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Dayshift 22: Chapel

Feb 18, 2007 01:58

Claire woke up in her room just like before, with little idea of how she actually got there. This time, though, she noticed something different about the room. There was another young woman, a blond, sleeping in a bed across from her. Before questioning that, though, she made sure to hide the items she'd gotten that night in her closet, shutting ( Read more... )

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grosse_sklaven February 18 2007, 07:26:59 UTC

...a surprise. Adelheid wasn't too shocked to hear this, but sheer morbid curiosity drew him to the Chapel like a moth to a flame. In his case, a very heavily bandaged moth, but a moth nevertheless. His hands were aching, like they were on fire, and the knowledge of what had transpired burned in his mind like a brand. He'd failed. Edward could have died, he'd been unable to protect those who couldn't ultimately protect themselves, and all in all... he'd been useless ( ... )

dead_draven February 18 2007, 18:32:17 UTC

"Come to pray, have you?" Eric slid onto the chapel bench beside his friend, leaning back as opposed to forward in prayer. Religion? Not exactly his cup of tea. Oh, he believed that there was a God and all of that, but not that he was merciful, or kind, or good...no, God was quite the bastard in Eric Draven's eyes. He deserved the assessment. Creating beautiful things in one hand only to crush them in the other. Where was the justice or goodness in that? He saw no plan, only madness. And a mad bastard God was not one he thought he needed. So no prayers from him today ( ... )

grosse_sklaven February 18 2007, 19:03:52 UTC

Despite the interruption, Adelheid felt a slight smile on his face. No matter what the 'surprise' was, having a staunch ally like Eric there with him would make it much better. The fact that Edward hadn't come in, to say nothing of the others, was a good thing; whatever the 'surprise' would be, Adel held no illusions that it was going to be good. And whatever it was, Edward in his condition and the others in theirs would have been only a hindrance.

Not that Adel was going to be much better, but he had to be certain of it for himself.

With a low chuckle, the boy softly corrected, "I've come to pray against, Eric. In my world, gods and spirits take more notice of bribes and placation than intercession. And with my bloodline, it is extremely important that I do as little to offend, and as much to obtain indulgence, as I can. That, and ki is as much an energy of mind and spirit as of body; I will need to focus if I'm going to be useful tonight ( ... )

dead_draven February 18 2007, 21:18:57 UTC

He smirked. "I could very well be. I do like to hear some good organ, now and again. Suits my morbid sensibilities. To be honest, I wish the God I knew were as prone to listen as yours. Mine doesn't answer me when I shout blasphemies, even to smite me down. It's kind of disappointing, in a way."

He nodded. "Then go on and pray against your Gods. I didn't mean to interrupt. I've only come for the organ music and the secret surprise. It ought to be good, whether the intentions are meant to be so, and I'd just hate to miss it."

grosse_sklaven February 18 2007, 23:46:44 UTC

A bit of a chuckle at that. Adelheid should have guessed that Eric would have liked organ music. Not that Adel was too much of a fan of it, himself- he vastly preferred the piano- but Eric looked like he belonged in a gothic sort of setting; the organ went well with the bird. "I'm afraid that's one thing I couldn't give you, even if my hands were healed. Getting a concert piano into an airship is one thing, a pipe organ is quite another ( ... )

dead_draven February 19 2007, 03:57:51 UTC

He frowned slightly, inspecting his friend's hands. "Yes...on that note, how are you doing? That was quite the light show last night. I had no idea you were capable of something like that. I was nearly blinded, myself, though I'm glad to say I knew when to shut my eyes."

"I wouldn't mind tangible deities," he said, then paused. "Wait, nevermind, scratch that. It depends on what they're like. If they all nag like the bird does, I don't want a thing to do with them."

grosse_sklaven February 19 2007, 04:18:43 UTC

"Note that I am not folding my hands to pray." A very soft, yet very derisive, sound at that; the Kronzprinz was the crowning jewel (pun intended) of Adelheid's arsenal, a move that he had taken from his father, and his father from the House of Strolheim, who had dedicated generations to learning the deadly technique.

Adel had mastered it in less than a week."Sadly, it didn't seem to do much more than disorient our opponent; normally that might have been enough to cause some lasting damage. Instead, it seems only to have disoriented you for a moment and lead the way for another to cause that damage... and from there to collapse." Adelheid was honestly hurt by that; that Ed had been so hurt because Adel hadn't been strong enough to do any lasting damage. And Adel himself was much the worse for wear, though he'd never admit that. He could force himself to keep going. So long as someone needed him, so long as Rose was still out there... he could keep going. Somehow ( ... )

dead_draven February 19 2007, 22:13:21 UTC

He frowned a little. "Still, you may have saved several lives with that, weakened or no. All of us owe you dearly." He smiled a little, reproachfully. "I did much less than my part, and you more than picked up the slack." There was a vague hint of bitterness there, but directed at himself, not at Adelheid.

"Who knows what the man can do?" he spread his hands. "It's not a pleasant thought, but he more than holds the upper hand, here. Just look at the church." He gestured to the vague, abstract stained windows. "Not a sign or a hint of Christ, not a whisper of a deity. If anyone is God, here, it's him. Not that it bothers me much--I'm quite fond of railing against Him."

grosse_sklaven February 20 2007, 02:21:43 UTC

"...you don't owe me anything, Eric. Not you and not any of the others there." He flexed his fingers, his teeth gritting in pain as his hands felt like they were going to split apart. But he had to force himself through it, again. No matter how many times, he had to be strong during the night. And during the day, as well. He had to be. "I should have been stronger than that. I should have been able to damage that creature permanently. It's... a matter of pride. I, who has had my life dedicated to the acquisition of power, couldn't defend myself, let alone you and the others. It is worrisome, and I fear that the further I explore, the less useful I will become. An intolerable state ( ... )

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