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Log: Complete
When; Oct 29th ( morning)
Rating; PG
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noh_dancer, Vincent snarky_padre_v
Summary; An attempt at reconsiliation? ( Attempt being the key word)
Log;
Vincent liked the cathedral. it struck him as a particularly Christian looking piece of work, in essence, altho there was nothing wrong with that; the followers of the undead son of a father god certainly had a flair for architecture, if naught else.
he knew he'd been a bit rash with the young female the Crimson One had sent him, but in a sense it angered him that he was supposed to be looked after.
if, in fact the god knew him-and oh! did he want the god to know him better with all the feverish desire of a man repressed- then the god also knew he had a distaste for women, an apprehension about them. it was born of a breach of trust, after all. sister Claudia...but he didn't want to think about that now.
Vincent played idly with a few shards of broken stained glass and waited for someone to approach him.
-
Keico was wandering the vaulted halls, peeking into the odd unlocked room looking for her charge.
Last night she had left him as soon as they hit the cathedral's massive double doors and made for the broken-hinged door tucked away behind the alter and sacristy.
She had then spent the remainder of the evening curled up in darkness on the stone floor, her body asleep, but her mind awake and conversing in thought, and feeling with her mentor.
He had been sympathetic, and angry by equal turns, and after a goodly amount of chastising her for her actions ( easily viewable in her turbulent memories) he had told her to not only find the wayward priest, but to apologize...
Needless to say this didn't sit very well with her, but she didn't want to be punished again, so she had searched out the kitchens and decided to make food for two by way of reparation.
Unfortunately, said looney was nowhere to be found in the usual living areas, so she had been searching room after room; all the while carrying a covered tray of eggs toast and bacon. ( Not her favorite, but it seemed suitably western, and therefore appropriate for the gaijin)
About to give up and return to the cool darkness of the catacombs, she decided to try the chapel just for good measure....and low and behold: there he was fiddling with broken glass.
After a deep, cleansing breath she approached.
" Hi.."- a mental pat on the back for managing to sound civil- " Uh...Good morning....I um...I brought you something to eat."
Sounded good to her by way of apology, here's hoping he wouldn't start in on flippancy this early in the morning.
-
"oh." Vincent sat up, more or less pushing his legs under himself so he was in a sitting position. he dusted off his clothes, resettled his spectacles on his nose- they really, it seemed, were a bit ill fitting- and looked at the tray with interest. "thank you. I'm famished."
-
He looked terrible, but Keico managed to keep her comments to herself, and after a cursory inspection settled down to sit in front of him with the tray between them.
Maybe after they ate she could coax him into a trip to the hot springs?
She said nothing while pulling a restaurant-style wrapped set of silver ware from her pocket, then a set of hashii for herself.
Two plates, two mugs and a decanter of coffee later, she lifted the lid on the covered part of the tray and set that squarely between them.
" I wasn't sure if you were a coffee or tea kind of guy, so I guessed." she queitly mentioned, and dug into her other pocket to spill a few packs of sugar onto the tray.
Figuring there was no need to stand on ceremony, she started taking servings of eggs from the communal tray and make up her own plate.
-
"Thanks," he said again, almost immediately reaching for toast when he saw it. he bit a piece and sat back, masticating it carefully.
He didn't speak again until he swallowed. At least he had some table manners. "Tea is soothing, I prefer coffee," he said, "It pays to keep on your toes. I find in the light of more recent events it might do me well to be...vigilant." He looked around, a little nervously actually. He wasn't going to admit it, but all the talk of demons had him edgy. "After all, it's not like like you or anyone else can keep a weathered eye out for me all the time, a man needs to know how to look after himself. 'put on the full armor of God'! or so these sorts..." waving his toast abstractly at the cathedral design, inferring its possible Christian designers, "might say."
-
Well, looks like the looney was feeling more sane this morning,becausethat was the most intelligent thing she'd heard him say so far.
"Then, correct me if I'm wrong, but you have no self-defense capability at all?" She asked before taking a sip of coffee.
It wasn't meant to sound irritating, or even sarcastic; simply a practical question that could definitely have an effect on the landscape.
"Because if not, well have to see about getting you a gun, and maybe some basic lessons..." she continued, mentally making a to-do list.
-
"It's true I'm not a fighter," he said carefully, "but that's no reason to expect I'd start bandying guns around. they seem so...uncouth. Messy, and unpredictable." he sat forward, and if she'd not seen it before she might notice it now- a bit of a dangerous glint in his eye. He looked hungry, but not for the food they were indulging in.
It was gone almost before it could be noticed. "On the other hand," he said, "I've always been handy with books. I've heard more rumors than imaginable that there are some things one can learn. Powers, a sort of magic. I know, I know," he waved his hand dismisally, "Who am I kidding? that stuff is probably just fairytales. You must admit it has a lot more appeal though then just the grunt and bullying of aggressive weapons, and fight training."
-
...And it was going so well.....
The blatant derogatory comments about the merits of having combat training earned him a mild glare in response.
" Well whatever you've got in your head, let me in on it before I have to squeegee you up out of the Underground because you decided to piss off one of the demons there." She said, letting a mild note of irritation creep into her voice.
Did Keico have a good idea where to look for the sorts of things he wanted to find? Yes.
Did she believe for a minute he would get what he wanted without being raped, tortured, jeered at and then thrown out on his ass? Nope.
Hmm, however the idea had appeal. Let him get smacked around a little until he got a little more understanding for what could happen to 'meer mortals' here.
"....Maybe you yould start with the library..." she suggested innocently enough. " I found a lot of stuff out about your world there..and about the worlds a few of my friends come from".
-
Vincent shrugged. he probably already knew that with great knowledge came great mindfuckery... and torture, buggery and all that.
It wasn't as tho he hadn't been under the thumbs of others before. "Alright," he said, "but if the library turns out ot be less than adequate for my needs I may need an escort- a GUIDE, if you like-- to show me where to find the things I ~really~ want. Each trains according to his skills, I thought.
Can you honestly see me working out as anyone's idea of muscle??" he chuckled, "I haven't survived as long as I have trying to do things I know I'm incapable of."
-
The idea of escorting Vincent around the city and having to put up with his obnoxious behavior for god knows how long nearly made Keico lose her appetite.
Fortunately she had learned the fine art of keeping expressionless during such situations years ago, and concentrated on her food.
Maybe that was the key? Treating Vincent like any other mark?...The difference being she couldn't actually kill him, no matter how much she might feel he deserved it.
" I can show you the library, but first I'm taking you to the public bathhouse." she stated with a glance that took in his disheveled state, "....and maybe find you some clothes..."; a quiet afterthought.
-
"I'd like that very much," he said, undiscreetly lowering his head towards his armpit for a sniffcheck.
his shirt would pass, dust aside, but after that last little dream his pants were looking a bit stained.
"Something more fitting, I think, considering the turn of events. besides, I think a bit of gainful employment might do my soul good...I can't just go wandering around all day like some of you folk do."
-
Keico managed to keep her irritated reaction to only stabbing a bit of egg with her hashii.
Pompous prick....
"As what? From what you just told me you have no marketable skills." she deadpanned. ...Well, at least she was having a better time hiding her temper this morning?
" After yesterday, most people are going to think you're completly insane. No one wants a crazy employee who could just as easily wander off while on the job." Well...except maybe some of the freaks who were looking for varying degrees of test subjects.
The snake guy, and 'Dr.' Hojo to name a few.....
After a couple more bites, she finished off her plate, then started stacking the dirty dishes on the tray, then looked up with a raised eyebrow expression that read 'You finished, yet?'.
-
Vincent was a slow eater. He pushed his food around the plate for the nth time, setting it up in meticulous little piles before eating a bite and then repeating the moving process before eating another. "I'm a priest," he said simply, "Time I acted like one. I thought I'd seek out the hospital. see if they needed a chaplain. giving solace to the dying would be a relaxing pasttime, I am sure. and potentially a lucrative one..." he had no marketable skills, sure, but in spite of his arrogance he had a certain sleazy charm and, once clear headed, probably was a little smarter than she gave him credit for. He seemed harmless, unobtrusive.
the perfect specs for a bit of spywork...but this, of course,was not what his words meant. There was a definite inferrence he saw no wrong in offering solace of another kind. Being written at the last minute into someone's will for providing a last bit of solace seemed right up his alley....
-
Keico shook her head, and let a short mirthless laugh slip before getting her expression back under control.
" You really don't listen, do you? Nothing dies here. There is a hospital, but I doubt you're going to be able to pass yourself off as some sort of good samaritan." she commented cynically.
Well, if he wasn't done eating, she would just go ahead and smoke here....There was probably something blasphemous about lighting up in a church, but seeing as how no one really seemed to be around, she figured it wouldn't hurt anything; just throw the filter out later when Vincent was ready to leave.
Leaning back, she unzipped the thigh poclet of her vinyl pants, and tapped out a cigarette from the battered pack she dug out.
Then, after a bit of searching through the chest pocket of the over-sized men's dress shirt, she removed a lighter.
Once lit, she reclined a little, supporting herself on one arm, and exhaled away from Vincent's face.
-
"I am a good man," he muttered, sounding as much as tho he was saying it to hear himself say it, make himself believe it, as to convince her, "and I have a calling. I'll adjust to this place in time. And then? You'll be eating that smarmy attitude you have, wait and see."
-
" Uh-huh, sure." Another draw off the cigarette, " Keep telling yourself that, Vincent, and you just might believe it some day."
Ok, so her irritation wasn't as hidden as she'd like, but come on! He had been consistently poking at her since they sat down, and she was a tad unhappy tobe having to babysit him again.
The man didn't even have enough sense to sleep in a proper room, how was she supposed to trust him to do anything? And did she get even an ounce of gratitude? Nope.
" Are you done picking, yet? I'd like to get this stuff cleaned up so we can head out." she asked.
After last night's conversation with Cori, she had hoped to be able to get Vincent settled in and distracted with something in order to slip away.
She needed to talk to him...well, Cori or John.
Too much was going on, and she couldn't very well take her charge with her. He was scarce fit for any kind of company, and if Keico had to resist the urge to gut him every other hour, Cori had no such compunctions. Best to lose Vincent for a while, then track him down again later.
-
"I suppose. I can finish this later. maybe find someplace to heat it up in such a way that it's fit to eat." he sniffed, pushing his plate aside, "Take me to the baths. I can't bear the feel of my skin like this a moment longer."
-
She bristled at the continued pretension, but managed not to say anything this time around.
Her movements were a little sharper than usual as she stacked the plates, mugs, and silver ware onto the tray, then stood; the cigarette held between the ring and pinky finger of her maimed hand.
Standing, she braced the tray on her hip, and regarded Vincent. " Fine, come on." she managed, again, deadpanned, then turned on her heel and started walking without waiting to see if he was going to follow.
....So much for a better start.
Rating; PG
Characters; Scarab
noh_dancer, Vincent snarky_padre_vSummary; An attempt at reconsiliation? ( Attempt being the key word)
Log;
Vincent liked the cathedral. it struck him as a particularly Christian looking piece of work, in essence, altho there was nothing wrong with that; the followers of the undead son of a father god certainly had a flair for architecture, if naught else.
he knew he'd been a bit rash with the young female the Crimson One had sent him, but in a sense it angered him that he was supposed to be looked after.
if, in fact the god knew him-and oh! did he want the god to know him better with all the feverish desire of a man repressed- then the god also knew he had a distaste for women, an apprehension about them. it was born of a breach of trust, after all. sister Claudia...but he didn't want to think about that now.
Vincent played idly with a few shards of broken stained glass and waited for someone to approach him.
-
Keico was wandering the vaulted halls, peeking into the odd unlocked room looking for her charge.
Last night she had left him as soon as they hit the cathedral's massive double doors and made for the broken-hinged door tucked away behind the alter and sacristy.
She had then spent the remainder of the evening curled up in darkness on the stone floor, her body asleep, but her mind awake and conversing in thought, and feeling with her mentor.
He had been sympathetic, and angry by equal turns, and after a goodly amount of chastising her for her actions ( easily viewable in her turbulent memories) he had told her to not only find the wayward priest, but to apologize...
Needless to say this didn't sit very well with her, but she didn't want to be punished again, so she had searched out the kitchens and decided to make food for two by way of reparation.
Unfortunately, said looney was nowhere to be found in the usual living areas, so she had been searching room after room; all the while carrying a covered tray of eggs toast and bacon. ( Not her favorite, but it seemed suitably western, and therefore appropriate for the gaijin)
About to give up and return to the cool darkness of the catacombs, she decided to try the chapel just for good measure....and low and behold: there he was fiddling with broken glass.
After a deep, cleansing breath she approached.
" Hi.."- a mental pat on the back for managing to sound civil- " Uh...Good morning....I um...I brought you something to eat."
Sounded good to her by way of apology, here's hoping he wouldn't start in on flippancy this early in the morning.
-
"oh." Vincent sat up, more or less pushing his legs under himself so he was in a sitting position. he dusted off his clothes, resettled his spectacles on his nose- they really, it seemed, were a bit ill fitting- and looked at the tray with interest. "thank you. I'm famished."
-
He looked terrible, but Keico managed to keep her comments to herself, and after a cursory inspection settled down to sit in front of him with the tray between them.
Maybe after they ate she could coax him into a trip to the hot springs?
She said nothing while pulling a restaurant-style wrapped set of silver ware from her pocket, then a set of hashii for herself.
Two plates, two mugs and a decanter of coffee later, she lifted the lid on the covered part of the tray and set that squarely between them.
" I wasn't sure if you were a coffee or tea kind of guy, so I guessed." she queitly mentioned, and dug into her other pocket to spill a few packs of sugar onto the tray.
Figuring there was no need to stand on ceremony, she started taking servings of eggs from the communal tray and make up her own plate.
-
"Thanks," he said again, almost immediately reaching for toast when he saw it. he bit a piece and sat back, masticating it carefully.
He didn't speak again until he swallowed. At least he had some table manners. "Tea is soothing, I prefer coffee," he said, "It pays to keep on your toes. I find in the light of more recent events it might do me well to be...vigilant." He looked around, a little nervously actually. He wasn't going to admit it, but all the talk of demons had him edgy. "After all, it's not like like you or anyone else can keep a weathered eye out for me all the time, a man needs to know how to look after himself. 'put on the full armor of God'! or so these sorts..." waving his toast abstractly at the cathedral design, inferring its possible Christian designers, "might say."
-
Well, looks like the looney was feeling more sane this morning,becausethat was the most intelligent thing she'd heard him say so far.
"Then, correct me if I'm wrong, but you have no self-defense capability at all?" She asked before taking a sip of coffee.
It wasn't meant to sound irritating, or even sarcastic; simply a practical question that could definitely have an effect on the landscape.
"Because if not, well have to see about getting you a gun, and maybe some basic lessons..." she continued, mentally making a to-do list.
-
"It's true I'm not a fighter," he said carefully, "but that's no reason to expect I'd start bandying guns around. they seem so...uncouth. Messy, and unpredictable." he sat forward, and if she'd not seen it before she might notice it now- a bit of a dangerous glint in his eye. He looked hungry, but not for the food they were indulging in.
It was gone almost before it could be noticed. "On the other hand," he said, "I've always been handy with books. I've heard more rumors than imaginable that there are some things one can learn. Powers, a sort of magic. I know, I know," he waved his hand dismisally, "Who am I kidding? that stuff is probably just fairytales. You must admit it has a lot more appeal though then just the grunt and bullying of aggressive weapons, and fight training."
-
...And it was going so well.....
The blatant derogatory comments about the merits of having combat training earned him a mild glare in response.
" Well whatever you've got in your head, let me in on it before I have to squeegee you up out of the Underground because you decided to piss off one of the demons there." She said, letting a mild note of irritation creep into her voice.
Did Keico have a good idea where to look for the sorts of things he wanted to find? Yes.
Did she believe for a minute he would get what he wanted without being raped, tortured, jeered at and then thrown out on his ass? Nope.
Hmm, however the idea had appeal. Let him get smacked around a little until he got a little more understanding for what could happen to 'meer mortals' here.
"....Maybe you yould start with the library..." she suggested innocently enough. " I found a lot of stuff out about your world there..and about the worlds a few of my friends come from".
-
Vincent shrugged. he probably already knew that with great knowledge came great mindfuckery... and torture, buggery and all that.
It wasn't as tho he hadn't been under the thumbs of others before. "Alright," he said, "but if the library turns out ot be less than adequate for my needs I may need an escort- a GUIDE, if you like-- to show me where to find the things I ~really~ want. Each trains according to his skills, I thought.
Can you honestly see me working out as anyone's idea of muscle??" he chuckled, "I haven't survived as long as I have trying to do things I know I'm incapable of."
-
The idea of escorting Vincent around the city and having to put up with his obnoxious behavior for god knows how long nearly made Keico lose her appetite.
Fortunately she had learned the fine art of keeping expressionless during such situations years ago, and concentrated on her food.
Maybe that was the key? Treating Vincent like any other mark?...The difference being she couldn't actually kill him, no matter how much she might feel he deserved it.
" I can show you the library, but first I'm taking you to the public bathhouse." she stated with a glance that took in his disheveled state, "....and maybe find you some clothes..."; a quiet afterthought.
-
"I'd like that very much," he said, undiscreetly lowering his head towards his armpit for a sniffcheck.
his shirt would pass, dust aside, but after that last little dream his pants were looking a bit stained.
"Something more fitting, I think, considering the turn of events. besides, I think a bit of gainful employment might do my soul good...I can't just go wandering around all day like some of you folk do."
-
Keico managed to keep her irritated reaction to only stabbing a bit of egg with her hashii.
Pompous prick....
"As what? From what you just told me you have no marketable skills." she deadpanned. ...Well, at least she was having a better time hiding her temper this morning?
" After yesterday, most people are going to think you're completly insane. No one wants a crazy employee who could just as easily wander off while on the job." Well...except maybe some of the freaks who were looking for varying degrees of test subjects.
The snake guy, and 'Dr.' Hojo to name a few.....
After a couple more bites, she finished off her plate, then started stacking the dirty dishes on the tray, then looked up with a raised eyebrow expression that read 'You finished, yet?'.
-
Vincent was a slow eater. He pushed his food around the plate for the nth time, setting it up in meticulous little piles before eating a bite and then repeating the moving process before eating another. "I'm a priest," he said simply, "Time I acted like one. I thought I'd seek out the hospital. see if they needed a chaplain. giving solace to the dying would be a relaxing pasttime, I am sure. and potentially a lucrative one..." he had no marketable skills, sure, but in spite of his arrogance he had a certain sleazy charm and, once clear headed, probably was a little smarter than she gave him credit for. He seemed harmless, unobtrusive.
the perfect specs for a bit of spywork...but this, of course,was not what his words meant. There was a definite inferrence he saw no wrong in offering solace of another kind. Being written at the last minute into someone's will for providing a last bit of solace seemed right up his alley....
-
Keico shook her head, and let a short mirthless laugh slip before getting her expression back under control.
" You really don't listen, do you? Nothing dies here. There is a hospital, but I doubt you're going to be able to pass yourself off as some sort of good samaritan." she commented cynically.
Well, if he wasn't done eating, she would just go ahead and smoke here....There was probably something blasphemous about lighting up in a church, but seeing as how no one really seemed to be around, she figured it wouldn't hurt anything; just throw the filter out later when Vincent was ready to leave.
Leaning back, she unzipped the thigh poclet of her vinyl pants, and tapped out a cigarette from the battered pack she dug out.
Then, after a bit of searching through the chest pocket of the over-sized men's dress shirt, she removed a lighter.
Once lit, she reclined a little, supporting herself on one arm, and exhaled away from Vincent's face.
-
"I am a good man," he muttered, sounding as much as tho he was saying it to hear himself say it, make himself believe it, as to convince her, "and I have a calling. I'll adjust to this place in time. And then? You'll be eating that smarmy attitude you have, wait and see."
-
" Uh-huh, sure." Another draw off the cigarette, " Keep telling yourself that, Vincent, and you just might believe it some day."
Ok, so her irritation wasn't as hidden as she'd like, but come on! He had been consistently poking at her since they sat down, and she was a tad unhappy tobe having to babysit him again.
The man didn't even have enough sense to sleep in a proper room, how was she supposed to trust him to do anything? And did she get even an ounce of gratitude? Nope.
" Are you done picking, yet? I'd like to get this stuff cleaned up so we can head out." she asked.
After last night's conversation with Cori, she had hoped to be able to get Vincent settled in and distracted with something in order to slip away.
She needed to talk to him...well, Cori or John.
Too much was going on, and she couldn't very well take her charge with her. He was scarce fit for any kind of company, and if Keico had to resist the urge to gut him every other hour, Cori had no such compunctions. Best to lose Vincent for a while, then track him down again later.
-
"I suppose. I can finish this later. maybe find someplace to heat it up in such a way that it's fit to eat." he sniffed, pushing his plate aside, "Take me to the baths. I can't bear the feel of my skin like this a moment longer."
-
She bristled at the continued pretension, but managed not to say anything this time around.
Her movements were a little sharper than usual as she stacked the plates, mugs, and silver ware onto the tray, then stood; the cigarette held between the ring and pinky finger of her maimed hand.
Standing, she braced the tray on her hip, and regarded Vincent. " Fine, come on." she managed, again, deadpanned, then turned on her heel and started walking without waiting to see if he was going to follow.
....So much for a better start.