scene xx

[decadenzas]

PHONE (public);

[the first words spoken are in French. it’s measured-sounding, clearly a recitation or something being read aloud.]  Ask, and it shall be given you; seek; and you shall find; knock and it shall be opened unto you. For every one that asketh receiveth; and he that seeketh findeth; and to him that knocketh it shall be opened. [the sound

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Phone;

[badend_replay]

mi? That 'joke' didn't sound particularly funny. Are you sure it is a joke at all?

[decadenzas]

It's a joke in that it's so utterly pathetic, not in the traditional sense of the word.

A) Starting a new thread with you while kind of SORT OF ending one is going to be a magical cycle

[expiatrice]

[Well while he spends his time staring

Someone in clerical habits is going to push the entrance doors open and come out first, with a broom in hand.

She was going to sweep the grounds for weekly maintenance work, alright, but having almost ran into you there, yeah that's reason enough to stop and... stare a bit too.]

...Charles?

it's the tagging circle of liiife

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[JUMPS wow way to give him a heart attack!

he looks a little less miffed about being rudely pulled from his self-indulgent moment of sulking when he recognises Ciel, but then promptly looks baffled instead. clerical habits...]

Ah- hello. I wasn't expecting anyone I knew to be here. [or anyone at all, really. he had no idea how much use the church actually got, having never bothered to pay attention to it.]

the circle that never eeeeeends

[expiatrice]

[But if you're a vampire your heart should be already cold and unbeating but also smooth and perfect like marble--

--no ok i'll stop here before i gag I MEAN

...o-oh did she... leave out the part last time that she worked for the Church... like... hunt vampires, to be more precise... mentioned it in passing, maybe?...

Well they're a bit customized, different from the usual clear cut nun robes you may have witnessed more commonly elsewhere, but the general motif is still unmistakable.

Blink blink...

Still holding onto that broom too so the image may be a bit... er... unusual...]

Oh, I'm actually here rather often. I'm more surprised to see you, to be honest... [Wrapping... mind... around the idea that... vampires... go to church... (bah)] --Ah, did I startle you? I'm sorry if I did, people usually don't come here at this hour...

/sheds a single tear

[decadenzas]

[miraculously he is one of the ones who escaped the sparkling marble vampire curse. his heart even beats!! even when he removes it from his body.....

and no, that information kind of conveniently was never brought up but now he is suspicious, so suspicious. or only mildly suspicious since he hadn't run into any actual religious vampire hunter types before and it seems like a very strange occupation to him.] It's fine. I chose this hour exactly because I had assumed it would be suitably empty, but I didn't take the staff into consideration.

[tucks the bible against his chest, eyeing her clothes one last time before turning his attention back to her.]

Do you work here? [is that even the proper way to phrase that question he has no idea...]

[gezellighe]

[Holland didn't look down when he walked; he went fast and he was always looking ahead.

And that's why he doesn't notice Charles, not until he's nearly tripped over him. When he stops, his foot is even resting on one of the records.]

These are in the way.

[Duh.]
[ooc: it's late but I love their CR. . . hopefully it's alright.]

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[ooc; of course it is, no worries!]

Walk around. That shouldn't be too difficult, even for someone like you.

[YEP he doesn't even bother to stop stacking records or look up, though he does give the offending foot a disdainful glance. good thing it wasn't one of the records he really wanted or he'd have to add some broken ankles to his injury tally.]

[gezellighe]

[The insult doesn't help Charles' case; still, once he realizes he's standing on a record he'll slide it over against the outside wall of the shop with his foot.]

So you really are just an immature brat.

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And you're a bumbling oaf who seems incapable of going five minutes without violently inserting your foot directly into your mouth. We can't all be perfect. [a shrug, but once the record is moved he actually looks up, frowning sternly.]

Treat that respectfully. [he's doing exactly that. despite the fact that the records are on the ground in the first place, he's handling them all delicately.]

C (meant to tag forever ago)

[strike_you_out]

[Nearby, Slugger straightens after picking up one of the record cases off the ground. Turning it over and over in his hands, he realizes there is a disc inside and pulls it out partway to better inspect it. Puzzled, he then turns to Charles.]

What are these?

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[the question pulls his attention away from organising things and he looks up at Slugger, arching a brow.]

A record. They're meant to be used in record players like these. [he gestures with his free hand to the shop window on his left, which has a rather bulky-looking one on display.] It's an archaic way to play back music. You haven't seen either before?

[strike_you_out]

[He's about to shake his head 'no' when it occurs to him that he has seen a record player before. There's one in his house but all this time he mistook it for a strange piece of furniture.]

So it's like a CD?

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More or less, though I believe CD's are of a more refined audio quality. [he has no real idea though since he is an old man and refused to try them out.

grabbing the first disc from the stack and tucking it against the wall, he then pushes himself up and rests a hand on the door.] Would you care to hear one?