When one door shuts... [Complete]

[touchofcrimson]

Characters: Zolf J. Kimbley, Vincent Valentine
Setting: Entrance Room
Time: Day 15
Summary: Arrival of a new houseguest.
Warnings: Uh. Mild violence? As Raile says, they get on like a house on fire.

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I am sorry it took so long! Hello.

[nightmareofsin]

The house was vast.

Excessively vast, in fact, vast enough that it was quite clearly not one but two houses, attached via interior expansio, a peculiarity that made Vincent frown when he'd finally put it together in the map in his head. Two houses, two stories tall, plus an attic and... what could be considered something akin to basement. Two halves interlocking into comething that could be conceivably considered a whole, yet not even a cohesive unit. It was

[touchofcrimson]

Too late, Kimbley heard the footsteps behind him. So he wasn't alone. The voice was male, low, and carried no hint of friendliness. With that kind of tone, one might hesitate to face its source.

Instead, he closed his eyes again, seemingly ignoring the newcomer for the moment, concentrating on the door. It felt like any other door he'd encountered, mostly wood, metal in the hinges. So why was it still standing

[nightmareofsin]

Vincent watched the man through narrowed slits, his eyes widening slightly as he turned around--

He--

Images of Hojo's last moments--last known--flashed quickly through his mind, disorienting him; he half-reeled and his expression darkened as creases of memory and anger lined what could be seen behind the cloak. His voice dropped dangerously, the gun following Kimbley as he moved--was this...? The cocky hat tilt, that smile... that wasn't...

He didn't move, blocking the entranceway with his considerable height.

"It won't open."

[touchofcrimson]

Kimbley pushed off the door now, straightening himself as he took a pocketwatch out, examining it with an unconcerned air. Two o'clock. He was going to be late. He continued favoring the other man with a calm smile, tucking the pocketwatch away as he focused his gaze not on the gun, but on that strange face.

"And why won't it open? Did you shut it?" His eyes flicked left and right momentarily, gauging the room. Open space, he could use, but for the moment, it amused him to let the gunman have his say. He hadn't shot him on sight, after all, which was a big mistake for him. Quite fortuitous for Kimbley, considering the man was well within range.