Night 58: Chapel

[broodings]

[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

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[predictator]

[From here]

Izaya stepped inside and to the side, allowing Mikado room to enter after him. He started to scan the chapel, turning the flashlight from one side to the other in a slow, steady arc-but he stopped the scan when the light landed on the fountain. Bit of a peculiar choice for a chapel, wasn't?

But the macabre decor wasn't why he'd come. Resuming his inspection of the area to try locating the man they'd come to see, Izaya called out, "Is Major Harrington still in?"

[damned_soldiers]

Ooh, more visitors! If he wasn't such a people person, Claude would be attempting to drown himself in the blood fountain to get away from the influx. Then again, that could spice things up a bit, wouldn't it? Who wouldn't want to see a soldier floundering in a pool of blood upon entering a known sanctuary?

Another night, perhaps. He waved happily at the pair. "Yeees, sir, he is!" he called, waving the two to come closer. "Harrington, here. At yer service."

[ofthemotions]

Right. Safety in numbers, from the shadows moving in the corner. Mikado shook his head slightly, and followed Izaya into the chapel. And as the man called out, the boy caught what had flitted through Izaya's notice. And then stared outright. Was that a... It couldn't be real... Like a house set up to scare people, maybe. Maybe that was it.

He stepped forward a few steps, curiosity begging him to look closer at the statue situated at the front of the room when a deeper voice called in reply. Mikado froze instantly, a quarter of the way down the aisle as he looked for the owner of the voice. This was the military guy? He didn't look that unfriendly. Not compared to the other men Mikado had interacted with.

The boy kept to silence for now. Izaya had called out, so Mikado would wait for the man to introduce himself first.

[predictator]

Good; the man was right where he was reported to be. Izaya turned his light in the direction of the voice, spotting the man waving them closer. The man seemed the friendly sort-or at least much friendlier than their usual escorts. Already Izaya had heard more out Harrington than any other soldier.

He started towards the soldier's position. "Just to confirm: we're to speak with you if we have any information about that renegade... correct?"

That was it according to the earlier announcement, but there may have been many things left unsaid. Izaya wasn't entirely sure whether he could get anything useful out of Harrington to begin with (even with the friendly exterior, or perhaps especially because of it), so for now, he was going to take it slowly. Confirm first, then work his way up.

[full_score]

((From here.))

The moment Claude stepped through the doors, he strained to see through the dark chapel. If Dad (well, if it even was Dad) passed through the wall, wouldn't that mean he was in here? Or did he simply vanish from view again. Growing frustrated, he let out a sudden breath and walked past a couple of pews.

No sound, save for the sound of liquid running through a fountain of sorts. Funny, he didn't recall anything like that during his visits here before...

"Hello?" Claude called out, uncertain.

this is going to be confusing once the names are out. LOL

[damned_soldiers]

Ah, another young one. He appeared rather out of sorts (General's revenge must have started, then), but at least he had enough of a mind to call out. Otherwise, the soldier might have attempted to scare the kid out of his wits. All friendly-like, of course.

Instead, Claude raised his hand, waving it with enthusiasm in the dark. "Little late ta be wanderin' around, dun cha think?"

I know right HAHAH

[full_score]

While he should have known better, the last thing Claude expected was to hear a voice call out from the dark. He visibly jumped, his stomach springing a back-flip. Whirling around, Claude turned to face the source of the voice.

The stranger hadn't sounded particularly menacing. In fact, his accent was almost familiar somehow. Still, Claude didn't lower his guard, although he didn't raise his trusty sword just yet, either.

"Who are you?" he demanded.

[damned_soldiers]

What was it with these kids and being scared? This one looked like he was about to fall over from pure fright. More importantly, why hadn't anyone bothered to pay attention to the damn announcement? No wonder Landel got to be so desperate for attention.

But who was he to judge? Perhaps the kid woke up late tonight. He looked disheveled enough for that to be the case. With a wide grin, Claude dropped his hand. "Major Claude Harrington," he gave, "and who might ya be?"