We Are This Future Turned Past [closed]
WHO: Heine Rammsteiner, The Priest, Nill
WHAT: Heine comes to find his mentor.
WHERE: The old church; northwest housing district.
WHEN: The night of Heine's arrival.
There weren't a lot of things that Heine could say he was sure of right now. Not where he was, that was for sure.
And that didn't just mean this weird twisted world where the sky was so unnaturally fucking blue and people looked like they'd stepped out of some old storybook that no one actually read anymore. It didn't mean the damn rancid smell hanging over everything either. That scent, all musky and sweet like decay and a little like gasoline fumes. It went to his head, made him dizzy, and yet he couldn't quite catch it-it was never quite there: he had to breathe deep to get the whiff that he wanted, sensing all the while that it would make him sick when he did.
But that's not what he was supposed to be thinking about now-trying to catch that damn scent and follow it. Follow it somewhere… Yeah, there. That way.
Only, no. That wasn't the way he was supposed to be going. The Priest-his mentor, his teacher-had told him to find the church in the northwest. Not…not to go off following his nose. Like some dog.
But it kept washing over him so that sometimes he'd find himself shaking his head, opening his eyes to see that he was somewhere different than he'd been the last time he looked, and then he'd know that he must have been following it. He must have been.
It was after dark when he finally found to the old church. At least he assumed, from the outside, that the right building was right. It looked not exactly church-like. Kind of askew, like a caricature, a parody, and not just for being old and disused. But there was a light on inside, and it was a church-the door should be open.
Forcing himself to unclench his fists, he went inside.
WHAT: Heine comes to find his mentor.
WHERE: The old church; northwest housing district.
WHEN: The night of Heine's arrival.
There weren't a lot of things that Heine could say he was sure of right now. Not where he was, that was for sure.
And that didn't just mean this weird twisted world where the sky was so unnaturally fucking blue and people looked like they'd stepped out of some old storybook that no one actually read anymore. It didn't mean the damn rancid smell hanging over everything either. That scent, all musky and sweet like decay and a little like gasoline fumes. It went to his head, made him dizzy, and yet he couldn't quite catch it-it was never quite there: he had to breathe deep to get the whiff that he wanted, sensing all the while that it would make him sick when he did.
But that's not what he was supposed to be thinking about now-trying to catch that damn scent and follow it. Follow it somewhere… Yeah, there. That way.
Only, no. That wasn't the way he was supposed to be going. The Priest-his mentor, his teacher-had told him to find the church in the northwest. Not…not to go off following his nose. Like some dog.
But it kept washing over him so that sometimes he'd find himself shaking his head, opening his eyes to see that he was somewhere different than he'd been the last time he looked, and then he'd know that he must have been following it. He must have been.
It was after dark when he finally found to the old church. At least he assumed, from the outside, that the right building was right. It looked not exactly church-like. Kind of askew, like a caricature, a parody, and not just for being old and disused. But there was a light on inside, and it was a church-the door should be open.
Forcing himself to unclench his fists, he went inside.