the formal (icon of hell optional)

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WHO: [OPEN]
WHERE: the Brandt Banquet Hall
WHEN: Sunday March 29
WARNINGS: B|
SUMMARY: the superhero formal. Will things explode?
FORMAT: whatever you feel like


There are extensive tables for hor d'oeuvres, small desserts, and champagne as well as an open bar. Room for dancing is obvious, flanked by a small group of musicians. And there are alcoves for the shy, the hiding, the amorous, the machinating, or the creeper lurking.

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I just want to hug him or something...

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Castiel's presence was hardly something that Raven had a problem with detecting - in fact, midway through her conversation with Lucifer himself, she had determined it would be best to make her way to wherever the angel was hiding. It took mere moments for her eyes to scan the room and find him; the slight anger she felt towards him firing up inside of her body as she thought about him.
However, at realizing where he was, and taking note of how he had entered the event, she managed to laugh softly. He looked almost... pitiful, confused, like a lost child now stranded from their mother in a public place.

There were many ways she could approach him.
She could sway her way over seductively, she could run straight up to him in frustration and anger, she could even ignore him completely - but she instead decided to take small graceful steps in his direction, her hand lightly being placed on the column he stood behind.

"Now, given that this is an event hosted by a half-demon, you must admit that the music is delightful, Castiel."

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"Raven," Castiel said, instead of hello. His tone was as always -- even and matter-of-fact -- and his expression did move in an effort to shift beyond one of general concern. He did, however, tilt his chin slightly in her direction, so that when his eyes moved to look at her, they did so more easily. Beyond that he remained, for the most part, still and unmoving.

He had felt her approach from across the end of the long banquet hall; she was among some of the few that Castiel was able to perceive within the large space, but he had not had the mind to go to her since she proved herself to keep unpleasant company. First the half-breed and then the Fallen One. And then another being -- unidentifiable. It left Castiel to wonder if she had already chosen her path. Regrettable, he thought to himself, but did not share this opinion outloud.

"Your words imply compliment," he then said, flatly. "I will admit no such thing."

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"Stubborn as always, I see." Raven sighed softly at his entire body language, tucking some hair behind her ear out of sheer nervousness now. Yes, it seemed she truly had managed to piss off someone of the angelic host - delightful. Why shouldn't she just burn bridges with Tim and Peter while she was at it and seal her fate indefinitely?

"You realize that you appear to be somewhat of a creepy sort over here? Almost like a man stalking his victims?" despite that her words had somewhat of a humorous ring, it had been far from a lie - there had been many times where one of security detail may have mistaken him for having bad intentions, what with his features combined with his unmoving stance. "If the demon hosting this event is attracting flies with honey rather than vinegar, wouldn't it stand to reason that fighting it with a sweeter source would be a wise solution?"

Sighing she grew much closer to him, touching him for no reason but to straighten out his tie - she anticipated a violent reaction to this, but did it anyway as a sign of peace and grace. "But I know you did your best, you are about as used to these events as I am. I do appreciate you being here, even if he does not."