Night 60: Chapel

[corvus_veritas]

[Bursting in from here; m-u effects have now worn off.]

Good thing the chapel doors were already wide open, otherwise the panicking prosecutor might have collided with them on his desperate sprinting spree. As it was, he nearly fell over trying to stop himself once he actually got into the chapel.

"Kay!?"

... Where...what?

Byrne stood there at the

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[tasteoftruth]

Badd panned his flashlight over the corners of the room. "I don't see anything

[corvus_veritas]

"I know," the prosecutor replied a little sharply, although he made no move when his friend touched his shoulder. He swallowed hard and forced himself to calm down a bit - at least enough to sound less...like he was scared, or something. "I-I know she isn't here

[tasteoftruth]

Badd understood--for all that Byrne refused to leave Badd alone with his problems, he saw when it was appropriate to not press his friend too far.

"So," he said, as if nothing untoward had occurred. Monster fountain. Guessing that's not here during the day." He moved to approach it but kept his hands away. Who knew what that thing might turn into, or what was protecting it?

...was that blood coming out of the fountain?

[corvus_veritas]

Thank god Badd was just going to move on and not push the issue. Phew. Byrne would do the same. He turned to face the thing his partner was moving towards right now - that strange fountain. He'd noticed it earlier, but he'd been too concerned with his miniature, ah, 'episode' to really pay attention. But now that he was actually looking at it, it was more than just a little creepy. Why was the water red? No. That couldn't be what he thought it was. That'd just be too predictable, right? Maybe it was red wine or juice drink or something to throw them off. Definitely not what Landel was trying to make them think it was. Nope

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[ofthemotions]

[from here]

It was only when they had passed the doors he had been through before that he realized. She had given vocal confirmation of her role within the group. A place in his mind sidestepped to consider movements, while Mikado moved forward warily, hands close to his chest. This place.... "It's here still...." the boy murmured, staring at the statue. He had wanted a chance to look at it again, and here it was.

If nothing else, that alone, made him believe that this had been the right choice. He fingered the bandage over his palm. Tear really was a good person, wasn't she? Yes, this.... "You said you're with the paramedic group?" he asked curiously. "Why did you have to go get supplies upstairs, then?"

[melodists]

Mikado consented to the investigation easily, and Tear navigated them to the double doors of the chapel. They wasted no time passing through the entrance, but the instant she caught the stark contrast in the center, the Melodist halted in her steps to observe. In the daylight, the statue had taken the form of a benign being. At night, it had shifted to something more monstrous. Furthermore, as told, the fountain held blood as the statue spewed it, and the chapel's interior smelled of rot and iron

[ofthemotions]

The line wasn't one that he knew but as she explored, he wandered closer to the statue, eyeing it carefully. Ah, yes... What it had seemed to be that night was... Still what it looked like closer up. His flashlight flicked on to drag the beam over it carefully. How scary. Like a funhouse's monsters. He smiled at it once, then dropped the light lower, onto the plaque Tear had read. He wondered idly what defined sinner, and what the correlation was between--

His hand tingled suddenly, pins and needles like it had fallen completely asleep. He winced and grabbed at it, surprised to feel none of the soreness that had been present there a moment ago. That was... pretty strange. He wandered back towards her. "It almost looks like real blood, too."

To the rest, he began to nod and then stopped, starting to stare again. "...Killed?" His face held nothing but disbelief and horror. "How did... Are you joking? You're joking, right? How would they have gotten--" Killed. How could-- He couldn't even start to think. He had thought he had

[melodists]

If Tear hadn't thrown her attentions elsewhere, she might have caught sight of the misstep. The fountain came attached with a stern warning, and the Melodist was not so willing to test caution to its limits, especially with a civilian under her protection. Instead, her eyes were on the front pews, analyzing their condition. They should be large enough to hold several people, she thought. If we go toward the back rows, the smell--

Disbelief yanked attentions away, and Tear felt a tinge of guilt. She probably should have withheld the information, but a part of her understood the futility in doing so. She would just have to elaborate. "I'm not joking, unfortunately," she said, turning back to Mikado. "I don't know the exact details, but one of the creatures in the institute attacked his group. And--"

She stopped, suddenly, eyes widening at a searing sensation in one of her hands. Pain? A prickling burn against soft flesh. She looked down in alarm at the source and without continuing her account to Mikado, began to pull off her glove.