Not What He Was Looking For [Open, Active]
Characters: Vincent Valentine, Nina Tucker, chaos
Setting: Entrance Room
Time: Night 14... first third of night?
Summary: Vincent Valentine enters the house and finds... a small child?
Warnings: Brooding. All over the thread. Also a comical start.
Vincent entered the cool shelter of the cave, ignoring--perhaps even welcoming--the chilly spray of water from the falls behind him as his footsteps echoed off the light stone. This was a hidden place, a sacred one, known to only a handful of people in the world: Lucrecia's cave. The spirit was gone, but memory lived here--memory, peace, and silence, complete save for the rush of water nearby and the slow dripping of cold, clear water at the entrance where he stood. He felt like a trespasser here, a black spirit of sin in a home dedicated to light, but at the same time it was his, a sanctuary--the only place on the Planet's surface where he could be at rest. His black hair clung to his back slightly as he stepped over the crystalline puddles, droplets of water clinging to the fabric of his cloak and the metal curves of his claws--he paid it no mind, accepting it and embracing it as part of the experience.
"Lucrecia..."
The name came almost involuntarily, his low, rasping voice, rough from disuse, disappearing in the microcosm of time and space that he felt separated him from the rest of the world. He had brought it with him, Death Penalty--his other weaponry was left outside as a rule, but Death Penalty came with him, and its presence was felt heavily; at no other time did a gun carry such weight, such importance in his mind as now, his gift from Lucrecia, his forgiveness... or what could be forgiven and never could. He stopped in the cavern, shutting his eyes, letting time pass over him and falling back into the deep, bitter recesses of memory.
Lucrecia...
When he opened them again, dusk had started to fall and twilight was descending--but none of this was visible inside the cavern, hidden deep within the falls. He turned, checking the holster on his gun and stepping over the hard, uneven stone of the cave--he did not look back, and would not, even as his foot mysteriously caught some unknown jag in the flooring--
--and he slipped.
When he opened his eyes again, he found himself lying on cool, smooth tile, staring up at a white sculpted ceiling in the dark.
... what had just happened?
He sat up, crossing his golden talons over his chest as his red eyes roamed the room--an entrance, as it turned out, with a grand oak door, plaster filigree, and a pot of flowers resting on a table.
A mansion.
What, why, and where mixed in the same pressing, ominous question--but one thing was immediately, stupidly obvious.
He had to leave.
Setting: Entrance Room
Time: Night 14... first third of night?
Summary: Vincent Valentine enters the house and finds... a small child?
Warnings: Brooding. All over the thread. Also a comical start.
Vincent entered the cool shelter of the cave, ignoring--perhaps even welcoming--the chilly spray of water from the falls behind him as his footsteps echoed off the light stone. This was a hidden place, a sacred one, known to only a handful of people in the world: Lucrecia's cave. The spirit was gone, but memory lived here--memory, peace, and silence, complete save for the rush of water nearby and the slow dripping of cold, clear water at the entrance where he stood. He felt like a trespasser here, a black spirit of sin in a home dedicated to light, but at the same time it was his, a sanctuary--the only place on the Planet's surface where he could be at rest. His black hair clung to his back slightly as he stepped over the crystalline puddles, droplets of water clinging to the fabric of his cloak and the metal curves of his claws--he paid it no mind, accepting it and embracing it as part of the experience.
"Lucrecia..."
The name came almost involuntarily, his low, rasping voice, rough from disuse, disappearing in the microcosm of time and space that he felt separated him from the rest of the world. He had brought it with him, Death Penalty--his other weaponry was left outside as a rule, but Death Penalty came with him, and its presence was felt heavily; at no other time did a gun carry such weight, such importance in his mind as now, his gift from Lucrecia, his forgiveness... or what could be forgiven and never could. He stopped in the cavern, shutting his eyes, letting time pass over him and falling back into the deep, bitter recesses of memory.
Lucrecia...
When he opened them again, dusk had started to fall and twilight was descending--but none of this was visible inside the cavern, hidden deep within the falls. He turned, checking the holster on his gun and stepping over the hard, uneven stone of the cave--he did not look back, and would not, even as his foot mysteriously caught some unknown jag in the flooring--
--and he slipped.
When he opened his eyes again, he found himself lying on cool, smooth tile, staring up at a white sculpted ceiling in the dark.
... what had just happened?
He sat up, crossing his golden talons over his chest as his red eyes roamed the room--an entrance, as it turned out, with a grand oak door, plaster filigree, and a pot of flowers resting on a table.
A mansion.
What, why, and where mixed in the same pressing, ominous question--but one thing was immediately, stupidly obvious.
He had to leave.