[castiel † 1] For they cannot sleep unless they have done wrong;

[rushofwingbeats]

Who: Castiel and you!
Where: Near the southeastern forests of Espoir.
Style: Whatever you want! I'm flexible
Status: Open.

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[seekingbody]

[ First 'cause I'm lazy...

Alphonse never slept, either. But when he saw a man just sleeping on the bench, he can't help but wonder if the man is okay. It isn't exactly normal for humans to sleep in public like that... he approaches cautiously. And then, in a tiny voice: ] A-ah... excuse me... sir...

[ It's so strange; he wanted to make sure the man was alright, but he didn't want to wake him. ... What do. ]

[rushofwingbeats]

[Castiel shifts slightly and makes a noise, but he doesn't wake all the way up. his head falls farther forward as he moves. For what it's worth, he displays no outward signs of being cold: no chattering teeth, goosebumps, or shivering.]

[seekingbody]

[ Well, at least he's not dead. And he doesn't look injured or uncomfortable. Even still... it's the middle of winter, and even though Al can't feel temperature, he still knows that this is pretty cold. ]

Excuse me, sir... [ This time, it's said louder, and he places a giant, freezing, metal hand on the man's shoulder ]

It might be warmer to sleep inside...

[rushofwingbeats]

[The freezing metal hand startles him awake, shockingly.. At the appearance of a giant robot, his eyes go wide with surprise, and as an instinct he presses one hand to the closest part of Al he can touch - preferably his chest, but the arm will to do. By the way, Al, when he clenches his hand, the guy is way stronger than he appears.

Then when nothing happens, he stares at his hand, even more confused. He seems to have momentarily forgotten about the robot. ]

[seekingbody]

[ .... Al can't feel anything. But he's lived in this suit of armor long enough to be able to see things. And that grab... ]

A-are you alright...? I didn't mean to startle you.

[rushofwingbeats]

Yes, I'm fine.

[he pulls his hand back and stares at it, then the other one, like he's spouted some extra fingers. Then, he puts his hands in his pockets and looks up at Al, tilting his head to the side a bit.]

Are you a spirit or a possessed object?

[seekingbody]

I-I'm a boy!

[ ... he doesn't sound very convincing ]

[rushofwingbeats]

[Castiel looks Al up and down. He's definitely a suit of armor. There's no human being inside there.]

You're a suit of armor. Sentient, perhaps. How have you been animated?

[seekingbody]

....

[ He doesn't know how you know, but he's getting the feeling that continuing to lie isn't going to work. ]

Alchemy. My brother bound my soul to this suit of armor with alchemy.

[rushofwingbeats]

[He leans forward and, assuming Al isn't about to jump back, presses his palm flat against Al's chest. He closes his eyes for a moment - his hand is suddenly warm despite the temperature. After a moment he pulls it away, nodding.]

Is your original body here?

[seekingbody]

[ He's going to stare at you for a moment before answering that. Because... what are you doing? ]

No... I don't think so.

[rushofwingbeats]

Does Alchemy work here?

[seekingbody]

[ Nods ]

I can show you.

[ He steps back a little, claps his hands together, and presses them to the ground. There's a flash of light, and then a crater is formed in the ground. In the middle is a small flower. ]

[rushofwingbeats]

[Castiel's eyebrows go up at this display. Slowly, he reaches down and gathers the flower in his fingers. There's a soft glow and the flower blooms, bright with color.]

Have you ever tried to use Alchemy to escape this place?

[seekingbody]

[ Have a gasp. That's so impressive! It doesn't look like alchemy. ]

Wow! How did you do that?

[ ..... He'd never really thought about escaping with alchemy before. Have a pause while he considers this. ]

No... but... I'm not sure how that would be done. You would need to give up something to attain something else of equal value...

[ Hmm... thoughts... ]

[rushofwingbeats]

I have many strengths granted to me by my Father.

[delicately, displaying none of the strength he showed he had, he plants the flower back into the ground and covers the roots with dirt. Then, he settles back onto the bench, looking at Al with a look of deep thought, his eyebrows knitted together.]

The magic is based on conservation of power? It would take a substantial amount to escape this place.

[He sighs.]