Empty hallowed ground -> [OPEN LOG]

[wafflewood]

Who: Gopher, anyone
Where: Basilica di Santa Maria Gloriosa dei Frari
When: Backdated to Thursday
Summary: Gopher is having attachment issues.
Rating: PG-15, language and minor violence

Comments

and by "after lunch" i obviously mean "after dinner".

[clowninmyhead]

Justin was drawn by some invisible force, or maybe the mental guiding of the Clown (aware of the presence of someone familiar in the city), or maybe simply that odd sort of instinct that always unerringly directs him eventually to churches. Whatever it was, there is now a guillotine-priest standing silently in the west entryway, studying the interior of the church.

and now I'm not going to finish any work tonight at all

[wafflewood]

If Gopher had any sort of soul perception at all, he would have been able to sense Justin's clown-infested presence in the church. But alas, he does not have that ability. Unaware of the another person inside the basilica, Gopher takes a sip of tea and continues to stare at the windows.

<3

[clowninmyhead]

Being in a church isn't helping Justin calm down, the clown twitching and laughing and tracing patterns on the inside of his skull and it would hurt if he had the thoughts to focus on the pain. But he doesn't, so he keeps his smile and laughter and killing intent bottled down to just a faint smirk, and approaches Gopher, still studying the decorations.

He recognizes none of the figures. This is a church dedicated to a different religion than any he has seen

Judas... you betray the Son of Man with a kiss?

ah. That makes sense.

Odd that a religion based on the suffering of a god would build such temples.

"... Gopher."

i will fail of my classes and forced to join the military because of you

[wafflewood]

In a moment of comical relief, Gopher jumps into the air, clearly startled by the intruder. A loud "Shit!" can be heard directly followed by the sound of a teacup smashing and ow burning hot liquid on my shirt -

...

...

...

He swerves around, his face confronted with so much hate and anger - and then his eyes widen with recognition.

"... you." The tone is accusing.

Goddamn priest.

Justin didn't look tired or sickly either. Somebody got their clown back, it seems.

<3 <3 <3

[clowninmyhead]

The smirk widens at Gopher's flailing.

"Me." He's obviously amused, and yes, obviously in better shape (or just ignoring it, the part of his mind that screams "you're falling apart, Justin, you're falling apart" shut down by the madness) than he'd been in in Facility 1.

"And apparently, you as well."

and after I get kicked out of the army due to my fragile constitution I'll end up being a prostitute

[wafflewood]

"Why must you sneak up on me like that??!" An annoyed cry and epic pouting maneuver #5.

Gopher tries to shake out some of the tea from his clothing because there is no way in hell he's going to actually undress in front of the priest. It really bothers him did he didn't even sense Justin's presence. How dull have his senses become in staying at the facility for only a few weeks?

"What are you doing here anyway?"

Did you do your homework?

[clowninmyhead]

"Exploring." Obviously.

"Is Noah here?"

What is homework?

[wafflewood]

His expression darkens. "No. I..."

...think he left the facility. And Gopher's about vocalize that thought, until he unconsciously realized that this Justin would not care. (Actually, he doubted the other Justin would care either.)

He looks away. "Found anyone to crucify yet?"

A mythical beast

[clowninmyhead]

"Crucifixion is so messy."

He slipped into a pew, taking a seat, only dimly and distantly aware that he was exhausted, that he couldn't go for as long as he wanted to without slipping and shaking. Like the part of his mind that said he was hungry, the exhaustion could be ignored, pushed out of the way by better and stronger things, the pulsing insanity-high of the Clown's presence.

Everything was sharp and bright and moving too quickly too slowly too much too much too littlemucheverythingallaroundhimcolorsandnoiseandpeopleandthingsalltheeverythingbrightandshiningandflickeringcatchitstopitstopitstopitstopitSTOP.

He blinked, pulling himself back to awareness, and glanced at Gopher.

"Is Noah here?" He didn't really care - Asura was here, god was here - but Gopher hadn't answered his question.

Let us valiantly search for it in the mountains!

[wafflewood]

"I already said no," he snapped, feeling unexplainable irritated at the smile on Justin's face, "He's not here. So you'll have to find Asura yourself."

'It was a traditional mode of execution before Weapons.'

'Dying slowly and painfully is the point of crucifixion.'

"And I thought you liked a lot of blood and to flaunt your ever-vacillating religion in the face of your opponents."

You have fun with that. Imma stay here in pretendyfuntimesland

[clowninmyhead]

"I'm a guillotine, not a cross." He could understand the point of a slow, painful death, but he was not made to deliver it. Quick, painless, all executions equal, that was the purpose of a guillotine.

Snick goes the blade, blazing through skin and muscles and tendons and bones, thudding to a stop and heads roll, blinkblinkblinking up at the stars

didyouknowittakestimetodietheycanseeyouinthosefewsecondsminutesandthenthesoulbreaksloosebuttheycanseeyouaftertheydie

*SAILS OFF VAILANTLY ONLY TO NEVER RETURN*

[wafflewood]

"Hmph. Then it's a shame this trip wasn't to the country that invented the guillotine." His waves a hand, gesturing to the interior of the church. "There are crosses everywhere. This city must be a place that practices the religion with the fellow from that movie."

*builds a memorial to*

[clowninmyhead]

"The guillotine has never been a religious icon, Gopher." The cross for Shinigami, the vajra for Asura. The guillotine was just a tool.

[wafflewood]

"... Whatever." The priest's smile was starting to piss him off just like it used to back in their world.

Gopher casts his gaze at the clown and his frown deepens. Stupid clown. Stupid menacing, oppressive aura.

"I've never seen you in your complete weapon form. ...it's probably idiotic looking," he grumbles under his breath before returning to conversation level, "How does one fight with a guillotine anyway? Or did you kill your meister before joining Noah-sama?"

Joining Noah-sama. What a laugh.

[clowninmyhead]

Justin's smirk widens then, and he stands back up.

"Would you like to see my full weapon form, Gopher?" His voice is calm, but there's the hint inside his tone, you want to see it, you want to see this, Gopher you know you're curious let me show you

...

[wafflewood]

Gopher doesn't like the tone of Justin's voice one damn bit. Though it wasn't outwardly stated, the priest was challenging him - and, well, Gopher was one to get easily riled up at any insult to his ego. He was no coward!

Caught somewhere between biting his upper lip and trying to sound mocking, "Yes actually, I would! Do it right now! Transform into your full form so I can laugh at how absurd it is!"