The angels were all singing out of tune...(rp for castingout)

[hiscatalyst]

She vaguely remembers what it was like to be burned alive. She remembers the events before with much more clarity: the shock of the moment, when Bradly had entered her apartment, the pain of the invisible knife slicing wide across her stomach, the feel of the slick slide of blood down her skin before she had to comprehend the fact she was pinned by

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[castingout]

The great libraries of Heaven were a figment of imagination, an idea given form in some long forgotten memory. They were real, of course, and filled to bursting with ancient knowledge of not only Heaven but Earth and the prison that became Hell after the Morningstar was cast down, but they were not places such as any human would immediately recognize

[hiscatalyst]

She moved forward slowly, fingers drawing absent lines along the spines of books and tombs, feeling the low hum of knowledge and power beneath their leather and paper and wood coverings, each with a different pulse of feeling, each with its own secrets to impart upon the seekers that came here. To her, it felt like a refuge, even though all of this was new - it--it seemed to spark something in her, a sense of homecoming.

Her eyes moved, instead, to the fellow angel that had called out her name, recognizing instantly the bright shine of his grace, the steady pulse of the power of it, and it warmed her, knowing that this was the one they'd sent her too, young though he was. He was at least many centuries older than her, this newest angel, and she had no doubt he'd be able to help her learn.

"Michael sent me to you," She offered when she was close enough, able to see those bright blue eyes, almost able to bask in the warmth and comfort of his grace, "he said he would have warned you about me,"

[castingout]

"He has made me aware of his expectations of me in regards to you, yes. I am to help integrate you into your new role," He answered plainly. Micheal had not spoken directly to him but his message had reached Castiel all the same. He was to take and impart knowledge, to train, Iessiel as he himself had been taken in and taught by Annel.

[hiscatalyst]

Iessiel nodded at that, ducking her head slightly. He obviously was the more experienced of the two of them, the one with the knowledge of what they were to do in the world and further their role in the hierarchy of heaven. She was to be trained by him in the sword, in the strategies of heaven's battles, in the order of the garrison, so that she would be effective in the battle when it happened. She was to be Castiel's shadow until he deemed her ready for her rightful place in their garrison.

"And know that I am thankful for your time, Brother,"