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Post by clarkshepard on Sept 9, 2010 6:21:43 GMT -8
It's one thing to teleport within your own country but when you accidently spent the past ten hours watching Harry Potter films your mind begins to wander and accidental teleportation is an unfortunate side effect when Clark is in some form of emotional state. It was hard to tell what emotional state that was, because he figured he was perfectly fine. Maybe he welled up after watching the films, they were pretty dramatic when they needed to be. So here he was.
As soon as Clark felt a dramatic change in tempature, the cars driving on the other side of the road, the different licence plates, he looked up at the tall London-esque architecture and he knew exactly where he was. Clark adjusted his shirt and cleared his throat, remained cool and stepped out of the alley he seemed to find himself in and stepped out onto the main street without calling attention to himself. He quickly went into the nearby clothing store, grabbed a warm hat and a jacket, charged it to his credit card before slipping out once more rubbing his hands together. He wasn't expecting this kind of weather, he was just in California.
So what to do? He assumed the supernatural wasn't exclusively an American trend, someone here has to be sympathetic to accidental teleportation? Or at least have a chance in hell beleving it. Not that Clark minds looking like a tourist, he was just a tourist without a passport on him. His mind started racing with stressful situations, including a cavity check that Clark did not want to partake in. He needed to find a solution to this unfortunate-- Wait was that an ice-cream parlor?
Stepping inside the ice-cream store/parlor Clark's eyes darted back and forth to each flavor they had available there. It wasn't like it was a crowded place, there was one or two people there who seemed to look at him oddly at his child like wonderment when he caught glimpse of the ice-cream flavors that were both his favorite and compellingly excotic to him. After ordering two cones, one of strawberry cheesquake and vanillia cookie crumble he stepped out of the store and began eating the vanillia cookie crumble. He looked as if he had just won the lottery, two ice creams in hand, his had cocked over his brow and his jacket blowing in the cool breeze he looked like one special oddity indeed.
Castiel had heard about Clark through the other angels, but he also sensed his presence on Earth. He knew that Clark was Nephilim. He was quite worried because he heard Zachariah and a few others discuss him. He also knew that the other angels would not be as understanding. Still...Castiel vowed to find him. He decided to try a location spell, and as he did. He began his chanting to try and place a location on Clark.
When he found him, he was a bit surprised. London. The Nephilim was in London. How did he get there? Castiel was completely unsure, perhaps by accident, or perhaps on purpose. Even so, Castiel knew that he had to find him, and fast, at least, before Zachairah and the others did.
He knew that he had to warn him of his brothers. He also knew that Clark would probably want nothing more to do with his warning, or even his presence, but even so, Castiel felt it was within his duty. Although he had worried about what Zachariah would do to him, still, he wanted more then ever to do the right thing, as he had been doing lately.
Castiel knew that while he was doing the right thing, the other angels frowned upon HIM as well. He had been lectured multiple times by Zachariah AND Uriel, and he knew that he was heading down a road that he should not take. Still....was it Clark’s fault that he was born how he was? Castiel did not think so, nor did he think it was right either. He soon found himself in front of the icecream shop that Clark had appeared in. He looked at him seriously for a moment, “My name is Castiel,” he said to him, “I am an angel of the Lord, and we need to talk,” he said. “You are in danger, and I wish to help you,” he said.
*Inhale* Ryanne leant against a wrought iron fence opposite a row of old Victorian, upper-class town houses in London, a cigarette held loosely in between her fingers.
*Exhale* Her posture screamed closed off and unapproachable, her stoic gaze never leaving one of the houses. She must have looked incredibly suspicious but she didn't care. She only wanted to see her childhood home one last time. The home that had brought her many happy, tearful memories. The one that had brought the most horrific memory. The house that was the scene of the event that changed her life forever. The house that her all of her family, except for her father and herself, were brutally murdered in.
*Inhale* She had been stood there for God knows how long staring, thinking. Thinking about what she was to do next. Why she was back in London after so many years and where the hell her father was. She hadn't heard from him for a few months and, although she knew of his capabilities, she still worried. She thought about how things would have been different if her sister had met another bloke. If her family was still alive. How different her life would be.
*Exhale* Ryanne flicked her cigarette to the ground and stubbed it out with the toe of her Doc Marten before she pushed herself off of the fence to stand upright. She quickly wiped a stray tear from her face before shoving both hands into her pockets and meandered away from the residential area, intending to go into town. Her breath kept catching in her throat as she was overwhelmed with emotion because of the memories. She wished she had never returned to her home, to London. It was a big mistake, one she was starting to quickly regret.
*Inhale* Her breaths were deep and slow, in order to calm and compose herself and when she looked up, she was slightly surprised to find that she made it into one of the main shopping areas of London. She took one final deep breath and lifted her head, determined to grab an ice cream from her favourite childhood shop. She was caught with emotion again but she pushed them back, determined to forget.
*Exhale* Ryanne entered the small shop and being out of peak season, there was no queue and she quickly ordered half rum and raisin and half coffee ice cream. Taking a swipe at it with her tongue, she gave a little mew of pleasure before paying and left the shop.
*Inhale* She had no idea what to do and decided to just do some window shopping and mooch around the markets. She turned left after standing outside the door and promptly bumped into two people, on and then the other as she tried to refrain from falling over and losing quality ice cream.
*Exhale* After regaining her balance and personal space, she looked up at the two men before giving a half-hearted grin, "Phew, nearly." She observed the man in front of her and looked him over. You could really tell he was different from others and she didn't think 'supernatural' different, more 'Geek' different. Ryanne was entirely too busy thinking the man in front of her was cute to realise that his company was in fact Castiel.
((OOC: I'm assuming this is taking place after the 'Earthquakes...' thread Cas, therefore already knowing you a little. If not, I can change it )
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Post by clarkshepard on Sept 11, 2010 20:33:37 GMT -8
"My name is Castiel, I am an angel of the Lord, and we need to talk. You are in danger, and I wish to help you.” Clark turned his attention to the man that seemingly appeared beside him, his lip covered with vanillia cookie crumble as he blinked processing this information that was just dumped on him. He looked at Castiel with very doleful eyes as if he was having trouble comprehending the situation, and then he looked down, and then back up at Castiel again. He had never actually met an angel, but he sort of sensed it boiling in his blood standing here next to the one claiming to be Castiel.
"Um, so are you like, my dad?" He asked abruptly, not knowing while else this Castiel fellow would approach him. Before Clark could dump more questions on the trench coated Heaven person, he felt a bump and saw that same someone seemingly also bumping into Castiel. He blinked a bit holding both his ice cream cones up high, still ice cream on his face trying to regain any sense of equilibrium he had remaining. Clark just looked like a total goof with his hands held over his head with two ice cream cones in each of them, and a ice cream mustache.
"Castiel?" He almost said in a whiny voice. "What the hell?" As if he was blaming him for the cascading girl who stumbled out of the ice cream store.
"Phew, nearly." He looked at the young woman as she spoke, she looked really cute. He blinked several times as she started looking in his direction, he stared back again still with his arms stretched over his head, ice cream in each hand. However, when a drop from his vanilla cookie crumble came down and hit him in the brow he lowered his arms and rubbed the ice cream off his brow before it went into his eye.
Castiel knew that Clark would find this hard to believe, of course, most humans did, and although Clark was not fully human, he knew that the angel would in fact, not believe him. He was right. Castiel was tired of always having to explain himself, but it WAS part of the whole angel gig as Dean would call it. He watched as Clark was holding his ice cream as he was trying to comprehend what Castiel was saying. Humans were funny in that way. They never seemed to get it the first time.
“As I have stated, my name is Castiel. I am not your Father. Although I am your brother,” he explained. “You are part angel,” he said to Clark, “You are one of us,” he stated, “This would be fine and everything if the other angels would accept that you are half human, however, they do not,” he said. “You transported here, did you not?” he asked him. “This would explain why and how,” he added.
Castiel stared at the girl as she nearly bumped in the Clark. “Ryanne?” Castiel asked instantly remembering her. “What are you doing here?” he asked. He had not expected to see her there along with Clark and found this odd. He stared at the two of them, “I trust we shall get going before Zachariah finds out we are here,” he said to them. “Come with me...” he added “I will get us someplace safe...Clark, you must listen to me, you are in danger,” he said. “Will you come with me?”
She raised an eyebrow at his petulant tone and observed him, unsure if he were going to be a threat. She remained oblivious to the mention of Castiel as she realised how harmless this man actually was. How innocent he was.
Ryanne eyed the man in front of her and a small smile crossed her lips, laughter evident in her eyes. He had an ice cream moustache and he was holding both of them above his head. He looked a little weird but very endearing at the same time.
"Hi, are you ok?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. Are you? I'm so--" She was about to apologise when another voice beat her to it. Once that she recognised.
“Ryanne? What are you doing here?”
Ryanne groaned and turned simultaneously to look at the Angel. "Hello Castiel, nice to see you again." She took another swipe at her ice cream and closed her eyes, savouring it before returning her attention back to him. "Yes, I'm Ryanne and what do you mean what am I doing here? I used to live around here!"It annoyed her when he cuts her off and stops her from doing things but it's another matter entirely when he comes into her home town, demanding why she is there. It's just not on.
Ryanne shot him a penetrating glare and questioned him back, "What's your excuse hmmm?"
“I trust we shall get going before Zachariah finds out we are here. Come with me...I will get us someplace safe...Clark, you must listen to me, you are in danger. Will you come with me?”
She rolled her eyes at his lack of reply but she knew he would answer her eventually. Castiel seems genuinely worried about this Clark guy. Ryanne licked at her ice cream more before turning to the new person. "Clark right? I think you should listen to him. Not only is he nearly always right, he's good at what he does. I trust him even though he does make me want to tear my hair out." She waited for him to take it in before giving him a crooked smile, "I'm Ryanne by the way. Castiel wasn't going to do it, may as well introduce myself. "
Post by clarkshepard on Sept 19, 2010 19:24:14 GMT -8
“As I have stated, my name is Castiel. I am not your Father. Although I am your brother,” Clark's mind wandered over how that'd exactly work, if they wanted to get technical he'd actually be his nephew. So this angel wasn't his father, well at least he's narrowing it down. Castiel isn't his father. “You are part angel, you are one of us." Clark raised his brow, he already knew this. He felt like he'd have to been stupid by now to not put two and two together. Clark then listened as Castiel went on about how the other angels wouldn't except him for who he was etcetera etcetera, so much for being holy beings of non-judgmental acceptance. Figures Clark's mom had it wrong the entire time, he wouldn't have the heart to tell her 'Told ya so.'
On top of this Castiel character there was the question about this girl he had bumped into, the two seemed to know each other. It was an odd coincidence but one he went along with never-the-less. Ryanne, the name was tossed around by her and Castiel both before she formerly introduced herself. She seemed to reassure him that this Castiel fellow knew what he was talking about/doing, though how much could he trust a girl he had also just met coincidently within a several second frame of meeting the angel. Answer, easily, she was cute and therefore Clark sort of nodded in continued thought as he stared back towards Castiel. Who seems to want to save him from the likes of this Zacharia. He hoped to god he wasn't his father, that'd be awkward now wouldn't it?
"Um. Alright. I already knew about the half-angel thing my mom told me, not my first-- ya know-- teleporting rodeo. Uh, secondly um, yeah I'll come with you--hold this a sec," Clark handed Castiel his unlicked ice-cream and turned to Ryanne.
"Ryanne, I'm Clark, Clark Shepard-- Um, right. You said you lived here?" Of course she did you dolt, listen to her accent, and what she had just said. "Would you know a safe place nearby then? I mean, that makes sense right Castiel?" He turned back to the angel in question and blinked.
"You can have that ice-cream by the way. Uhm, so should we take her along as well?" He pointed towards Ryanne, blinking somewhat. Lowering his hand after a long brief moment, flushing and clearing his throat.
Castiel stared at the ice cream when it was handed to him. He did not know what to do with it because he didn’t really eat human foods. He looked at it for a moment and then licked it. Something inside him made him smile and he continued to lick it. His human body seemed to be enjoying it. Jimmy had in fact liked ice cream, so why couldn’t Castiel? He continued eating the ice cream until it was almost gone. Finally he finished it and had barely realized he had.
“Yes, a safe place to stay would be best, but I was thinking perhaps we could go to Bobby Singer,” he said. “Bobby has a panic room that would suit best perhaps,” he said to them.
He had intended on taking Clark to have Bobby watch out for him while he investigated what was going on. He looked at the two of them. He had no idea what to do with Ry, so he thought perhaps she could come with them. “Ry, would you perhaps like to come and help me protect Clark?” he asked her hoping that she would
“I plan on doing more research while the two of you are at Bobby Singers,” he said. He wasn’t so sure Bobby would like a visit from them or not, but at this point there really wasn’t much of a choice.
He looked at Clark, “Thank you for the ice cream, it was very....delightful,” he said to him. “It appears Jimmy does in fact enjoy ice cream very much,” he said.
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"Ryanne, I'm Clark, Clark Shepard-- Um, right. You said you lived here? Would you know a safe place nearby then? I mean, that makes sense right Castiel?"
She let go of his hand and stood back slightly, giving both him and Castiel more room. "Yeah, I used to live here but it's been a few years though. I don't know what's changed. I mean the buildings are all still here but what they hold has changed. I don't know what's safe or not anymore." Ryanne shook her head sadly at how many things have changed. it was like the whole world was moving on without her and, even though she was too, there was a small part that refused.
Coming out of her reverie, it was with some great amusement that Ryanne watched Castiel receive the ice cream and tentatively take a lick. It was as if he thought it would turn around and bite him on the nose. It surprised her when he smiled. One with kid-like enthusiasm which he promptly used to wolf the whole thing down. He'd never smiled like that, well not in front of her. She didn't realise she had a grin on her face until he'd finished. That's going into my 'One of the most amusing things I've seen' category.""
“Yes, a safe place to stay would be best, but I was thinking perhaps we could go to Bobby Singer. Bobby has a panic room that would suit best perhaps,”
She turned to Castiel when his eyes fell onto her. What she saw wasn't amusing. it looked as if he thought her to be a spare part, or trouble, and was deciding on what to do with her.
“Ry, would you perhaps like to come and help me protect Clark?”
Ryanne's gaze flicked between Castiel and Clark, unsure what to do. On one hand she wanted to stay in her home town and just pretend to be normal. On the other, she was glad Castiel tried to be discreet and this Clark guy seemed to be in need of protecting. She came to her decision, fairly quickly and shrugged her shoulders, "Sure, why not. If it helps you do more research. Besides, what's Clark done to need protecting?"
The hunter looked at Clark again, her gaze narrowed, looking for anything suspicious about him, "He didn't piss off a demon did he? Or get involved in bad, bad things?" Clark didn't seem the type to do either but one could never be too careful.
"Okay, Castiel. I'll go with you. But are we doing that poofing thing that you seem so fond of? Because if we are? What am I going to do about the authorities here and in the U.S? I can't very well arrive legally into the U.K, vanish without a trace and appear back into the states. They'd think I'm an illegal immigrant and I don't want to be chased by the law when I have a job to do."
Ryanne took a deep breath and looked expectantly at Cas, hoping he'd have a decent plan, all the while, glancing at Clark. 'Yeah, he's pretty cute in a geeky sort of way.'
Post by clarkshepard on Oct 1, 2010 7:57:51 GMT -8
Clark was surprised that Castiel suggested that this young woman help protect him, it was kind of embarrassing to tell you the truth. You could grow up and be mature about things, but you still feel sort of belittled when a woman closer to your age has to come and protect you because you apparently seem to can't handle yourself. Clark had been left alone thus far by the angels, so this whole new danger was rather new to him. He was confused to say the least, for all he knew this could be one elaborate trick and Castiel is just trying to kill him, or worse-- That trench coat didn't really do the man justice, people with vans and black out windows usually wear trench coats like these.
He couldn't help but think he was about to get into something a little two deep for his liking. Angels out to get him? He seemed safer on his own, but he didn't know that for sure. There was very little he could do, and very little that his powers would allow him to do. He could walk away from this Ryanne and Castiel and around the corner he could be abducted by Angels and like, experimented on or something.
Between the cute English girl, and the now ice-cream licking angel-- He only seemed confused and baffled. He folded his arms folded, his face contorted into what seemed like a pained expression.
"I'm not sure about the whole travel thing myself, I'm an illegal immigrant as it is." He scratched his head and looked at Castiel, he is unsure if he'd have some sort of answer to this problem. As Clark seemed to be at a loss, "Or if there is some place we can hide out here instead of going back to the States that might be helpful, at least till tomorrow and we can all catch a flight back."
Castiel looked between Clark and Ry, “The paperwork will be taken care of,” he assured them. “I understand how the countries are, but none of them expect angelic ways of travel,” Castiel told them. He wasn’t sure what else to do with them. They certainly couldn’t stay there. Could they? It was quite unsafe for them to. He knew that Zechariah would be coming for ALL of them very soon. The other angels would be attempting to destroy them.
“It is not safe here,” Castiel said, “My brothers and sisters, you do not know them,” he said, “They will not give up.” he looked at Clark for a moment, “Ry is a hunter Clark, she is strong, and she is worthy of protecting you with me,” he explained as he could sense that Clark was not found of the idea.
Castiel was confused lately. Lately, he knew he had been turning from his brother’s and sisters, and he knew that eventually they would come for him. He did not know what else to do in the meantime.
Suddenly lightening struck from a far distance and Castiel knew. The angels were already on their tale. “We must go....NOW,” he said to them.
Castiel grabbed Clark’s shirt, as well as Ry’s. “Come with me,” he said not giving them the option. With that he took them with him to Bobby Singer’s panick room. “You shall be safe here,” he said to them. “For the time being,” he said. He showed Ry and Clark the images on the walls, “There is a symbol to keep angels away,” Castiel explained, “It is to be drawn in blood,” he said to Ry. “You know of it I believe,” he told her. “Draw it and I shall heal you,” Castiel said to her.
He looked at Clark, “Should you see an angel, besides myself, use this symbol that Ry is drawing, she knows how to use it.” he said. “I shall return in time....I must make sure my brothers do not find you here,” he said. With that he took off for a time being. He had to distract Zechariah in order for his plan to work. He had to get his brothers as far away from Ry and Clark as possible.
Before she had a chance to say anything, to either Clark or Castiel, she felt her shirt being grabbed and a strange, horribly strange sensation take over. The next thing she knew she was in a random room, with all sorts of weapons, sigils and a poster of a pin up girl. Ryanne felt a bit woozy but stood her ground, looked at Castiel and deadpanned, "Oh I love it when you take control, Wings."
After she said that, she quickly turned away from him and scrunched her eyes closed. She got travel sick on boats. That was usually it, but apparently, her body wasn't built for speedy transportation and she felt incredibly woozy. After a few calming breaths, she opened her eyes and decided to check out the room. She circled it, hands stroking a long the walls as she listened to Castiel speak. Without looking at him, she knew he was speaking to her.
“There is a symbol to keep angels away...It is to be drawn in blood...You know of it I believe...Draw it and I shall heal you,”
After he'd finished she turned around and saluted him, "Of course I will. Any particular place best for drawing blood? The palm?"
Without even waiting for an answer, she withdrew her knife from her boot and slashed her palm open. She quickly dropped the knife and with the fingers of her other hand, she set to work drawing the sigil on the wall. She blocked out the pain in her hand by concentrating on the odd shapes she had to draw as well as the low soothing tone of Castiel, in contrast to the panic in his tone that he tried to hide.
“Should you see an angel, besides myself, use this symbol that Ry is drawing, she knows how to use it...I shall return in time....I must make sure my brothers do not find you here,”
Ryanne finished drawing the symbol and turned around to face both men...Angels. "I've done it, now heal me up, Wings." Whilst she waited for Castiel to do his thing, she turned to look at Clark.
"It'll be okay, both Castiel and I know what we're doing. You're safe here. Mr. Singer doesn't build and then use things that he deems 'unsafe'. We're good." She reassured Clark as best as she could before turning back to Castiel and whispering, "I hope you know what you're doing Castiel or I will hunt you down and pluck your feathers one by one."
Once she was healed she sent Clark a smile and pushed him into a chair. "Sit, relax, try to take it all in." Once she sure he was in a chair and wouldn't move, she turned to face Angel number one again, "So how is Mr. Si--" He was gone.
Post by clarkshepard on Oct 25, 2010 16:43:33 GMT -8
In an instant he seemed to feel himself being teleported without the headaches, or the nosebleeds, or any other side effect. It felt relaxing almost, of course he knows that people generally don't like being wooshed up in the cosmos to be shifted to another completely different volume of space in a mere instant. Once you get used to it, generally it has a warming feeling of power and control of one's life. Of course, Clark doesn't have that feeling completely as his teleporting is a bit unpredictable especially when emotional or at times when spaced out.
So they were in America now he presumed, Castiel began explaining how to keep angels away but Clark for most of his life was always wondering how to get angels to him. This all seemed somewhat backwards and sort of contradictory to Clark trying to find out who his father is, there should be a reason why angels haven't found him until now. Why was Castiel worried? It all sort of bothered him, so he remained silent. Angels being a threat to his well being was all to new to him, but he figured the angel knew what he was doing.
After the room seemed to be fortified with a sigil that would ward away any unwanted guests, Castiel healed up Ryanne's hand and in a blink of an eye vanished. Though it didn't seem like the young woman picked up on that right away. Instead, he felt her hand on him ushering him to take a seat in the chair. He blinked several times and found his bottom connecting with the chair beneath. When she realized Castiel had gone, Clark spoke up.
"So you know the angel Castiel? You aren't an angel are you? But you know about all the crazy stuff in the world? How do you know the angel?" He didn't really know what to ask her, he was a bit anxious more so being alone in a sealed enclosed and rather seemingly protected bunker with a woman. He twiddled his thumbs, shook his leg up and down, and occasionally wiped his brow, clearing his throat.
"Kinda crazy, angels would be after me now? I mean, I'm not even that powerful. Why now, right? It's like--" He realized he was sounding sort of wimpish, so he stopped right there and averted his eyes to the ground. He was no good at conversing with the opposite sex, especially when they are the only other person in the room. Where did that angel run off to?
When she noticed his absence, she let go of a sigh and rolled her eyes, cursing the Angel in her mind.
Ryanne headed over to another spare chair and carried it over to Clark, set it down in front of him, sat down and crossed her legs to take in everything he was saying.
"So you know the angel Castiel? You aren't an angel are you? But you know about all the crazy stuff in the world? How do you know the angel?"
The hunter leaned back in her chair and eyed Clark. She could tell her was concerned but he was cute in his babbling that she couldn't help but grin at him, "Well--" Without getting the chance to answer his questions, Clark steamed a head straight into his next round of questions
"Kinda crazy, angels would be after me now? I mean, I'm not even that powerful. Why now, right? It's like--"
She couldn't help grin from getting wider as he carried on as well as stop himself. When she was sure he was finished, she spoke up, "Okay. So I guess I should answer your questions in order..only if you've finished, I'd hate to interupt you." She gave him soft smile to make him feel at ease and to know she was joking as well as to make sure he had finished, before she spoke again.
"Yes I do know Castiel. No I'm not an Angel. Yes I know all about the crazy stuff in the world. I've worked with Cas before today although it was a bit strained. Apparently Angels are after you but I do not know why, maybe you do? How do you know you're not that powerful? it could be an undiscovered talent and sweetheart, I couldn't tell you why the Angels chose now. That's why Cas and I are here to help. So the first thing we all need to to do is calm down, take a few deep breaths and take it one step at a time." She paused, letting it all sink in, hoping that Clark wouldn't freak out.
Ryanne leaned forward and patted his knee for comfort, "Do you have any more questions or do you remember anything you may have done or something about you that may draw attention to you?" She looked suspicious for a second and eyed him curiously, "You didn't summon or make a deal with a demon did you?"
He certainly didn't look the type but one couldn't be too sure. It was, afterall, always the quiet ones.
((So, so sorry about the crappiness and shortness ))
Post by clarkshepard on Dec 10, 2010 12:17:46 GMT -8
So it seemed like she was a human, Clark wouldn't deduce otherwise but it did leave him at ease. She continued to answer his questions with really un-knowledgeable responses which means she was almost if not more so in the dark then he was about the whole Angel's gunning for him ordeal, if it was even an ordeal. A lot of this stunk for Clark, never before had he encountered this problem and the fact Castiel tracked him down seemed a bit suspicious but he really left no quarter for conspiracy theories in his mind. It was without saying, that Clark was more intently focused on the fact that he was alone with a girl in a tightly secure room. He. Alone. With a girl. His face lit up with embarrassed as she sat near him. A part of him wanted to teleport away in fear, as nothing he could say or do at this point would come off as cool.
"I'm a babble fish," Like previously stated, nothing he could say or do at this point would come off as cool. "I mean, I babble, I rabble. Sometimes when I'm nervous or in certain company I sometimes just go off on a tangent, or remain completely and utterly silent. I should probably stop talking." Clark cleared his throat, rubbing his outer thighs with his hands as if trying to rid himself of the nervous twitching in his leg.
When Ryanne patted his knee it was like Christmas lights in Clark's face, he was so red he thought he'd begin sweating but if asked he'd just totally blame it on this enclosed space and that it was hot in here. That would be the thing to do wouldn't it?
"Do you have any more questions or do you remember anything you may have done or something about you that may draw attention to you?" She looked suspicious for a second and eyed Clark curiously, "You didn't summon or make a deal with a demon did you?"
"Oh no," He said, his voice rather high and perhaps cracking when he said so. Clearing his throat of all whimpy like octaves he continued, "I mean if I did I would have asked for something awesome like a lightsaber." At least, at the moment of speaking he thought that was the cool thing to say. "It'd be useful."
"No, Half-Angel making good with a demon would be weird. I've never had this problem at all before in my life, I used my powers freely as I wished and hadn't had a problem. Maybe it has something to do with this war of the seals?" He didn't know much in the way of the grand scheme of things, but in passing he has clued in on a thing or two. Like the whole plan on freeing Lucifer the demons are adamant about, and the apparent war the Angel's are fighting with them to stop this from occurring. But 666 seals and the demons only had to break 66 of them? The odds seemed stacked against the good guys.