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Night 58: Chapel

Sep 13, 2011 01:14

[from here]The room he walked into was larger than he'd expected, but it wasn't hard to guess its purpose, not with the very deliberate arrangement of long red pews. A chapel. Stefan's grip on his knife still didn't relax as he wandered further inside. He'd been in a few churches in his time - what faith in God he'd possessed as a child had ( Read more... )

mikado, trickster, claude, stefan, daemon, kurogane, izaya, rose (tvd), castiel, rapunzel

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contentincloset September 15 2011, 01:49:01 UTC

[from here]

He had just entered the Chapel when two things came to his attention. The first, and hardest to ignore, was the smell of the place. An overpowering scent of blood flew into his nostrils and caused the ninja to snort with disgust. As much as he was used to the smell as a warrior, it was not one he enjoyed in such strong doses.

Dealing with the cause had to wait, however, when the second issue had his fishing out the Radio from his cloak. He listened to the panting, then to the angered tone of Marc as he claimed that the man Kurogane was searching for was, of all things, sleeping. The ninja ground the backs of his teeth as he focused on the furthered words. He caught the indication that Marc was in town, but found nothing more to be of use other than Marc's continued resolve. If he was trying to seek out patients himself, then the chances of Kurogane or one of the others reaching Landel were better. Slightly ( ... )

contentincloset September 15 2011, 23:53:58 UTC

As he continued down the main aisle and passed by each of the pews, the scent of the blood strengthened and drew his attention ahead. He saw the pulpit first, then heard the sounds of splashing water as his eyes found their way over to an entirely different fixture. At first he thought it was a statue, sporting a demonic appearance, but with more steps he realized that the piece was part of a fountain. One that, judging by the scent, was pouring out something very different from water.

Should've known, he thought as he reached the fountain and peered over at the red liquid. A fountain of blood, pooling around a stone carved demon. That was something he could have expected in this place. Landel may not have been there anymore, but his tastes unfortunately still lingered ( ... )

contentincloset September 16 2011, 03:18:58 UTC

After the echo of his demand died down, the only response that met him was the continued trickling of the fountain. He still felt nothing in terms of either blood-lust or a presence within the room, and aside from the flowing blood, no movement was to be had. When his patience finally wore out, he snorted once again from frustration and, turning back, gave the nearest pew edge a swift kick as he started back to the door. One of the deteriorating hymnals crashed to the floor in his wake.

He hadn't expected much of the place. It was only one place that Landel had appeared, and that had been before Kurogane had arrived. Still, he had wanted to get something from his trip other than wanting a monster to come at him so he could wipe the floor with it. He didn't need to take out his frustrations, he just wanted to make some progress for a change.

The Chapel door was given about the same treatment as the front row pew as Kurogane kicked it away to head back into the hallway.

[returning here]

contentincloset September 16 2011, 03:38:37 UTC

[and back]

As he entered a second time, Kurogane's caution by stealth had been thrown to the wind. He stormed in and made sure to slam the door tight behind him as he demanded far more forcefully, "Get your ass out here before I tear this whole damn place to pieces!"

He may not have had anything that Aguilar had requested in terms of information, but he had more than a few choice words for whomever this "Major Harrington" of the announcement was supposed to be. Even threatening an underling would have been more than he had managed in night's past and, if he was lucky, or else intensely persuasive, he could get some information out of the person.

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loyalrose September 20 2011, 04:08:29 UTC

[Coming from here.]

Rose slipped into the dark chapel, hearing voices. She clicked off her flashlight almost immediately, not wanting to be seen, especially not by other patients, not when she was here for the reasons she was. Still able to see somewhat in the dark, she laid her finger over Elena's lips to silence her, knowing the human girl's vision was more limited then her own. If they weren't alone here, however, it presented something of a conundrum.

She turned her head, leaning close so her lips brushed Elena's ear, her words so softly whispered that the girl beside her would be the only one able to hear them. "We're not alone in here, which isn't good for keeping secrets. Would you rather wait here by the door or hold on to me? I can still see in the dark, but I know its more difficult for you."

lookslikeher September 24 2011, 04:33:30 UTC

Elena followed suit, shutting off her flashlight and holding it down close to her side. She blinked into the darkness, squinted, and yes, she was absolutely relying on Rose as a guide at this point. She stayed perfectly still as she talked, still desperately trying to see around the Chapel from where they stood ( ... )

loyalrose September 25 2011, 00:13:58 UTC

"I'll be quick ( ... )

damned_soldiers September 30 2011, 03:46:37 UTC

Oh, another set of visitors. Females, this time, which was a charming development when one considered his last. Unlike Kurogane, they kept to their own business and did not call him out. Unless they had business with him, he was more than willing to let them be. Claude, therefore, stayed lounging in his pew, languidly staring at the ceiling.

Despite his vision fixed elsewhere, he could tell one had gone to the fountain for some "personal" time. A number of thoughts popped into mind, but Claude refused to comment aloud. He was perfectly content as he was.

They seemed done, though. Here, the soldier waited to see the pair's next actions.

affictitious September 21 2011, 06:08:35 UTC

[From here.]

Oh, great. There was already a crowd. At least the place was big enough to be an observer and still be pretty incognito. That was something.

However, from what his paltry little light could illuminate, there wasn't much in here to stick around for. There were voices and there was a Harrington - the voices proved that, hippee kiyay - but if it was just going to be a bitching argument, it wasn't going to provide any clues. Like him, a couple of women (not bad, if he said so himself) were having the same idea he was.

"Stay behind me," was his only message to Michael. He didn't have time to realize what he'd just said, but either way he shouldered it off as a mere precaution.

poorexample September 21 2011, 16:34:25 UTC

Michael couldn't help trying to figure out which members of the Scooby Gang he and his brother would be. In the end, none of it really fit, but it was one way to distract himself from their utterly bizarre situation. The chapel was a place that he felt like he'd been a number of times with a number of people, but in the end he focused on the conversation he'd had with Matt here. That was the reality. His mind was still plagued with a vision, though -- one where he'd been here with a man who went by a title rather than a name (the Doctor) and they'd both been faced with shadows ( ... )

damned_soldiers September 22 2011, 21:21:47 UTC

Wonderful, more visitors. Furthermore, none of them were those he actually wanted to converse with. Guess the two mission failures were chickening out. A pity, as he had hoped for a decent audience tonight.

Like with the females, Claude remained in his seat, eyes tilting momentarily to consider the two men.

affictitious September 24 2011, 07:23:49 UTC

Annnnd now the attention was on them. Well, no need to be shy about anything.

Boy, was that blood smell ever distracting. Gabriel imagined vampires would have orgasmed over the thought of this place. Not that he'd spent a lot of time around vampires, thank - you know. They were so depressing.

"You probably can't." He started his way down the aisle that cut through the pews, intent on at least... a few questions. Once he'd thought of them. Might as well, right? "If you're not Castiel, you're not a soldier. What do you do, sell ad space on the radio?" He looked back with a passing sneer. Regardless, he stayed close. The things he did for family.

Give him a couple more minutes and he might get gushy.

"Harrington, right?" he announced himself once he was close enough, patting his chest just to feel the comfortable weight of his blade. It wouldn't do anything, but it was. You know. There. "How's that whole rebel thing working out for you?"

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chippforprez September 23 2011, 02:10:29 UTC

[ from here ]

Despite Chipp's display of bravado only seconds earlier, he acted quite sensibly when he charged through the big double doors. He was very quick to launch himself on the side, keeping an eye on the center of the chapel as he jumped onto the seat of one of the pews, and then to the pew before that, and the pew before that. Then Chipp realized that 1) this constant jumping around was actually kinda tiring and 2) there was nothing to dodge ( ... )

bastard_sadi September 23 2011, 02:20:38 UTC

The room smelled of blood, which made Daemon tense, recognizing the scent with the ease of one who'd shed more than enough of it in his lifetime. His gaze searched the shadows, searching for the source, but if there had been a slaughter here, he could find no trace of it. Then his flashlight bounced off the fountain at the far end of the room, one that should have been peaceful and calming, but its waters were far darker than they should be, and he realized he'd located the source of the smell.

"Mother Night," he muttered under his breath, turning his gaze away from the sight. He didn't want to think about what the fountain's source might be after dark.

Instead, he went back to searching for the person mentioned on the intercom, raising his voice to call for him. Secrecy wouldn't do them much good when they wanted to be found. "Harrington. Are you still here?"

damned_soldiers September 23 2011, 15:05:35 UTC

From a far corner of the chapel, sitting pensively on a pew, was the aforementioned Harrington, who might have looked a tad composed from being in a room permeated with the smell of blood. When one of his next set of visitors called out to him, the man raised a hand, indicating his presence and motioning for the two to come closer. "Howdy," he greeted. They weren't the pair hoped for, but conversation in this place could go a long way. "What can I do ya fer?"

chippforprez September 25 2011, 23:07:52 UTC

Harrington... Someone replied to that name, in the corner that Chipp didn't jump around in. At first glance, the guy seemed kind of friendly, even though he was talking really funny, but Chipp knew better then to trust anyone who was actually working for this place. That was why he moved rather boldly, marching up to where Harrington sat with the fiercest of expressions on his face. The ninja wasn't so bold that he would throw the first punch, if only because... well, this guy was just sitting there, like he wasn't concerned about anything in the slightest. It didn't feel right, which was the only thing that kept Chipp from jumping on the guy the moment he got close enough.

"Cut the crap, don't act all friendly! You're just a damn kidnapper!" Chipp yelled, very loudly to express how irritated he was towards this smug bastard. "Why the hell did you even do that? And where did you put my stuff? And where did you put his stuff?!" At the last question, Chipp made a pointed gesture at Daemon, apparently not willing to leave his friend out ( ... )

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hairraising September 25 2011, 08:15:31 UTC

[From here]

Rapunzel's eyes searched around the darkened room, searching for the figure of a man. It was hard to stop her gaze from getting stuck on the unsettling fountain at the head of the room, shaped like something out of her nightmares and spewing some strange, dark liquid. What was that? She couldn't tell from this distance, even with the aid of a flashlight. Either way, she shuddered.

Soon enough, however, their light did cross a figure in black, sitting in one far corner of the room. Rapunzel took another breath through her nose, setting down her pile of hair. Talking to a man like Harrington would be easier to do if she didn't have an armload to deal with at the same time.

Rapunzel licked her lips. "Major Harrington?" she asked, stepping toward the pews with Facilier not far behind.

damned_soldiers September 25 2011, 22:09:42 UTC

After a host of interesting characters including one desperate vampire and a pair of mismatched brothers (well, they were all mismatched when he thought about it), Claude was expecting nothing less than unusual. When a relatively normal young woman and a relatively older man stepped through the chapel doors, he didn't blink at the contrast. He leaned back on the pew instead, waving merrily in their general direction.

"Good evenin', Ma'am! Sir." the soldier chirped. "What can I do ya fer?" Hopefully they were just looking for a friendly chit-chat.

doctor_voodoo September 27 2011, 05:51:40 UTC

Facilier had never felt so swept up in such a rapid succession of events before since his near demise at the hands of the Loa (or that dance competition with a certain man in a dress...)! He barely had a moment to reply to Rapunzel when yet another dramatic episode unfolded over the institute's speakers. Before Facilier could scoff at the little temper tantrums going on for both rebellious radio men and totalitarian Generals, Rapunzel's reaction of shock barely registered to him when she suddenly took off like a shot.

The Bokor could only blink confusedly and stammer out a protest. Now just what was she doing?! And here Facilier thought he may have been rude earlier! Rapunzel's sudden dash with barely any explanations was quite unbecoming of a lady! Facilier's benevolent mood just about snapped in the opposite direction, when something soft yet surprisingly strong whipped out from the darkness and wrapped itself around his waist ( ... )

hairraising September 29 2011, 03:32:38 UTC

It took Rapunzel a moment to get over the minor shock that the man was talking to them so... cheerfully. Then it dawned on her that she had heard the name "Harrington" before. This was the man that had been doing the daily announcements from the ceiling lately, right? The nicer one. Even though she knew she ought to keep her guard up, Rapunzel felt her shoulders loosen up somewhat. Maybe this wouldn't be so hard after all.

Facilier, thankfully, was being a lot more agreeable than he had been on the way up (Mental note, she thought, bring him along more often. He knows how to roll with the weirdness!) With him backing her up with his deep, imposing voice, the task of speaking to Harrington became all the easier.

She took another short breath. "I think Aguilar made a mistake, Mr. Harrington," Rapunzel spoke carefully, feeling a slight swelling of heat rising in her chest as she remembered the soldier whose life depended on her doing this. "There isn't any rogue soldier. Anything that went wrong with the mission last night was ( ... )

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