Briza

Beauty & The Beast: An Advanced Mature Werewolf Role Play (18+)

Father Seraphim nodded softly a bit as Sylvia spoke. His smile fading to a more serious face. It would seem odd to have two unknown men to randomly stay for a young woman. He closed his eyes and let out a sigh escape from his nose. It was part of the profession--something Aleksandr had not quite learned yet. With all the news coming out, priests (mostly Roman Catholic) were definitely untrusted. Him being a widower would not help the situation, and only God knew if Aleksandr would.

Nurse Gina walked into the room.

"Ah, you're awake and up dear, that's good. Now, unfortunately I couldn't get in contact with the number provided, but I'll try again in a little bit. Now my question is this, where will you stay until your healed?" She spoke sincerely to Sylvia who sighed on the bed.

"She can stay with us," Aleksandr unfolded his arms, "We go to the same Univerisity, Darcy," he paused thinking over what he said, "I mean, she has some other friend from work who also goes to Darcy. He might know her a bit better," he eyed Nurse Gina for any social queues before looking at Sylvia. It was ultimately her decision.

Father Seraphim turned his head to look at Aleksandr. This was the second time in the past twenty-four hours he actually did something remotely universally responsible. Of course, it was for the same reason and person--Sylvia. Out of the things to start getting under Father Seraphim's skin was his son's interest in Sylvia. It was not that he did not like Sylvia, he just did not trust Aleksandr and Sylvia together. He loved his son, and knew there were redeeming qualities in him. However, at times, they were hard to see. It were in these times, he felt like a failure of not just a father but a Christian.

Father Seraphim looked back to Sylvia, "There are some lovely women that go to our parish, Sts. Peter and Paul, who would love the company and would not mind looking after you," he interjected, "They're also wonderful cooks," he smiled jokingly, looking cautiously around the room.

Aleksandr forced a closed lip smile and nodded his head slowly to agree with his father. His father was technically right. The old women at the parish did know how to slave over the stove like a good traditionalist, "Don't cut yourself so short, father, it's not like you don't make the best Prosphora at Church," his voice was a little darker then complimentary.

Father Seraphim closed his eyes as he was not expecting any sort of compliment to come from Aleksandr's mouth. He opened his eyes, once again, and smiled at Aleksandr, "Thank you, Aleksy," he bowed his head slightly and only for a brief moment as he made his thanks and pardon to his son.

Both men turned their attention to Sylvia, simultaneously, cutting their conversation mutually awkward and short, as because if they were to continue words between each other it would have excluded everyone in the room. Aleksandr took a moment to look at the machinery, again, figuring the whole room attending to Sylvia may have been strange for her. He could smell her just fine from where he was standing, after all. @Arista

Beauty & The Beast: An Advanced Mature Werewolf Role Play (18+)

Aleksandr didn't smile as Sylvia spoke harshly to his father. He was tempted, however. He always had some strange angst towards his father and getting under my father's nerves was a bit difficult. However, this whole morning seemed to be one person after another getting on to his father's case for conflicting reasons.

All Father Seraphim wanted to do was help. His smile shifted a bit, but continued on his face. His own mother would have slapped him foolishly for speaking so lowly to an authoritative figure. But, alas, this was a different time and a different country. His very own son lacked discipline, and after a certain age, there was only so much guidance a parent could offer--a concept that Aleksandr understood and took full advantage.

To Aleksandr’s dismay, Father Seraphim was not about to lose his temper with someone he barely knew. Especially since she needed help, “We brought you here only to have your parents visit. Unfortunately, your father broke your ankle as both of your parents tried to kidnap you. Thank God, the hospital guards stopped them. They are now under the custody of the police. As both my son and I were worried about you, we stayed at the hospital over night to make sure you were properly cared for.”

Aleksandr drew in a breath, averting his eyes from Sylvia as his father persistently spoke gently to her. His eyes wandered the room, scanning the different machinery, trying to get his mind off of the monotonous routine of holiness his father exuded from himself. His eyes quit looking around the room and focused back on Sylvia. She had uncovered her legs, revealing that she was only wearing a hospital gown, which was quite a revealing scene. That was probably the most action his father had gotten in a decade. His father, of course, did not seem unnerved by Sylvia’s exposure—if he even noticed. His mind focused on himself, realizing he may have been the only one to notice her unconscious decision to show off her body. What a horribly, terribly sad life I live, he thought to himself. @Arista

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@Eisenhorn, hehe!

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Private First Class Esther Rose

Esther was humming the Agni Parthene chant to herself. She could not hear her own humming over the howling wind, but it kept her mind focused, nonetheless. The vibrations in her throat were sufficient. Her knees were propped, and she was taking steady breaths, making sure she could feel her heart pumping properly in her chest. A sound crackled through the roaring wind. Esther ceased her humming, and her body suddenly stiffened from the vibration with her skin tingling from an alertness. She quickly grabbed her hammer and stood up. As she got on her feet, her dazed eyes quickly narrowed in on a large fire shooting through the vacant, wintery sky. Her mouth fell slightly ajar, studying the information in front of her. As her lips touched each other, a small smile curled on their tips. She reached for her communications device and pulled it close to her face, "NO-36, this is P'ivate Fuhst Class Wose. There is an unidentified object falling th'ough the sky seve'al miles f'om the NO-36 post. Ovuh," she rested her hand carefully from her face, waiting for a response. Her eyes continued to watch as the object pierced through the wintery atmosphere.

It was a fallen ship, and it looked morbidly beautiful passing away--at least from Esther's view. She tilted her head, reminiscing her time in Evoria. Fireworks were quite a sensation in Evoria during holiday and festival times. As a child, she always made sure to be on her best behavior during such times so her parents would take her to see the fireworks when they did occur. Her body relaxed. There really was not much she could do for the fallen ship but hope it was the enemy's. She let out a breath, and this time, she didn't have to be good to see the fireworks in the sky.

Esther celebrated the small victory in her head as the fire sailed out of her eyesight. The sky became black and desolate, again. The howling of the wind became more apparent as the visual stimuli disappeared. Esther played the memory of the fallen ship over and over in her mind. It was the most exciting thing she had seen while stationed at NO-36. It was even more exciting than when their last medic went crazy. Her eyes scanned the sky once more. Her heart was fluttering lightly grasping onto what had just happened. She was searching for a trail of smoke, but the conditions were so damn wintery, there was nothing. A heavy weight of disappointment landed on her shoulders. Her head turned to look at her communication device. No one had responded, yet. She glared at the device, scoffing in her suit.

At least, she actually got to see it. Everyone else definitely missed one hell of a show, as short and sweet as it was. Her eyes darted back at the stark sky, studying the positions and angles she recollected seeing the ship fall. Hmmm... I wonder, she thought to herself. Her eyes narrowing as she shifted her weight onto her right leg.

Beauty & The Beast: An Advanced Mature Werewolf Role Play (18+)

Father Seraphim let out a small sigh and put his priestly smile on his face. It was a warm smile, but there was also something distant about it. Aleksandr resented the smile, but as the priest's son and right hand man, his father's behavior was annoyingly predictable after a while, "I'm please to meet you, Sylv. My son and I were on our way to Monday night vespers when you stumbled into the street. We nearly hit you. We thought you may have been having some seizure or something," his voice was calm, which also annoyed Aleksandr.

Aleksandr was trying his hardest to keep his composure, tightening his fists as he listened to his father use his homily voice. His father was over using the word "we" as if every action taken was a collective unit for both of them, "We brought you to the hospital...obviously," Aleksandr trailed off, unsure if he should bring up her parents being arrested or not. It might be a bit much to lay on her all at once. There was a part of him that really wanted to just get it over with--she could handle it. He remembered the way she spoke to him when they first met, but another part of him wanted to be gentle to her. She had after all been through a lot.

Aleksandr glanced at his father, wondering if any more words would be spoken about last night. @Arista

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@Nevix@Pirouette, Awwwh shucks. Thank you for the concern, but it was a voluntary meeting. :)

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The second part of Digimon Tri Season was released yesterday! I haven't watched it, yet--but after I get out of this meeting, that's my plan.