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It had been hours already that the two had been staring quietly at one another. Slow curiosity eventually called for a more verbal approach. Barachiel had stood and investigated, though had not truly expected this white one to speak first. His lips down-turned in a mask of confusion, the stag murmured out a reply, "You stare too much. Why?"

The white smile made an indirect accusation that the ex-archangel didn't bother denying. Truth was truth. Still frowning, the stag grunted as a response to the other's reasoning. Made enough sense not to be questioned. "Nor I yours. We are strangers, it is only natural that there be no recognition." Simple fact, having missed the point entirely.

"Only the strangers that are worthy of wasting time for," the slate gray male deadpanned, the frown contorted into an unhappy smile before he released the expression. When the other stag's eyes drifted to his neck, Barachiel followed his gaze to the pendant. "A memory." Everyone had a memory, he was sure. Sea storm eyes returned to the stranger, and he picked an item of his own. "You wear strange things, as well."

Though his expression betrayed nothing, the ex-archangel did not miss the others' pointed comment. He had likely been here for a good deal of time. The thought did not settle well with Chiel. Frowning again, he listened quietly for some enlightening answer, but the white one casually evaded his curiosity without effort. He kept his counsel for a minute before he pressed further. "How long have you been in this 'waste of time', then?"

Dark eyebrows were raised in an exasperated expression when the stranger continued to refuse him any valuable information. At the very least the white stag gave him something about the forest. Sea eyes glanced up at the sun as though to confirm what he had said before he looked back to the male before him. "Long enough," he rebounded, a smirk played at his lips before he grew somber again. "Do you bear a name?"

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The stag offered a curt nod at the name once it was spoken, like it was nothing but water beneath the bridge. He was certain to remember it, though. He didn't bother moving as this Jack did. The gray stag's face became slightly confused, in fact, when the white one moved off a bit. He felt little discomfort standing still as a statue, though he decided to follow Jack's lead and move slightly. He did show vague discomfort at the question. Clearly he was not accustomed to being asked, as he had asked the other. "... Barachiel." Not much of a conversationalist, the gray stag kept a sudden silence after this, waiting.

The gray male purposely decided to ignore the immediate attention his behavior received from the white one, sea storm eyes narrowed as he peered distractedly at the black feather in this one's ear. He looked back to this Jack's face when he up-started the conversation. "You could say it was 'outside', yes." He gave a curious frown, but didn't add anything else.

Dark eyes regarded the other with a strange caution. Someone with secrets? Doubtless. Everyone has a skeleton in the closet, but it is much more than a skeleton for Barachiel. "You have done no different, with your flat answers." The stag had moved again, and his fidgeting is peculiar to him, as he remained as he was. "Most people seem to speak this way, I have noticed."

His face remained a slightly confused mask of quiet as he tried to keep his eyes on the wandering stranger. The absolute certainty of the white male's statements were a careless comfort. The frown turned slowly into a flat-line expression. "I cared for humans. I never was one." His wings made an almost defensive gesture over the pendant, but he said no more.

He had not been here long enough to know what was normal, though at this point it was dreadfully apparent that most things resembled deer. He was no exception. The only differences were his wings and his face, which looked similar to that which he had cared for. The white one was obviously intelligent, or at least just attentive enough to catch on. It made Barachiel uneasy. "I was a guardian, yes..." He seemed to think on whether to continue before he did so. "A watcher."

The male saw no reason to repeat what he had said in the first place, while this Jack mused about his statement. Barachiel briefly wondered if he had been offensive in some way, though it didn't concern him much. The sudden question came off as almost aggressive at first, and the grey stag only watched him, deciding whether he should bother responding. Blue-grey eyes narrowed over the white male's grin, plainly not interested in divulging private information. "Perhaps I wished to see the sights." The tones used were flat, though they suggested sarcasm. "I could ask the same of you."

"Splendid." He deadpanned again, not changing his off-put expression. The different sounds and smells were interesting enough, but the trees were borderline redundant. Barachiel wasn't sure if he liked it. Not that he felt very attached to anything. "Sleep... You sleep to see this place?" His face showed complete confusion then. "So you... There is a way out?" He glanced around. Though he had an air of disinterest, he was genuinely curious. "Why come here, of all places, when asleep?" His sudden burst of talkativeness was noticed, and he became quiet again.

Blueish eyes darkened when the others' amusement seemed fastened to his actions. The grey stag felt there was mockery about, and it displeased him smartly. His mood turned suddenly foul, Barachiel took a step to the left, turning away from the white stag and his weird words. The ex-archangel lowered his mouth to scratch at ugly scars. Then his head turned back to glare carefully at this Jack. "You do not believe that. 'Waste of time', you had said." Case in point, he was catching onto this one's cynicism, not too different from his own. "Why do these others like it here? Were they not taken from-" His jaw worked when he tried to think of a word. "Their 'homes'?"