log: finished
Who: Ulf ulfboy, Vincent snarky_padre_v, and Duck princess_ahiru for a few
What: Some discussion in the hospital courtyard
When: umm... evening?
*Duck whined quietly to herself. She was not positive what going on. How scary. And some certain "literature" didn't help*
"...and if we can find a way to rid this place of its fog, perhaps we would see it is no harder to defeat than Drosselmeyer after all!" Fakir was saying, when he realized the fog had quite disappeared the dancing Duck once again.
"Ahiru?" he asked? "Ahiru?"
He drew his sword and dashed off, in the wrong direction, of course.
Soon he too was lost in the fog someplace as well.
Vincent meanwhile, was pacing the courtyard of Alchemilla hospital, plotting like a mad thing.
He could see the hallucinations of others, but right now he was grumpy. Curt and Lilly were talking with each other and ergo, not with him. Everyone was making a big to-do over the little Brahams girl, and over another laughable attempt at attention from Alessa.
This meant no one was thinking about what was really important in Silent Hill. Him. Vincent didn't like it when this happened...
Ulf had taken off after Lilly pushed her way into the room where Curt had been convalescing. He'd gone to do what he did second best, and that was fly. It was therapy for him, to say the least, and the next best thing to sucking the soul out of someone. Like the girl who'd taken those pills. He wished he could've been there at the moment of her death, and restored some of what he was greatly lacking in this place.
He knew that eventually he'd weaken. For now he was still alright, still strong, and it would last longer if he didn't change his form. So the next best thing would have to do.
But he couldn't bloody-well stay away from the hospital, and he hated that.
The priest was in the courtyard - oh, the days when that meant something more grand, and when suicide was glamourous - and Ulf hoped that if he spoke to the little man for a bit, it'd drive Ulf away from the hospital for good. He dove down, folded his wings, and landed heavily behind Vincent.
*Standing outside was a girl, a duck in girl form, muttering song A Place In Time to herself. It is apt song considering the scheme of Silent Hill that she might or might not know. The fate of God is a tricky wicket*
Vincent was watching hallucinations- my there were a lot of soldiers and redneck cops here, weren't there?- when he saw Duck dancing and singing. He sighed. "She chase you kids out too?" he asked.
Something landed behind him heavily. He made a nervous little sound when he whipped around and saw it was Ulf. "it's ok...you can have him!" he said, making a warding gesture. "he isn't worth the trouble anyway, so please don't hurt me!"
Yes..
*Duck didn't want the fog. But on good side at least ever since day or so ago her own halucinations quite vanished for now. What was he. What was the other. Was one of them an angel. Oh first man seemed afraid of second man. Or was the fog playing tricks. Oh if only lady in the church had understood what she was throwing away..*
Ulf held up his hands and his eyebrows. "Hey. No problem, right? I don't want your boyfriend." He peered over Vincent's shoulder at the girl there and waved, a smile on his face that went no further than his lips. "Just coming back to uh... check on things. A lot of shit going on. Oh, geez, sorry kid," he added, cringing.
"It's ok. You don't want him, he doesn't want me. Claudia doesn't want anyone in her church... everybody hurrrrts...sometiiimes." Vincent warbled, a bad Michael Stipe impersonation. "Well. it's just we three then, huh? Maybe we should strike out and form a baseball team or something."
Oh. Oh un.. um apology accepted
*Though of course the two men seemed to know each other. Uh nifty. Duck nods with only partial understanding of whatever it was and is that he may be talking about. Besides she doesn't know of Michael Stipe so such humour lost on her regardless. But last part serious or not gets minor headshake of no*
I did not come for baseball
*she says softly*
"Yeah, even if we could form a team with the folk in town here, we can't get out to play anyone else..." Ulf shrugged. "Anyway... I think its time everyone started to get together. Seriously this time. Its a hunch." Actually, it was the two corpses piled up already, and there'd be more. The town was finally taking its victims... right? Ulf suspected that, of course - he was quiet on the network, but that didn't mean he wasn't reading everyone else - but he knew enough about the once-missing girl and that she'd been captured by someone else... someone in town, but not strictly of town.
Vincent sneered. "Good luck doing THAT," he said, "everytime I've tried I wind up getting alienated somehow. anyway, I said in the beginning the church was the safest place to be, but no one listened. Now we've lost the church. I don't know what to do next. I have nowhere to return to, and I assume -Ahiru? was it? doesn't either.
That reminds me," this said turning to Duck, "where's your little friend, the boy in tights? and have either of you seen Heather?"
That's right. Kinkan Town but.. but I went to church to meet Fakir and as you see that did not work perfectly. Town did not want it to..
*Duck blinks at Father Vincent. Ponder but a mere moment*
Fakir and I indeed seperated by the fog good sir. I humbly apologise for his absense. I have not seen Heather no. Not for at least a day.
"Sometimes I really hate this town." Vincent grumbled.
a few ghost soldiers ran through him, and at one point Curt's poet tulpa "Byron" stepped through a wall and began to recite from Shelley's Adonais, but Vincent ignored them.
He put an arm around Ulf. "Talk to me," he said, wiping his hand surrepticiously on his pantsleg after accidentally touching the creature's wing, "what do you think would rally these people together? since clearly being picked off like flies has no effect on them in terms of all-for-one unity...a few rounds of "Kumbaya", a church picnic, what?"
Ulf gave him a funny look, then slung an arm over Vincent's shoulders in return, a wry smirk on his face. "That's the attitude we need," he said jovially, patting the priest on the back. "A big concert in the park, even. Get a band together, a beer tent, and a mud pit in front of the stage. For a good cause, of course." He'd noticed the priest wiping his hand off, and while he had the man clamped to his side, he made sure to brush his wing against him a few times.
Vincent startled a little when the wing first bapped him- was it MEANT to hit him in the ass like that??? and shuddered, trying to overcome his revulsion. Ulf wasn't that bad for a...well, whatever he was. and now that Vincent was sure Curt would not be interested in him again- why would he after he had barked at the man? there was no need for the competition he had once felt...
"Sounds good, huh? Concert in the park? Something's gotta happen," he murmured. The little girl had wandered off, so he felt like he could cuss again. "There's some fucked up stuff going on... moreso than before. Stuff I don't think even you have answers for." He leaned a little closer to Vincent while he said this. "So... I know you're having a few problems with your relationship? But you won't have one if this keeps up."
"I know," Vincent admitted glumly, "I accept that. Maybe I just wanted a few more nights in someone's arms before the darkness comes? But I also know Alessa was right. My priestly duties have been noticably lacking. I need to do more to ward off the armeggedon that's coming...because maybe I'm crazy enough to believe that we can."
"Maybe you're not so crazy," Ulf said, and gave Vincent's shoulder another pat before he finally gave the priest his space. "Seems to me that everyone's got the will to fight back, and some have tried already, I think. That FBI agent? The vamp that rescued the girl. A lot of us might be getting too tied up in lives we don't have anymore." He gave Vincent a gentle nudge. "You have some idea what's going on here, and I think folk would be willing to follow you to stop it. I would."
"That's...reassuring." Vincent sighed. "but right now my friend Alessa is dead. We have no food since someone killed that Snape fellow, Claudia has stolen my church, I just yelled at Curt for being insensitive, I just yelled at Walter- who'll KILL me for same, I just KNOW it- for being egocentric, and Henry is alive but he doesn't even know I exist." Vincent moped. "There, I said it."
Another pat on the shoulder. Ulf had no idea how much of that had really been troubling the priest, but he knew that it was sometimes easier to open up to a stranger. "Well... I'm sure we can solve the food problem." He started thinking about someone else taking over the restaurant - hell, what about the zombie girl? - and then it hit him. The guy was dead. Had he even had a chance to use his new tea service? "Crap..." he muttered. "Alright, well. Curt probably is being insensitive. The rest of it... we'll cross that bridge and all." Or Vincent would, anyway. Ulf probably wouldn't figure in his company much longer than this conversation. "One thing at a time. And in the meantime... we ought to all just stick together. For protection. Company. Like... that girl. How long was she stuck on her own? Now she's a wreck."
"I know. You think....I mean...she's an innocent? surely...." Surely what? the thought died almost before he'd finished saying it. Did he honestly think the town cared about innocence? That if Ulf tried to fly Cassie out the fog would part, the holes would close, and she could go home to Brahams safe and sound?
No...Cassie was stuck here too, for better or worse.
"Sure she is," Ulf said, frowning a little. "I just mean that on their own, the people stuck in town here are vulnerable. Ah, hell... I have a feeling I'm preaching to the converted. Pardon the pun," he said, smirking again and giving Vincent another one of those one-armed hugs. "Just... keep your head, is all. Once we get out of this mess, then you can fret over who loves ya."
"How can I save these people if none of them trust me?" Vincent griped. "ahhh...I'm not cut out for this hero shit anyway. If Heather were here..." which was, in a way, sort of ironic. Heather had never wanted any part of Silent Hill. She had been led back, forced by Claudia to play out her hand. Now? it seemed that the girl WAS meant for this sort of work after all. Vincent knew he certainly was not.
"Just gotta stop acting so creepy, Vince! I'm sure you might find more than just me backing you up. Where is this Heather? I can go fetch her, if you want. I'm good at carrying things about..." Another grin, although this was more like a grimace. He didn't want to be thought of as nothing but a delivery boy, but really... what else could he do here?
"I'm not creepy, I'm just... eccentric." Vincent said, a bit glumly, "I never meant to be. I spent most of my life in this town. It wasn't until I left it that it really hit home that I'm a major player in a soul sucking blood cult, honestly. It's always been just...the way things are, for me. You know? Normal.
Of course I'm scared of this town. I know when the skies go dark and the monsters come out of your head and walk the streets it's feeding time, but the point is I've seen it before. That's what differentiates me from you... tourists, I suppose."
"I got it... I know. An unwilling player in this game." Sure he could relate, if he really wanted to remember. "C'mon. Maybe if we can sober up that doctor and talk to the FBI agent, we can have a little discussion on where to begin. We can find this other guy you mentioned, Henry? You obviously know him... was he a player too? And Heather? I can get around easier than others... I could be your gofer."
"Henry....from what I know Walter tried to wake the Mother just as Claudia did," Vincent really didn't know many of the details; his only time meeting Henry had been in the nameless city. It was odd to say 'this all happened after I died.' but chances were that was exactly true. "so Henry must have fought some manifestation of the god or the god's power as channelled through Walter, just as Heather surely did after I...after Claudia tried. They may...if Claudia and Walter are trying again, they may have some clue how to prevent or defeat whatever is raised. But I do not know what is killing people now, or why."
The town, fact was, was full of killers now; Walter may have once bragged up his killings and he WAS a local celebrity- hell, in spite of his fear of Walter Vincent sort of admire they guy for taking out the priests he had!- but almost any one of the present citizens could have, had they chosen, killed the people who had died.
Walter, sure, but Baby was a killer, Cyrus(tho no one knew it yet), Juno,Dexter, Jack...
Chiana, Xev and Hawkeye had all killed in the thick of war, willingly or no, and probably all of the cops had had to kill in the line of duty.
There was the thing that had kidnapped Cassie still at large.
Endless, nameless monsters roamed these streets, and Kevin, Ulf, D'Namouh and Trash all required some form of killing to feed.
Snape was slated to kill a man named Albus Dumbledore, altho his stay here was an attempt to prevent that; an implied history of dark magick probably meant he had killed prior to that.
Hell, even Vincent had partaken of sacrifices in the church's name. Even Fakir had been a knight once upon a time. There was no innocence here, none at all.
Anyone could be doing the killing. anyone.
"Well... that's kinda what I thought... that it wasn't the town itself controlling this... just like the guy who kidnapped the girl. Its bad enough there's something wrong with Silent Hill that we have to have other nutcases running around helping it." He shook out his wings a little, as if he was ready to fly out and meet whatever it was. "I just think folk have diddled long enough, y'know? Something's got to give. Its why I think everyone gathering together is a good idea. Just... where?"
"We need to take the church back. It's the only safe place." Vincent was pretty one track minded when it came to the idea of sanctuary. The Happy Burger had food, Alchemilla had medical supplies. but Vincent was determined. Only the church was 'home'.
If only Walter and Claudia didn't feel the same way....
"Alright, so we have to oust a serial killer and a crazy... what is she, anyway? A witch?" He wasn't even joking. "Is there enough room for everyone?" Room for his wings? "And the hospital's been pretty handy... they've got it set up pretty good, right? Doesn't seem the smartest idea to abandon it. Getting everyone together isn't going to be easy, if the things we need are so far apart. Well, they need," he murmured. He couldn't imagine being hospitalized for anything.
"Bitch more like," Vincent smirked, "but she has a power within her. I've never really known fully what she's capable of. The last thing I'd thought was murder, surely.
More fool me. But...I need my church back." Vincent was under a lot of stress. Whatever was coming down he knew, willing or no, he was a key player. If so, surely his creature comforts were due him, by right? He wanted to go back to his room, his home.
He wanted Alessa back, to advise him what to do.
He wanted Curt back as well. But how was he supposed to get that, when he had told Curt off?
"Alright... we'll get it back, then," Ulf said. The priest wasn't a bad guy, really... not creepy, at least. What he was was burdened with a sort of leadership, and he'd already said he wasn't cut out for it. Ulf actually felt for the guy; he had a lot on his shoulders. The important thing was to try and get the other folk in town to stand by him instead of shun him.
It was getting cold out in the courtyard. Vincent had no place to stay in the hospital either; he had been staying in Curt's room, in a chair by his bed. He went back in, and looked at a bench, dubiously.
Like all hospital benches, it wasn't exactly made for comfort.
He tried stretching out on it anyway.
"Stay with me? Please. Just until I can get some sleep..."
"Yeah, sure, I'll stick around. Uh.. you sure you don't want a bed? I'm sure there's more than just two..." The bench looked horribly uncomfortable.
"Beds are for the wounded. All my injuries are far too deep for a doctor to heal..." Vincent overcame his reluctance and leaned on Ulf.
after a moment, he reached for a wing and sort of draped it around himself, like a wind shelter.
Aw, cute. Ulf raised his eyebrows in surprise, but didn't back off. Indeed, he let Vincent pull the wing over himself, and Ulf wrapped it around him more comfortably. After all, there was that contact with the membrane, which always sent shivers through him. And of course, it was good to be needed. He moved a little so Vincent's weight (what little there was) wouldn't have him cramping in discomfort in minutes, and then just leaned back. "Get some sleep. We'll figure this out after."
In spite of all weighing on his mind, Vincent hadn't had a decent night's sleep in some time. He was out like a light pretty quickly.
What: Some discussion in the hospital courtyard
When: umm... evening?
*Duck whined quietly to herself. She was not positive what going on. How scary. And some certain "literature" didn't help*
"...and if we can find a way to rid this place of its fog, perhaps we would see it is no harder to defeat than Drosselmeyer after all!" Fakir was saying, when he realized the fog had quite disappeared the dancing Duck once again.
"Ahiru?" he asked? "Ahiru?"
He drew his sword and dashed off, in the wrong direction, of course.
Soon he too was lost in the fog someplace as well.
Vincent meanwhile, was pacing the courtyard of Alchemilla hospital, plotting like a mad thing.
He could see the hallucinations of others, but right now he was grumpy. Curt and Lilly were talking with each other and ergo, not with him. Everyone was making a big to-do over the little Brahams girl, and over another laughable attempt at attention from Alessa.
This meant no one was thinking about what was really important in Silent Hill. Him. Vincent didn't like it when this happened...
Ulf had taken off after Lilly pushed her way into the room where Curt had been convalescing. He'd gone to do what he did second best, and that was fly. It was therapy for him, to say the least, and the next best thing to sucking the soul out of someone. Like the girl who'd taken those pills. He wished he could've been there at the moment of her death, and restored some of what he was greatly lacking in this place.
He knew that eventually he'd weaken. For now he was still alright, still strong, and it would last longer if he didn't change his form. So the next best thing would have to do.
But he couldn't bloody-well stay away from the hospital, and he hated that.
The priest was in the courtyard - oh, the days when that meant something more grand, and when suicide was glamourous - and Ulf hoped that if he spoke to the little man for a bit, it'd drive Ulf away from the hospital for good. He dove down, folded his wings, and landed heavily behind Vincent.
*Standing outside was a girl, a duck in girl form, muttering song A Place In Time to herself. It is apt song considering the scheme of Silent Hill that she might or might not know. The fate of God is a tricky wicket*
Vincent was watching hallucinations- my there were a lot of soldiers and redneck cops here, weren't there?- when he saw Duck dancing and singing. He sighed. "She chase you kids out too?" he asked.
Something landed behind him heavily. He made a nervous little sound when he whipped around and saw it was Ulf. "it's ok...you can have him!" he said, making a warding gesture. "he isn't worth the trouble anyway, so please don't hurt me!"
Yes..
*Duck didn't want the fog. But on good side at least ever since day or so ago her own halucinations quite vanished for now. What was he. What was the other. Was one of them an angel. Oh first man seemed afraid of second man. Or was the fog playing tricks. Oh if only lady in the church had understood what she was throwing away..*
Ulf held up his hands and his eyebrows. "Hey. No problem, right? I don't want your boyfriend." He peered over Vincent's shoulder at the girl there and waved, a smile on his face that went no further than his lips. "Just coming back to uh... check on things. A lot of shit going on. Oh, geez, sorry kid," he added, cringing.
"It's ok. You don't want him, he doesn't want me. Claudia doesn't want anyone in her church... everybody hurrrrts...sometiiimes." Vincent warbled, a bad Michael Stipe impersonation. "Well. it's just we three then, huh? Maybe we should strike out and form a baseball team or something."
Oh. Oh un.. um apology accepted
*Though of course the two men seemed to know each other. Uh nifty. Duck nods with only partial understanding of whatever it was and is that he may be talking about. Besides she doesn't know of Michael Stipe so such humour lost on her regardless. But last part serious or not gets minor headshake of no*
I did not come for baseball
*she says softly*
"Yeah, even if we could form a team with the folk in town here, we can't get out to play anyone else..." Ulf shrugged. "Anyway... I think its time everyone started to get together. Seriously this time. Its a hunch." Actually, it was the two corpses piled up already, and there'd be more. The town was finally taking its victims... right? Ulf suspected that, of course - he was quiet on the network, but that didn't mean he wasn't reading everyone else - but he knew enough about the once-missing girl and that she'd been captured by someone else... someone in town, but not strictly of town.
Vincent sneered. "Good luck doing THAT," he said, "everytime I've tried I wind up getting alienated somehow. anyway, I said in the beginning the church was the safest place to be, but no one listened. Now we've lost the church. I don't know what to do next. I have nowhere to return to, and I assume -Ahiru? was it? doesn't either.
That reminds me," this said turning to Duck, "where's your little friend, the boy in tights? and have either of you seen Heather?"
That's right. Kinkan Town but.. but I went to church to meet Fakir and as you see that did not work perfectly. Town did not want it to..
*Duck blinks at Father Vincent. Ponder but a mere moment*
Fakir and I indeed seperated by the fog good sir. I humbly apologise for his absense. I have not seen Heather no. Not for at least a day.
"Sometimes I really hate this town." Vincent grumbled.
a few ghost soldiers ran through him, and at one point Curt's poet tulpa "Byron" stepped through a wall and began to recite from Shelley's Adonais, but Vincent ignored them.
He put an arm around Ulf. "Talk to me," he said, wiping his hand surrepticiously on his pantsleg after accidentally touching the creature's wing, "what do you think would rally these people together? since clearly being picked off like flies has no effect on them in terms of all-for-one unity...a few rounds of "Kumbaya", a church picnic, what?"
Ulf gave him a funny look, then slung an arm over Vincent's shoulders in return, a wry smirk on his face. "That's the attitude we need," he said jovially, patting the priest on the back. "A big concert in the park, even. Get a band together, a beer tent, and a mud pit in front of the stage. For a good cause, of course." He'd noticed the priest wiping his hand off, and while he had the man clamped to his side, he made sure to brush his wing against him a few times.
Vincent startled a little when the wing first bapped him- was it MEANT to hit him in the ass like that??? and shuddered, trying to overcome his revulsion. Ulf wasn't that bad for a...well, whatever he was. and now that Vincent was sure Curt would not be interested in him again- why would he after he had barked at the man? there was no need for the competition he had once felt...
"Sounds good, huh? Concert in the park? Something's gotta happen," he murmured. The little girl had wandered off, so he felt like he could cuss again. "There's some fucked up stuff going on... moreso than before. Stuff I don't think even you have answers for." He leaned a little closer to Vincent while he said this. "So... I know you're having a few problems with your relationship? But you won't have one if this keeps up."
"I know," Vincent admitted glumly, "I accept that. Maybe I just wanted a few more nights in someone's arms before the darkness comes? But I also know Alessa was right. My priestly duties have been noticably lacking. I need to do more to ward off the armeggedon that's coming...because maybe I'm crazy enough to believe that we can."
"Maybe you're not so crazy," Ulf said, and gave Vincent's shoulder another pat before he finally gave the priest his space. "Seems to me that everyone's got the will to fight back, and some have tried already, I think. That FBI agent? The vamp that rescued the girl. A lot of us might be getting too tied up in lives we don't have anymore." He gave Vincent a gentle nudge. "You have some idea what's going on here, and I think folk would be willing to follow you to stop it. I would."
"That's...reassuring." Vincent sighed. "but right now my friend Alessa is dead. We have no food since someone killed that Snape fellow, Claudia has stolen my church, I just yelled at Curt for being insensitive, I just yelled at Walter- who'll KILL me for same, I just KNOW it- for being egocentric, and Henry is alive but he doesn't even know I exist." Vincent moped. "There, I said it."
Another pat on the shoulder. Ulf had no idea how much of that had really been troubling the priest, but he knew that it was sometimes easier to open up to a stranger. "Well... I'm sure we can solve the food problem." He started thinking about someone else taking over the restaurant - hell, what about the zombie girl? - and then it hit him. The guy was dead. Had he even had a chance to use his new tea service? "Crap..." he muttered. "Alright, well. Curt probably is being insensitive. The rest of it... we'll cross that bridge and all." Or Vincent would, anyway. Ulf probably wouldn't figure in his company much longer than this conversation. "One thing at a time. And in the meantime... we ought to all just stick together. For protection. Company. Like... that girl. How long was she stuck on her own? Now she's a wreck."
"I know. You think....I mean...she's an innocent? surely...." Surely what? the thought died almost before he'd finished saying it. Did he honestly think the town cared about innocence? That if Ulf tried to fly Cassie out the fog would part, the holes would close, and she could go home to Brahams safe and sound?
No...Cassie was stuck here too, for better or worse.
"Sure she is," Ulf said, frowning a little. "I just mean that on their own, the people stuck in town here are vulnerable. Ah, hell... I have a feeling I'm preaching to the converted. Pardon the pun," he said, smirking again and giving Vincent another one of those one-armed hugs. "Just... keep your head, is all. Once we get out of this mess, then you can fret over who loves ya."
"How can I save these people if none of them trust me?" Vincent griped. "ahhh...I'm not cut out for this hero shit anyway. If Heather were here..." which was, in a way, sort of ironic. Heather had never wanted any part of Silent Hill. She had been led back, forced by Claudia to play out her hand. Now? it seemed that the girl WAS meant for this sort of work after all. Vincent knew he certainly was not.
"Just gotta stop acting so creepy, Vince! I'm sure you might find more than just me backing you up. Where is this Heather? I can go fetch her, if you want. I'm good at carrying things about..." Another grin, although this was more like a grimace. He didn't want to be thought of as nothing but a delivery boy, but really... what else could he do here?
"I'm not creepy, I'm just... eccentric." Vincent said, a bit glumly, "I never meant to be. I spent most of my life in this town. It wasn't until I left it that it really hit home that I'm a major player in a soul sucking blood cult, honestly. It's always been just...the way things are, for me. You know? Normal.
Of course I'm scared of this town. I know when the skies go dark and the monsters come out of your head and walk the streets it's feeding time, but the point is I've seen it before. That's what differentiates me from you... tourists, I suppose."
"I got it... I know. An unwilling player in this game." Sure he could relate, if he really wanted to remember. "C'mon. Maybe if we can sober up that doctor and talk to the FBI agent, we can have a little discussion on where to begin. We can find this other guy you mentioned, Henry? You obviously know him... was he a player too? And Heather? I can get around easier than others... I could be your gofer."
"Henry....from what I know Walter tried to wake the Mother just as Claudia did," Vincent really didn't know many of the details; his only time meeting Henry had been in the nameless city. It was odd to say 'this all happened after I died.' but chances were that was exactly true. "so Henry must have fought some manifestation of the god or the god's power as channelled through Walter, just as Heather surely did after I...after Claudia tried. They may...if Claudia and Walter are trying again, they may have some clue how to prevent or defeat whatever is raised. But I do not know what is killing people now, or why."
The town, fact was, was full of killers now; Walter may have once bragged up his killings and he WAS a local celebrity- hell, in spite of his fear of Walter Vincent sort of admire they guy for taking out the priests he had!- but almost any one of the present citizens could have, had they chosen, killed the people who had died.
Walter, sure, but Baby was a killer, Cyrus(tho no one knew it yet), Juno,Dexter, Jack...
Chiana, Xev and Hawkeye had all killed in the thick of war, willingly or no, and probably all of the cops had had to kill in the line of duty.
There was the thing that had kidnapped Cassie still at large.
Endless, nameless monsters roamed these streets, and Kevin, Ulf, D'Namouh and Trash all required some form of killing to feed.
Snape was slated to kill a man named Albus Dumbledore, altho his stay here was an attempt to prevent that; an implied history of dark magick probably meant he had killed prior to that.
Hell, even Vincent had partaken of sacrifices in the church's name. Even Fakir had been a knight once upon a time. There was no innocence here, none at all.
Anyone could be doing the killing. anyone.
"Well... that's kinda what I thought... that it wasn't the town itself controlling this... just like the guy who kidnapped the girl. Its bad enough there's something wrong with Silent Hill that we have to have other nutcases running around helping it." He shook out his wings a little, as if he was ready to fly out and meet whatever it was. "I just think folk have diddled long enough, y'know? Something's got to give. Its why I think everyone gathering together is a good idea. Just... where?"
"We need to take the church back. It's the only safe place." Vincent was pretty one track minded when it came to the idea of sanctuary. The Happy Burger had food, Alchemilla had medical supplies. but Vincent was determined. Only the church was 'home'.
If only Walter and Claudia didn't feel the same way....
"Alright, so we have to oust a serial killer and a crazy... what is she, anyway? A witch?" He wasn't even joking. "Is there enough room for everyone?" Room for his wings? "And the hospital's been pretty handy... they've got it set up pretty good, right? Doesn't seem the smartest idea to abandon it. Getting everyone together isn't going to be easy, if the things we need are so far apart. Well, they need," he murmured. He couldn't imagine being hospitalized for anything.
"Bitch more like," Vincent smirked, "but she has a power within her. I've never really known fully what she's capable of. The last thing I'd thought was murder, surely.
More fool me. But...I need my church back." Vincent was under a lot of stress. Whatever was coming down he knew, willing or no, he was a key player. If so, surely his creature comforts were due him, by right? He wanted to go back to his room, his home.
He wanted Alessa back, to advise him what to do.
He wanted Curt back as well. But how was he supposed to get that, when he had told Curt off?
"Alright... we'll get it back, then," Ulf said. The priest wasn't a bad guy, really... not creepy, at least. What he was was burdened with a sort of leadership, and he'd already said he wasn't cut out for it. Ulf actually felt for the guy; he had a lot on his shoulders. The important thing was to try and get the other folk in town to stand by him instead of shun him.
It was getting cold out in the courtyard. Vincent had no place to stay in the hospital either; he had been staying in Curt's room, in a chair by his bed. He went back in, and looked at a bench, dubiously.
Like all hospital benches, it wasn't exactly made for comfort.
He tried stretching out on it anyway.
"Stay with me? Please. Just until I can get some sleep..."
"Yeah, sure, I'll stick around. Uh.. you sure you don't want a bed? I'm sure there's more than just two..." The bench looked horribly uncomfortable.
"Beds are for the wounded. All my injuries are far too deep for a doctor to heal..." Vincent overcame his reluctance and leaned on Ulf.
after a moment, he reached for a wing and sort of draped it around himself, like a wind shelter.
Aw, cute. Ulf raised his eyebrows in surprise, but didn't back off. Indeed, he let Vincent pull the wing over himself, and Ulf wrapped it around him more comfortably. After all, there was that contact with the membrane, which always sent shivers through him. And of course, it was good to be needed. He moved a little so Vincent's weight (what little there was) wouldn't have him cramping in discomfort in minutes, and then just leaned back. "Get some sleep. We'll figure this out after."
In spite of all weighing on his mind, Vincent hadn't had a decent night's sleep in some time. He was out like a light pretty quickly.