more step he may be sick. That or it was the copious amount of alcohol he's gone through. And so the young man is merely sat on landing of the last flight of stairs, head leaning against the wall. Maybe if he got comfortable he could just nap there for a few minutes. Not that he's going to find out when Bela comes across him, and William doesn't even open his eyes as he answers. He'll just sit there, knees up and arms folded with his back to the wall.]

Perfect. And you?

[ She makes a face, ignoring his stupid obvious lie about boozing it up. ]

Why am I like what, exactly?

[ Because there are a lot of directions that question could go, and she's pretty sure she won't like any of them. ]

[William is so busy staring morosely at the empty glass that he barely registers what Evelyn says at first. Of course it doesn't fill itself, otherwise bartenders would be obsolete and out of jobs before they knew it. The young man frowns at that alien thought, brows drawing together slightly as he wonders where it came from.

Oh.

Someone was talking to him? Grey eyes glance up from the bar to Evelyn, William wondering if she was actually talking to him or some mysterious person behind him. He'll even drunkenly glance over his shoulder before noticing there's no-one there. Well then.]

When I finish the next bottle of... [William pauses to squint at his empty glass briefly, wondering just what it was he was even drinking.] ...whatever that was, I might answer that.

[There are definitely a few ways William can go with it, and it's enough that he gives it some quick, muddled thought. He could ask why she's being like that in terms of attitude, feeling the need to act cocky and put others down so easily. That's in a perfect world though, and at least William isn't looking condescending in any shape or form when he answers. He just looks curious.]

Colorful?

[ Her eyes roll up to the ceiling as she sighs. It's such a burden to be right all the time. ]

Well, William, sometimes when a man and a woman really love each other, they have a baby...and I'm sure you can figure out the rest. There's no rhyme or reason for being born a certain way.

What? [ She pushes off the wall so she can step in closer and smirk. ] Like what you see?

Am I?

[His eyes are straight ahead, narrowed in on the steps as he climbs each one quickly. They'll be on the 10th floor in no time and Gabriel isn't even feeling winded.]

Sometimes I feel as though I'm just putting all of you in danger.

[Which was true and he's very convincing when he speaks as if he cares. He knowingly has not only his Acolytes but his Angels wrapped around his fingers so they are so loyal that they are happy to throw away their lives. That was the purpose of what he does. He becomes their light in the darkness, their savior, their friend and leader. He may not spoil the humans as he does his angels, but he doesn't need to. Not with William there encouraging them with his "teachings" and messages to keep them strong.]

[It's not as if William's the first person who's responded to that news by looking for wings. The glance causes Castiel to shift both wings in against his back, not that it would be visible to a normal human. But it's a self-conscious response to being scrutinized.

He can see that even in his drunken state, William is doing his best to sort through this revelation. Castiel has nothing but time, and so he doesn't mind waiting until the implied questions come in. He doesn't know what to make of the knowledge that William actually likes his version of Michael, although there's something else he says that's more alarming.]

... Did Lucifer throw you out of a window? [He's heard more shocking things, yes, but Castiel spends a lot of his time here hoping that his brothers don't make trouble. That's obviously too much to ask for.] I apologize for that. I'm not an archangel, but I am related to both of them.

[It's clear that William's completely lost his train of the thought, and the sooner that Castiel can get him to a bed, the better. He takes a step toward him.]

I was offering to transport you to your room.

Oh, I...see. I suppose you might have.

[She's gentle about it, but she isn't completely blind. In many respects, Tohru has lived a sheltered life, but she had a part-time job in the middle of a busy city. Often she would get out late at night, so the sight of drunk people isn't totally foreign to her.

However, she's never had to try and help one of them before...but, she can try her best. He isn't a complete stranger after all, and she doesn't feel quite right just leaving him there.]

Ah...would you like some help?

[It's definitely for the best it's going this way. Had William been left to his own devices he would probably have dozed off in the stairwell. The worst part is that it will be something to look forwards to in the future.]

You're looking out for us now. There's danger everywhere. You're not putting us in it?

[William's brow furrows slightly when he tries to figure out why Gabriel would even think something like that. He has no idea it's a ploy to have him wrapped further around the archangel's finger. The thought doesn't even come across William's mind, even in a drunk fugue. Blind devotion has it's perks and for those afflicted with it, they never see the downside of it all.]

Why would you think that?

[Sometimes, the amount of stairs could be irritating but Bela did her best not to think about them too much. She didn't go out into the gardens much and whenever she was hungry, she just asked for food from the closets, either in her room or in one of the several team rooms close to her floor. Obviously, William needed to venture outside for a reason, but she didn't know that he took his lion cub out for a daily walk.]

You don't look too perfect.

[She drops into the spot beside him, resting her arms on her knees. William may not have his eyes open but Bela looks over in his direction anyway.]

I'm fine, yeah. Can't really complain.

[Which was the truth.]

Can I help you in anyway? It wouldn't be any trouble.

[William can't help but answer that reply with an eye roll of his own. Right then, so it was natural coloring. All she had to say was that, sans the sarcasm. Apparently Mystique couldn't talk without it, and the young man opens his mouth to ask about that before blinking when she steps closer.

The principate is not an oblivious person. That smirk is bad news and William makes a point of keeping his eyes on the other's face. He's already seem enough to know that Mystique is probably naked, or near enough, and it isn't something he's going to glance over again. He likes living.]

Never seen anyone with yellow eyes.

Danger lurks, but even more so for you and your Acolytes hidden within the walls amongst your people. The risk is great. If you are found you'll be killed. Many have already died for our fight and I'll mourn them all.

[He mourned the passing of his brothers and sisters, but the humans? Their lives were barely the blink of an eye for him. Not that William needed to know that. He looked wounded enough by the loss.]

Shame. I think it compliments my hair so nicely.

[ Her smirk gets smirkier as she firmly plants herself against his door. He's not getting through it until she allows him to. ]

You act like you've never seen a real woman before. [ She reaches out to lightly boop the tip of his nose. ] Is it too much for you to handle?

[Michael doesn't think he's ever heard the principate speak to him, let alone anyone else, the way he just had the archangel. He was glad for him.]

Alright. I'll sit.

[He takes a seat next to William, then sighs.]

Did something happen?

[He could guess, but he'd rather hear it first hand.]

[It's something William will have to think through when he's sober enough, a point well made by the archangel that stirs a memory. One of asking his father to keep an eye on the other acolytes as he's being exiled, and Whele sr saying nothing on it whatsoever.

But for now the young man is still just going to chill out. He's not being harassed by the stairs and Gabriel's footsteps are still working their magic in lulling the principate into a false sense of security. He can't see the wounded look on Gabriel's face, but then William doesn't need to see it to believe it. Why would he have doubt in anything the archangel said?]

There's not many left now. So it can't be much longer.

[William was half expecting Michael to just go, so when the other sits down he's briefly surprised. Right then. A hand is raised for two more drinks, William sliding one over to the archangel. And if Michael is astute enough he'll see that someone's wedding finger is missing a band for the first time since they've arrived.]

Lots of things happen in this place. It is designed to torture us.

[The question momentarily has William pausing, expression perfectly neutral and held in place as he feels his blood briefly run cold. He wished Lucifer had thrown him out the window. It would have been a lot less painful. William can tell just how much bad news Lucifer is and somewhat despairs at the ones who roll their eyes when they hear the other's name. Everyone needed to stay far away from that being, but being stuck in a confined place meant that wasn't even possible. And so William isn't going to say anything on that matter, blatantly passing over it with only a slightly disturbed gaze. No way was he going to piss Lucifer off even more.]

If he did I wouldn't be standing here talking to you. [It's not exactly a lie....At least William can just seize on the next part of conversation without too much issue, giving a slow nod at something. Teleporting, right? Transporting?]

Alright. And then tomorrow I can ask your Michael to go through the bible with me. [William gives a small smile. Oddly enough, Michael doesn't seem too inclined to crush the acolyte under his foot.] I want to see which ones are real and which are ....[A pause. There's definitely a word for it.] ... metaphors.

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