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Hmm, I'm caught between Xeph being jealous or grateful but weary. He is still a demon free after all, he's bound to wanna break Lai a lil more here and there. I want there to be more confrontations too. I have a few ideas for that. Will reply later :3
He didn't respond, there was no need for a response. Instead, he just let a lazy smile play onto his lips as the Angel spoke, keeping it until the door was shut in his face. Slowly, he unclenched his fist and flexed his sore fingers, watching his claws retract back. Gathering his thoughts, he restrained himself from the urge of ripping the fragile slab of wood off it's hinges. Turning away after a good minute and calmly retreating back down the hallway. There was much to do still; boxes to be unpacked, goods to be sorted and distributed and stews to be supervised in the making off. Not to mention, he had to make sure their guests were comfortable during their stay.
Half an hour later brought about the rapping of small hands against wood. A young messenger sent to summon the guests for supper time, with a very special 'present' for the guest stationed at the end of the hall.
A wax sealed hand crafted envelope made of starchy pulp and creased with much thought. It was handed to Laisander with wondering eyes and not a word before the little messenger went off after reminding him once more that supper was ready; evidenced by all the other inhabitants of the rooms down the corridor stirring and getting ready to leave their rooms.
Inside the envelope, as most envelopes would contain, was a letter with neat looping handwriting that read, with a hint of a lazy smile and abstract politeness,
Dear Guest,
After much thought and consideration,
I believe that my business here does not warrant your knowing, however,
for the duration of your stay here,
should you dare create a scene,
raise your weapons on holy ground
or lay but a single feather on any one of the children,
I will kill you.
Rest the night and be gone by the morrow,
Peace be with you,
Father Xephos.
From within the envelope, out rolled out a single silver bullet, bouncing on the floor until it came to a rest by his foot, the surface that faced up gleaming with the engraved name, Laisander. A rather ominous warning that the demon meant business.
Stew poured generously from the ladle, sloshing into their wooden bowls. It's mouth watering aroma filling up the chapel and inviting in all who were near to fine near the roaring fireplace that they had painstakingly installed during the early times, when parts were even scarcer and coal and dead wood was a plenty. The church had been as much as a shelter then as it was now, having weathered out the years.
"I do hope you will not mind if we say grace before our meals." He clasped his hands together in prayer and closed his eyes, offering his prayer. The children seated along the steps reciting with him, "
Father, we thank thee for this food, For health and strength and all things good. May others all these blessings share, And hearts be grateful everywhere. Amen."
He opened his eyes just to see their newest guest enter the room, to which he smiled and offered up a bowl of warm stew and vegetables to him, "Did you enjoy your rest, my son?" He asked loudly, holding out the bowl openly to him infront of everyone. The fire making the shadows dance behind him, beckoning to Laisander as all eyes turned to the exchange between the priest and traveler, unable to see beyond that.
Half an hour later brought about the rapping of small hands against wood. A young messenger sent to summon the guests for supper time, with a very special 'present' for the guest stationed at the end of the hall.
A wax sealed hand crafted envelope made of starchy pulp and creased with much thought. It was handed to Laisander with wondering eyes and not a word before the little messenger went off after reminding him once more that supper was ready; evidenced by all the other inhabitants of the rooms down the corridor stirring and getting ready to leave their rooms.
Inside the envelope, as most envelopes would contain, was a letter with neat looping handwriting that read, with a hint of a lazy smile and abstract politeness,
Dear Guest,
After much thought and consideration,
I believe that my business here does not warrant your knowing, however,
for the duration of your stay here,
should you dare create a scene,
raise your weapons on holy ground
or lay but a single feather on any one of the children,
I will kill you.
Rest the night and be gone by the morrow,
Peace be with you,
Father Xephos.
From within the envelope, out rolled out a single silver bullet, bouncing on the floor until it came to a rest by his foot, the surface that faced up gleaming with the engraved name, Laisander. A rather ominous warning that the demon meant business.
Stew poured generously from the ladle, sloshing into their wooden bowls. It's mouth watering aroma filling up the chapel and inviting in all who were near to fine near the roaring fireplace that they had painstakingly installed during the early times, when parts were even scarcer and coal and dead wood was a plenty. The church had been as much as a shelter then as it was now, having weathered out the years.
"I do hope you will not mind if we say grace before our meals." He clasped his hands together in prayer and closed his eyes, offering his prayer. The children seated along the steps reciting with him, "
Father, we thank thee for this food, For health and strength and all things good. May others all these blessings share, And hearts be grateful everywhere. Amen."
He opened his eyes just to see their newest guest enter the room, to which he smiled and offered up a bowl of warm stew and vegetables to him, "Did you enjoy your rest, my son?" He asked loudly, holding out the bowl openly to him infront of everyone. The fire making the shadows dance behind him, beckoning to Laisander as all eyes turned to the exchange between the priest and traveler, unable to see beyond that.
Spider legs experiment is due for termination
He gestured to the walking aid, "Lean your weight on that, be reminded that you will be removed if you misbehave around the other subjects. This will become routine for you, everyday, I will escort you from your room to the canteen, then to what you can call the recreation room for your exercises. We'll be testing your physicality and administering some physical therapy to help you recover from your long nap. We encourage you to interact with the other subjects, but any inappropriate behavior will result in a lockdown. I trust you both will behave." He said, pushing the four legged walker towards the subject.
There was practically a whole separate wing dedicated to the needs of the subjects. It was almost like a luxury dormitory to be honest or perhaps like a morgue with all the still slumbering patients. The smell of anesthetic, the long hallways that they treaded down. The suit squeaking with each step much to his annoyance, as he slowly waited for Adam to follow.
The canteen was none too different from a prison cafeteria. The food was already pre-made, leaving little to choice. The tables and chairs were bolted down to the ground and the cutlery consisted of plastic spoons that matched the plastic covered trays of food stacked along the table. It was really a militarized dining room without any of the atmosphere. Luca gestured to a tray, "You have 30 minutes to eat." He said, already inching his way back to the door, that too was automated via a key card. So far, he was the first to use it apparently. Were the others having trouble with their patients? He felt bad that it made a smirk tug at his lips.
He stared at her. Silent when she complied and removed her helmet, no more relaxed than he was previously. Noiselessly, he slid off the bed and shuffled towards her, head bowed and hunched over. Peeking past his lashes, he caught her gaze briefly, then turned to look at the empty corner she had signaled at. Perhaps he wasn't the only one who was mad here.
"Where are we going now?" He asked, standing behind her. Experimentally, he swiped his hand up as if he was to hit her, then paused.
Its not unlike the 1987 experiments, but the project was shut down before any research could be conducted on it. Similar anomalies have occurred in previous projects, do you remember, project RS-19? It was the closest we ever got...before the project was terminated, off course."
"Isolate the entity, we don't want a repeat incident...and...study it. See if you can replicate it. It may be of use."
There was practically a whole separate wing dedicated to the needs of the subjects. It was almost like a luxury dormitory to be honest or perhaps like a morgue with all the still slumbering patients. The smell of anesthetic, the long hallways that they treaded down. The suit squeaking with each step much to his annoyance, as he slowly waited for Adam to follow.
The canteen was none too different from a prison cafeteria. The food was already pre-made, leaving little to choice. The tables and chairs were bolted down to the ground and the cutlery consisted of plastic spoons that matched the plastic covered trays of food stacked along the table. It was really a militarized dining room without any of the atmosphere. Luca gestured to a tray, "You have 30 minutes to eat." He said, already inching his way back to the door, that too was automated via a key card. So far, he was the first to use it apparently. Were the others having trouble with their patients? He felt bad that it made a smirk tug at his lips.
He stared at her. Silent when she complied and removed her helmet, no more relaxed than he was previously. Noiselessly, he slid off the bed and shuffled towards her, head bowed and hunched over. Peeking past his lashes, he caught her gaze briefly, then turned to look at the empty corner she had signaled at. Perhaps he wasn't the only one who was mad here.
"Where are we going now?" He asked, standing behind her. Experimentally, he swiped his hand up as if he was to hit her, then paused.
Its not unlike the 1987 experiments, but the project was shut down before any research could be conducted on it. Similar anomalies have occurred in previous projects, do you remember, project RS-19? It was the closest we ever got...before the project was terminated, off course."
"Isolate the entity, we don't want a repeat incident...and...study it. See if you can replicate it. It may be of use."
It stirs a little inside of him, rears it's head and stares before he subdues it once more. Clamping a hand over it's eyes, he strokes it's head back down into submission, but one could only keep a beast in the dark so long before it grows tired of sleeping. As it had been so long, since the creature had gotten to satisfy the burning hunger in it's belly. So long since it has had such a tempting trophy prey, flaunting it's prized hide right in front of him. Unfortunately, the predator wasn't about to be overtaken by instinct and the hunter had long hung up his gun.
Lifting his head, he catches the man's gaze for the briefest of moments as he bends down to lift several of his own boxes, the corners of his lips tugging up into a tight lipped smile. Painfully sincere, yet ironically unrevealing; like the terse politeness of strangers passing each other in the street. The moment is brief and perhaps only Xephos notices it, but they're both left with their own thoughts as they part. His feet carrying him automatically towards the makeshift kitchen they had set up in the back room.
"Has the stove burned itself out again?" He asked the pair of legs bent down next to the old iron stove, the upper half of a torso swallowed up by the large cavity in the stove's side. Sounds of the inner mechanisms being tinkered with; gears grinding and liquid rushing through lead pipes like gritty music to his ears. A loud tap of the wrench against the side of the clunky iron stove answered him as a soot blackened arm loomed out of the depth of the machine.
"I think we've gotten in some new parts, but most of them were on pre-request."
Clunk Came the reply, another heavy tap of the wrench.
"Well, I'm sure there'll still be a few parts left over to scavenge, I'm sure we'll find something for the stove by tonight."
Clunk Clunk
"Then it'll be soup tonight. We have a rather large number of guests..but The fireplace will have to do. We still have that big pot in the storage don't we?"
Clunk.......Clunk Clunk Clunk
"I'll send Javier out to scavenge for parts. Speak of the lamb, and here he comes running." He exclaimed as the boy in question came skidding into the kitchen. Winded, he reached up and tugged the taller's sleeve, much to the man's amusement.
"Father, Father! The new traveller!" He exclaimed with the utmost urgency and Xephos felt ice run through his veins and his gaze is suddenly more inquiring and his lips press together in a thin line before the boy finishes his sentences, "He says he's stronger than you, Father! And he's lifting up the boxes like they're pillows! All three at once! That's as much as you can lift, Father! Is it true? Is the traveller stronger than you?"
The tension left him in a rush, though some resided within the cracks of his temperament. Kneeling down, he gently reprimanded the boy, "Don't bother our guests, he's probably strong because he eats his vegetables unlike you. Perhaps if you do the same, you'd be as strong as me one day. Now come, go help Melanie with dinner, the stove's broken so get the big pot from the storage and use the fireplace, like I showed you, with the liquid coal."
Sending the boy off, he decided it was time to show their weary travelers to their rooms for the night. Fingering his cross cufflink, he took a deep breath unnoticed by their mechanic who was too lost in the world of wires and gears to notice his initial apprehension.
"We are truly grateful for your help." He began, approaching their newest guest, clapping his hands together, "May I show you to your room for the night?" Before an answer could be given he turned around to address the other merchants who were eager to set down their loads and follow him to their lodgings.
"Dinner will be prepared a little late tonight, I apologize for the inconvenience. Now, we often have lights off by nine. You may move about freely after hours, however, we discourage gatherings and leaving the north wing for the sake of the children, their safety and their sleep. The lavatories are located at the end of the hall, I trust you will behave yourselves." He instructed smoothly, watching the men disperse whilst he was still talking. He wasn't too bothered. People had the inane sense to behave themselves as not only a guest, but as a guest in the house of god. Very few misconducts could slip past him as well.
Strolling down the narrow hallway, the little group becoming smaller and smaller the farther they went, until all had found their rooms, but one. He had only expected as much. Turning on his heel, he flashed another polite smile, palms upturned and open, "Allow me to show you personally to your room, child. You have been of great help to us today and made quite a spectacle of yourself among the young ones. They do not usually fawn over our guests as they did you..."
With that he turned on his heel, back to the man as he led him further down the hallway, right to the door at the end, farthest away from the occupied room and the main hall of the church.
Lifting his head, he catches the man's gaze for the briefest of moments as he bends down to lift several of his own boxes, the corners of his lips tugging up into a tight lipped smile. Painfully sincere, yet ironically unrevealing; like the terse politeness of strangers passing each other in the street. The moment is brief and perhaps only Xephos notices it, but they're both left with their own thoughts as they part. His feet carrying him automatically towards the makeshift kitchen they had set up in the back room.
"Has the stove burned itself out again?" He asked the pair of legs bent down next to the old iron stove, the upper half of a torso swallowed up by the large cavity in the stove's side. Sounds of the inner mechanisms being tinkered with; gears grinding and liquid rushing through lead pipes like gritty music to his ears. A loud tap of the wrench against the side of the clunky iron stove answered him as a soot blackened arm loomed out of the depth of the machine.
"I think we've gotten in some new parts, but most of them were on pre-request."
Clunk Came the reply, another heavy tap of the wrench.
"Well, I'm sure there'll still be a few parts left over to scavenge, I'm sure we'll find something for the stove by tonight."
Clunk Clunk
"Then it'll be soup tonight. We have a rather large number of guests..but The fireplace will have to do. We still have that big pot in the storage don't we?"
Clunk.......Clunk Clunk Clunk
"I'll send Javier out to scavenge for parts. Speak of the lamb, and here he comes running." He exclaimed as the boy in question came skidding into the kitchen. Winded, he reached up and tugged the taller's sleeve, much to the man's amusement.
"Father, Father! The new traveller!" He exclaimed with the utmost urgency and Xephos felt ice run through his veins and his gaze is suddenly more inquiring and his lips press together in a thin line before the boy finishes his sentences, "He says he's stronger than you, Father! And he's lifting up the boxes like they're pillows! All three at once! That's as much as you can lift, Father! Is it true? Is the traveller stronger than you?"
The tension left him in a rush, though some resided within the cracks of his temperament. Kneeling down, he gently reprimanded the boy, "Don't bother our guests, he's probably strong because he eats his vegetables unlike you. Perhaps if you do the same, you'd be as strong as me one day. Now come, go help Melanie with dinner, the stove's broken so get the big pot from the storage and use the fireplace, like I showed you, with the liquid coal."
Sending the boy off, he decided it was time to show their weary travelers to their rooms for the night. Fingering his cross cufflink, he took a deep breath unnoticed by their mechanic who was too lost in the world of wires and gears to notice his initial apprehension.
"We are truly grateful for your help." He began, approaching their newest guest, clapping his hands together, "May I show you to your room for the night?" Before an answer could be given he turned around to address the other merchants who were eager to set down their loads and follow him to their lodgings.
"Dinner will be prepared a little late tonight, I apologize for the inconvenience. Now, we often have lights off by nine. You may move about freely after hours, however, we discourage gatherings and leaving the north wing for the sake of the children, their safety and their sleep. The lavatories are located at the end of the hall, I trust you will behave yourselves." He instructed smoothly, watching the men disperse whilst he was still talking. He wasn't too bothered. People had the inane sense to behave themselves as not only a guest, but as a guest in the house of god. Very few misconducts could slip past him as well.
Strolling down the narrow hallway, the little group becoming smaller and smaller the farther they went, until all had found their rooms, but one. He had only expected as much. Turning on his heel, he flashed another polite smile, palms upturned and open, "Allow me to show you personally to your room, child. You have been of great help to us today and made quite a spectacle of yourself among the young ones. They do not usually fawn over our guests as they did you..."
With that he turned on his heel, back to the man as he led him further down the hallway, right to the door at the end, farthest away from the occupied room and the main hall of the church.
No big new yet, but it went down due To technical issues, I'm guessing. Not the first time, but hoping that it's the last.
Well that as a fun break. This is far from dead if anyoneMs checking.
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Have some ideas, but willing to brainstorm something fresh, pm me.
Have some ideas, but willing to brainstorm something fresh, pm me.
Well, sorry if I wanna rush into the conflict a little. :3
Does he miss the battle? Of course. It's in his blood, in the blood of those around him, it calls and threatens and whines, but it never begs because that's not what war is about. He begs. That's how he knows that for the most part, it has left him to slink away into some dark corner where it snaps and growls, trying to intimidate or lure him back with it's siren sweet voice, but he puts it aside for the gentler call of the children as they bombard him, as children do, with question after question, interrupting the story ever so often, earning his laughter, "Not so loud now, we still have people coming to pray. Actually, I shouldn't even be telling you a story before your daily prayers."
"Noooo...." The loud whines of impatient young ones filled the great hall, before he quieted them down. Having to stifle his own quiet laughter from disturbing the church goers. Their numbers usually increased after a Siren, the many people coming to thank The Lord that they hadn't been affected by the battle and pray for further protection and secretly, under their breaths, ask for the impossible end to this. He could get so philosophical about it and he had a thousand times over before that it wasn't even fun to try anymore, so he turned his attention back to his less priestly duties.
"Alright, alright, calm down." He murmured, continuing the story to calm them down, trying to be clever with the questions that were shot at him. Having to stop and think every now and then, having to come up with something to satisfy the children's curiosity. Eventually a merchant came in, interrupting their little story session. Sending the children off, he stood and straightened his clothing, heading straight for the man.
It was much harder to tell the wealthy apart from the middle class and poor nowadays, mostly because everyone was considered middle class at this point, but the people who liked to think themselves higher often had that sort of stance. They held their head higher and puffed out their chests more, kept their feet together and always had their hands out. To Xephos, they were silly signs, false shows of strength, like a venom-less cobra puffing up it's hood or a black and yellow beetle. They always seemed so dangerous when they were so easily crushable, crunching nicely under one's foot as if they were made to be stomped on.
"Father, I was told that you were accepting travelers for the night?"
"That is correct, we welcome any weary folk wishing to stay the night as long as they do not mind staying for a small fee."
"I am willing to give but some food for a night's stay, we do not wish to venture out into battle scarred ground."
"That is a generous offer, but that is a trade product. Merely, we ask that you lend a little labour into helping us distribute our rations, we have yet to properly achieve an efficient distribution line, you see."
"Very well, Father. If that is all you require for a night's rest."
The man bowed to him or rather stooped down slightly as if trying to mimic a bow, but failing spectacularly at doing so. He nodded and sent the man off anyway, turning to find eight pairs of eyes staring up at him expectantly. Their little feet tapping impatiently, fidgeting where they stood while they tried to remain quiet waiting for him to finish up and get back to the story. He supposed that he should reward them for their obedience. Much to their misfortune, someone else rushed up, calling for the priest's attention.
"Father," An inquisitive pig tailed girl, nearly a young maiden at this point, called him. Earning another soft groan from the children as they dispersed, intuitively knowing they weren't going to get their story time any time soon, "There is a young man standing by the door, I believe he wishes to talk to you. He has been looking in quite a while."
Glancing at the doors, he caught him. The young man, goggles obscuring part of his face, scrutinizing the interior of the great hall as if looking for some flaw in the marble, of which there were many. His head lifted too high to be bowed down in prayer and too low to be gazing up at the mosaic windows; the dying light of the sun filtering in to play across the colored glass depicting the Virgin Marry clasping a rosary, dousing the church in a spectrum of light. If he wasn't staring up there, then he didn't know why the boy was there.
"Perhaps he is seeking a night's rest, you may invite him in if you wish. They all are hesitant at times to seek help from the Lord's house." He waved her off to help the boy, watching her skip over the same way she would skip when she was younger. Soon, he believed, he should urge her to mingle with the townsfolk and build herself a proper home within the town. As much as he loved having innocent smiling faces around to brighten the area, he felt guilty having them so attached to him to play with the other children of the town. Perhaps he sheltered them too much...his thoughts dancing around his mind, he returned to helping unpack the boxes.
"Excuse me, Sir, but are you here to spend the night?"
"Noooo...." The loud whines of impatient young ones filled the great hall, before he quieted them down. Having to stifle his own quiet laughter from disturbing the church goers. Their numbers usually increased after a Siren, the many people coming to thank The Lord that they hadn't been affected by the battle and pray for further protection and secretly, under their breaths, ask for the impossible end to this. He could get so philosophical about it and he had a thousand times over before that it wasn't even fun to try anymore, so he turned his attention back to his less priestly duties.
"Alright, alright, calm down." He murmured, continuing the story to calm them down, trying to be clever with the questions that were shot at him. Having to stop and think every now and then, having to come up with something to satisfy the children's curiosity. Eventually a merchant came in, interrupting their little story session. Sending the children off, he stood and straightened his clothing, heading straight for the man.
It was much harder to tell the wealthy apart from the middle class and poor nowadays, mostly because everyone was considered middle class at this point, but the people who liked to think themselves higher often had that sort of stance. They held their head higher and puffed out their chests more, kept their feet together and always had their hands out. To Xephos, they were silly signs, false shows of strength, like a venom-less cobra puffing up it's hood or a black and yellow beetle. They always seemed so dangerous when they were so easily crushable, crunching nicely under one's foot as if they were made to be stomped on.
"Father, I was told that you were accepting travelers for the night?"
"That is correct, we welcome any weary folk wishing to stay the night as long as they do not mind staying for a small fee."
"I am willing to give but some food for a night's stay, we do not wish to venture out into battle scarred ground."
"That is a generous offer, but that is a trade product. Merely, we ask that you lend a little labour into helping us distribute our rations, we have yet to properly achieve an efficient distribution line, you see."
"Very well, Father. If that is all you require for a night's rest."
The man bowed to him or rather stooped down slightly as if trying to mimic a bow, but failing spectacularly at doing so. He nodded and sent the man off anyway, turning to find eight pairs of eyes staring up at him expectantly. Their little feet tapping impatiently, fidgeting where they stood while they tried to remain quiet waiting for him to finish up and get back to the story. He supposed that he should reward them for their obedience. Much to their misfortune, someone else rushed up, calling for the priest's attention.
"Father," An inquisitive pig tailed girl, nearly a young maiden at this point, called him. Earning another soft groan from the children as they dispersed, intuitively knowing they weren't going to get their story time any time soon, "There is a young man standing by the door, I believe he wishes to talk to you. He has been looking in quite a while."
Glancing at the doors, he caught him. The young man, goggles obscuring part of his face, scrutinizing the interior of the great hall as if looking for some flaw in the marble, of which there were many. His head lifted too high to be bowed down in prayer and too low to be gazing up at the mosaic windows; the dying light of the sun filtering in to play across the colored glass depicting the Virgin Marry clasping a rosary, dousing the church in a spectrum of light. If he wasn't staring up there, then he didn't know why the boy was there.
"Perhaps he is seeking a night's rest, you may invite him in if you wish. They all are hesitant at times to seek help from the Lord's house." He waved her off to help the boy, watching her skip over the same way she would skip when she was younger. Soon, he believed, he should urge her to mingle with the townsfolk and build herself a proper home within the town. As much as he loved having innocent smiling faces around to brighten the area, he felt guilty having them so attached to him to play with the other children of the town. Perhaps he sheltered them too much...his thoughts dancing around his mind, he returned to helping unpack the boxes.
"Excuse me, Sir, but are you here to spend the night?"
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