I'll bury a bible in these halls, I'll bury a black cat between the walls
Characters: Yuca Collabell (neverquitedies), Johannes Cabal (soulcontracts)
When: The morning after this
Where: Starting at the Cabal house- migrating?
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Yuca hits up the other Cabal brother for information on destroying a soul. Johannes is curious about Yuca's research. Evil mad scientist things happen.
Out late with Horst the previous night- but that hardly mattered. Yuca hadn't slept, he hadn't needed to (no, that wasn't right- he did, but it didn't affect him as much). So, when he made the trudge up toward the Cabal household the next morning- early enough to be called morning, late enough to have allowed Johannes to wake up if he wasn't a morning person- Yuca was running on fumes. It had been days- almost a week since he last slept, for all that he showed it. The only inkling that anything was wrong at all were the soft streak of darkness under his eyes, the little way his shoulders sagged when he stopped for a breath.
But that all was irrelevant. Johannes Cabal. Yuca had interacted with him once in the past, and it had gone poorly, but- but he couldn't let the opportunity pass him by. He'd taken the knowledge he had of the man, used it, and had managed to get things to turn out for the better this time. At least, enough to warrant a meeting. Which was good enough for him.
Slowly, he raises a hand and knocks on the door. Having shed his priest attire (somehow, he doubted that Johannes would appreciate his 'spirituality'), Yuca was wearing simple clothes, a little bag slung over his shoulder. All in all, hardly imposing.
When: The morning after this
Where: Starting at the Cabal house- migrating?
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Yuca hits up the other Cabal brother for information on destroying a soul. Johannes is curious about Yuca's research. Evil mad scientist things happen.
Out late with Horst the previous night- but that hardly mattered. Yuca hadn't slept, he hadn't needed to (no, that wasn't right- he did, but it didn't affect him as much). So, when he made the trudge up toward the Cabal household the next morning- early enough to be called morning, late enough to have allowed Johannes to wake up if he wasn't a morning person- Yuca was running on fumes. It had been days- almost a week since he last slept, for all that he showed it. The only inkling that anything was wrong at all were the soft streak of darkness under his eyes, the little way his shoulders sagged when he stopped for a breath.
But that all was irrelevant. Johannes Cabal. Yuca had interacted with him once in the past, and it had gone poorly, but- but he couldn't let the opportunity pass him by. He'd taken the knowledge he had of the man, used it, and had managed to get things to turn out for the better this time. At least, enough to warrant a meeting. Which was good enough for him.
Slowly, he raises a hand and knocks on the door. Having shed his priest attire (somehow, he doubted that Johannes would appreciate his 'spirituality'), Yuca was wearing simple clothes, a little bag slung over his shoulder. All in all, hardly imposing.