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[wingwalker]

Who: Xas & You
What: Feels about religion, followed by feels about plants, and also new acquaintances/friends/enemies.
Where: In or around Chimer. Specifically the Cathedral of the Holy Cross in the morning to early afternoon, then the Chimer City Trail Park - but he could have wandered elsewhere by nightfall, although he'll have a plant with him.
When: All day Shundi.
Notes: I have never done this summary-y type thing before. I'm sorry if it's the worst. Also, a rough approximation of clothes, minus the goofy hat and creepy mannequin face.
Warnings: None, I think. If anything comes up in the comments, I'll edit accordingly.

It takes Xas a few weeks to reach out to God, and when he does, it's less desperation than experimentation. He just wants to know. Before they took his wings, he used to hear God all the time, feel Him everywhere, feel himself pulled toward Him like a moth to light. But then he stopped listening, and now Xas isn't sure if the silence is his own doing or if God doesn't reach here, the same way he didn't reach Hell.

He's already in Chimer peering up at the spires of the Cathedral when he gives in and tries. ("All right," he says quietly, a little resentfully, and waits in vain.) He goes inside in time to catch the end of the service - his first time in a church, to add to his string of recent firsts - and sits in the pews for a while afterward, giving a set of stained-glass apostles a rather challenging look.

He always did think humans' idea that God waited in a house for them to deign to visit Him was a little ridiculous, if endearingly earnest. As if He were their patient grandmother.

When he finally leaves the church, it's half boredom and half frustration, and he's glad to stumble almost immediately onto a park and to almost as immediately get lost in it. He's never seen most of the plants before, and by dusk he's on his knees in the dirt, scraping at dirt to get his hands under the roots of a small flowering shrub. It's gotten him into trouble before, this habit of plant-taking, but he doesn't think anyone will miss it.

Comments

we can wrap this if you want! I know it's been going for a while and you've got a lot on your plate

[wingwalker]

"Oh," Xas says. "No. Nothing like that." The possibility had never occurred to him, not even as a passing fancy. He didn't try to blend in until he was grounded. He never wanted to.

"We don't usually bother men," he adds, but his tone is distracted and he's looking at Hellboy's sawed-off horns, barely containing the question. He has some manners. He wouldn't want anyone he'd just met asking about his missing pieces, and it doesn't occur to him, either, that Hellboy might have parted with his voluntarily.

sounds good

[hehaseatenthepancake]

Hellboy nods, acknowledging Xas' statement about angels not bothering men without comment. He has heard a thing or two about what angels were like in his world, and how they affected the world long ago, and that's not something he's in the mood to talk about right now. Besides, he notices Xas looking at his stumps, which gets a chuckle out of him as he reaches up and rubs at them.

"I got sick of smacking them into doorways," he says as though that explains everything. Anything more he might say about it is interrupted by a bleeping from his belt. "Really?!" he exclaims plaintively as he reaches into a pouch and retrieves his CiD, shaking his head at what he sees on the screen.

He puts the CiD away, then stands up and slings his sword onto his back. "So much for my afternoon off. Listen, this has been kind of weird, but I should be used to that by now. It's nice to have met you anyway." He extends his left hand to shake. "I got to get going, but maybe I'll see you around."