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[snarky-padre-v.livejournal.com]

When; December 20th, sometime in the evening
Rating; PG?
Characters; Father Vincent snarky_padre_v,Lyra Silvertongue lyra-of-dust (&Pan! who's a pine marten,not a ferret!),Heather Mason daddys-angel17,Fox Mulder m1jac0ge0,Dana Scully scullylogic,Shizune medic-assistant, Unohana 4thdiv-healer
Summary; Concerned about the sudden appearance of Heather, Vincent makes a rare housecall. But will his enemies let him walk out as he walked in?
Log;

Vincent was nervous. There was no denying that.
He knew full and well that since his arrival at this City, he had quickly become a man of many enemies. To a lesser extent, he accepted that; even in Silent Hill, where once he had had influence he had never exactly had anything remotely like popularity.
Heather had seen him on the wane. Where once he had had power, even fear and respect. The tables had turned when Sister Claudia had tracked down Heather. Her warped view of paradise, and her dream scheme to force the girl to birth the god had split the Order in half, and inevitably, brought down Vincent's empire.

But all that was ancient history.
It mattered to no one but him, and who was he?
Xuchilbara's lackey, insofar as most the City was concerned. In some ways it amused him, how much credence his words were given; he was hated, but for his smarmy commentary on the City's network moreso than for any actions he was capable of dealing.
All he had was some knowledge of the cult, and the history of a town he would, apparently due to the deaths he had been summarily dealt while here, never see again.

And...well, no. Maybe he wasn't entirely harmless. But he certainly wasn't going into this with any intent to fight.In spite of the animosity dealt him, he was a creature capable of still feeling, and that side of him that was still human had precious little control over that welter of emotions.
It hurt him greatly to think that after all he'd done back then, after all he had tried in his own cryptic, weird little way to help, Heather didn't trust him, didn't care for him at all.

Here was the problem- it was a fine line he was treading, this. Xuchilbara had warned him expressly to guard his life for once. New things were happening in this City. Death apparently had arrived, Morpheus's sister, and at the same time a cemetery had arisen in the gardens.
Perhaps were he destroyed again the god would not be able to revive him? or he would finally lose what little precious humanity he had left?
But...staying at the same house as Heather was the FBI agent, Fox Mulder.

Mulder and Scully had recently paid a little visit to the mansion of the Marked, their curiousity about all things paranormal piqued.
Agent Mulder had been...difficult, and had had to be... neutralized, had been the God's final judgement.

Xuchilbara could not lie, and it had been Vincent's job to turn the agent back out into the wild; would these others assume Vincent knew how to cure the work his Master had wrought?

Would they hurt him when they discovered that he could not?

Comments

[lyra-of-dust.livejournal.com]

Lyra opened the door and glared up at the man. From her shoulder, Pantalaimon glared at the man with an identical sullen expression. She wasn't carrying any weapon- though with that trick Cobray had taught her she didn't need one. Not to deal with him.

"Father Vincent I presume?" Lyra's voice was cold and sharp.

"Come inside. We're having tea." The tone was a disconcerting combination of polite deference and outright hostility.

"We may have some other guests. Behave yourself, and answer all questions they ask you. They're here to help Mr. Mulder." Again, her voice was polite but incredibly threatening for such a young girl, her expression shifting from a glare to that mask of bland, disinterested virtue that both she and her father wore so well.

[snarky-padre-v.livejournal.com]

"Tea? Tea would be nice..." Vincent certainly didn't seem to be half so cocky in person.
But then, he was feeling apprehensive about the situation, and also knew he had no friends here.

Likely as not, not even Heather...

"I...I'll see agent Mulder, if you want me to," he said, "but as you know what I really want is to talk to Heather. She...we knew one another, once. I just wanted to know what happened. How it all ended...then..." he lowered his head, "if she's alright."

[daddys-angel17.livejournal.com]

Heather had spent most of the day cooped up inside. She wanted nothing to do with those perverted plushes. She stared out the apartment window, watching all the havoc on the streets. Somehow.. this world was less threatening than her own. It was almost fun. It was a nice break from all the death and despair.

The girl heard the knocking and figured it was Vincent. Had so much really changed in such a short time? He acted so differently towards her yesterday.. Well, hopefully she and Lyra would get some answers out of him.

[m1jac0ge0.livejournal.com]

Mulder was quiet.
He had come to after the headache that had stricken him in Heather's presence.
He was sitting on the couch. Wary, but he had been wary the whole time he had been here.

He had been contenting himself looking at things on the network.
Maybe he was hoping to find his lost memories there, or maybe he was just amused reading about the kons that were all, thankfully outside.
It was more likely it was just something bright and pretty to look at, and he had forgotten what words meant again.

[snarky-padre-v.livejournal.com]

Lyra's arrogant look annoyed him.
It would be so easy to blurt out something snide; she had no reason to look so smug, and there was no way she was in any way superior to him.

How had he become something so diminished to everyone? Had none of them ever had a life changing experience?
Had none of them ever fallen in love so utterly as he had fallen for Xuchilbara?

[m1jac0ge0.livejournal.com]

Aware of something related to whatever had become of him, Mulder became aggitated, and rocked back and forth, muttering something, trying to calm himself.

[lyra-of-dust.livejournal.com]

Lyra raised an eyebrow at his expression. This man had no idea of the places she'd gone, the things she'd seen and done, all the misery and joy she'd been through. She wasn't about to tell him, but things probably wouldn't work out if he thought she was just a child.

"Do you think I'm just some kid? Do you really think I led a nice, safe, normal life before I came here?" she asked with that same look of bland virtue and a tone best described as sadistically sweet. Lyra wasn't as skilled at crushing people with the strength of her will as her father was, but she figured it would be easy enough. She looked at Vincent calmly, with ice blue eyes that suddenly seemed a lot older than her face would suggest. She'd dealt with worse things than some god's lackey. She was going to get what she wanted out of this man, and then she was going to get him out of her house.

[scullylogic.livejournal.com]

Scully arrived at the apartment, her gun cocked and ready in one hand. She was almost certain one of the members of the cult was here, and she already knew how dangerous they could be. She wanted some answers, and she was going to get them.

So angry was she at the people who did this to Mulder, Scully opened the door to the apartment without even knocking. "Lyra? This is Agent Scully. I'm here. Where are you?" Her tone was clipped, as she heard the voices coming from the kitchen.

[lyra-of-dust.livejournal.com]

"Ah, Miss Scully! We're in the kitchen, would you like some tea?" Lyra's voice was jovial, but she kept giving Vincent a sinister look. Pantalaimon flowed from her shoulders down to the table.

[m1jac0ge0.livejournal.com]

Mulder was still rocking himself, striking his back rather roughly against the chairback.
"Ineedtorememberineedtorememberineedtorememberineedtoremember" his muttered litany.

He looked their way when Heather looked at him. His eyes were huge, the pupils so large as to make his eyes seem almost black. Like someone just emerging from a too-dark room.

Mulder was clearly in a dark dark place, in his head, anyway.
He heard his name in the discussion, and it struck a chord with him. "Mul-der," he repeated, "my name is Mulder."

The name Xuchilbara caused him to wince, and squint his eyes closed. He looked in some sort of pain, and became more aggitated.
Well. At least it meant he was remembering something.

"His eyes! don'tlookdon'tlookdon'tlook" became the new litany.
Xuchilbara's eyes, no doubt. Although Vincent's eyes were not the ones he had been born with, there was nothing all that frightening about them.

[medic-assistant.livejournal.com]

Shizune didn't know why she had come. She wanted to help, she did, but... it was painful. She'd watched Kabuto lose his memory, and now this poor man? She closed her eyes for a moment before raising her hand to knock on the door. She didn't even know if she could help. She was a healer, yes, but of the mind?

It was with an air of unease that she knocked gently, unware of what was going on inside.

[4thdiv-healer.livejournal.com]

Unohana knocked lightly on the apartment door.

The young girl who lived there had asked her to come and see a man at her residence. She hadn't offered up much information about the man's condition, only that she believed he might have been drugged and that something had "messed with his head". Unohana hoped a personal examination would provide her with a little more. Not knowing what to expect, she was comforted by both the presence of Minazuki on her back, and Isane by her side.

[snarky-padre-v.livejournal.com]

Vincent hissed, and then smiled at Lyra's threat. He glanced over though, when he heard Agent Scully somewhere.

And we were so nice to her, he thought, she even got coffee and cakes. He sighed.

"Miss Lyra. You're touching my shoulder." he said calmly, "I was under the impression when we spoke this was to be a fair meeting. Communication. I walk out as I walked in. Why do you think I came unarmed, and alone? or... is this how the supposedly righteous comport themselves? Don't you think threatening someone you offered amnesty to is a bit...evil, hmm?"

[lyra-of-dust.livejournal.com]

"Righteous? Me?" Lyra snickered. "Your the second person to call me that, and I really don't think that label fits. I en't particularly evil. I'm just doing what I got to to help my friend. How's that evil?" Lyra asked sweetly.

"Now talk."

[lyra-of-dust.livejournal.com]

"Come in, come in, let's have some tea and a civil discussion!" Lyra called out. There was no way she'd let Vincent out of her sight... However, she had two pairs of eyes, and Heather could stop him if he tried anything funny, so she headed out of the kitchen to open the door.

"I'm so glad you could make it! And one of the people responsible came to, but I'm afraid he's not all that helpful," Lyra grinned cheerily as she led them into the kitchen.

[scullylogic.livejournal.com]

Scully rushed to the kitchen, stopping in her tracks as her eyes found Mulder in the corner, sitting in a chair, rocking back and forth. "Fox!" She cried out, uttering his given name for once. She ran to his side, putting the safety on her gun as she set it into its holster. She bent over, wrapping an arm around his shoulders while she tilted his chin with her hand. "Fox...it's me. Dana Scully."

She fought back the tears that threatened to erupt at the blankness in his eyes, the total unrecognition. How could this be? How could he forget her? Forget everything? Forget their son, their time together? This hurt more than when she had to give up her son for adoption. The pain was unbearable.

But that pain soon turned to hate as she turned and saw Vincent. "You...you bastard." Scully reached for her gun, undoing the safety, and held it up to the priest. "You BASTARD!!! WHAT DID YOUR CULT DO TO HIM?" Normally, Scully was composed. She had gone through hell and back, God knew. But this...this was the last straw for her.

[m1jac0ge0.livejournal.com]

There were too many people now. Too much noise. Mulder paced in circles talking to himself about it, and finally went back to lay down on the couch again.

They could talk about him without him, couldn't they?

He passed agent Scully without so much as a glimmer of recognition in his eyes.

[medic-assistant.livejournal.com]

Nodding to the shinigami captain, Shizune entered side by side with the other woman. She knew her well, after all, Unohana was the doctor watching her pregnancy. But this scene... was chaos.

Pausing, blinking, Shizune stood stock still, closing the door behind her softly. There were many people, all engaged in activity. She didn't even know who was injured, who was the enemy, who was... but she recognized that man... the priest... from the ship. Which immediately put her on edge as she waited for Lyra to explain.

[lyra-of-dust.livejournal.com]

"Ah, Miss Shizune, I'd like you to meet Heather Mason, who's staying at my flat for a bit. Mr. Mulder, who's lost his memory, and Miss Scully, his partner. And that man who it seems you've met is Vincent." Lyra read the woman's reactions and answered her unspoken question.

"Heather and I are going to speak with Vincent, so if you and Miss Unohana could see what you could do for Mr. Mulder? I think Miss Scully would like to come with you," she added in a disinterested tone, keeping her seething emotions from her face and eyes.

[snarky-padre-v.livejournal.com]

Vincent looked around for Heather.
She was the only one here he really wanted to see, to talk to.

Surely she'd at least sense how woefully outnumbered and overwhelmed he was, wouldn't she?

Couldn't she at least care about that?

Agent Scully was pointing a gun at him.
So this is it, he thought, I'm going to die again.

Xulchibara was right. He should never have come here.
He closed his eyes.

"Nothing he didn't bring upon himself," he said carefully. "Dana. You met Lady Alessa. You know how important she is to us. To the Crimson One. His irrational behavior could not go unmet, unpunished.
It's not within my power to fix, for it was not within my power to do to him. And whereas it means little to any of you, I stayed with him. I stayed until he was awake, and then I brought him back out so he could be returned to you."

[lyra-of-dust.livejournal.com]

Lyra glared at him, then thrust a cup of tea in front of Vincent.

"How many sugars? Would you like some biscuits?" He didn't have anything to tell them, but perhaps she could get him to ask his master. Just a bit more talking, and she'd see if she could.

[m1jac0ge0.livejournal.com]

((Hey, where'd Heather go? This was getting interesting.))


Mulder had returned to his computer, but he was looking at it with incomprehension.

He starting typing anyway.

[snarky-padre-v.livejournal.com]

((OOC:))


"I would love some biscuits, Lyra." Vincent said, and smiled nastily.

So it was like this then, was it?
There wasn't much point in being civil anymore then.

[4thdiv-healer.livejournal.com]

Unohana smiled at Shizune and made a note to herself to ask the ninja medic how she was doing when they had a moment alone.

She listened as Lyra introduced the group. The flat was a little more crowded than she had expected, but Unohana was a little more concerned about the man in front of the computer. That was who she and Isane had come to help. Lyra said he had lost his memory, but until Unohana found out what had caused him to lose it, she wouldn't know how or if she could restore it.

[snarky-padre-v.livejournal.com]

"Mm. Lovely." Vincent lowered his head, looking at her over the rims of his glasses. Hair hanging in his eyes.
He took small, rodent-like nibbles of the biscuit he was holding, deliberately getting crumbs on the table.
Watching her the whole while. His point was clear-if all civility shown him was going to be a facade, if this was going to be a kangaroo court instead of his promised visit with Heather, if he stood the chance of being hurt or killed when he'd been promised safe passage, then he had no reason to make nice anymore...

[lyra-of-dust.livejournal.com]

"So how do you know Heather?" A spark of interest showed through her eyes, and her tone was for once devoid of anything malicious or threatening, showing only polite interest.

[m1jac0ge0.livejournal.com]

Being questioned obviously brought something unpleasant back to Mulder. He brought his fist to his mouth to stop himself from crying out; biting the knuckles of his figners hard enough to leave indentations.
He squinted his eyes shut. Started rocking himself again, striking the wall with his back.
"don'tlookdon'tlookdon'tlookdon'tlook" he muttered for awhile, and then finally,
"..."

[medic-assistant.livejournal.com]

Shizune immediately shut her mouth. She watched his movements carefully. Nervousness. Muscle twitches. Spasms. Paranoid behavior. Neurotic symptoms. She shut her eyes for a moment, trying to will images of a gray-haired man from her own memory. They were interfering.

"Miss Scully..." She gestured towards Mulder. He needed her. "... and once you comfort him I need to ask you some questions."

[daddys-angel17.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Took a comp break, sorry. XD;]

All the people and drama had made Heather become uneasy. She tried her best to slip through the room and towards the door. Sure, she wanted answers.. but damn there was a lot of people.

[lyra-of-dust.livejournal.com]

"Hey, Heather come back!" Lyra waved at her from where she was sitting next to Vincent. Heather was obviously important to Vincent, so having her around would help. The medics could try and help Mulder and Scully, right now she wanted to see if she could get Vincent to cooperate.

[snarky-padre-v.livejournal.com]

"I don't know. I was rather indisposed by the time she actually had to deal with Sister Claudia, being stabbed at the time." He glanced levelly where Heather had been. "that's why I wanted to talk to her. I never saw what happened..."

[lyra-of-dust.livejournal.com]

"That's interesting... I guess you don't know how to help Mr. Mulder after all then," while there was nothing sinister in her voice, there was dissapointment. Pantalaimon sat placidly on the table, and Lyra pouted.

"Indisposed- oh, I see then. According to her, she defeated the god thing- right Heather? Lyra asked brightly.

[m1jac0ge0.livejournal.com]

((I think ScullyMUN went offline.
Is there any way the medics could figure out the clue?
Read some of his back entries and figure out that Xs have some relevance?
It still may be up to finding out what Father Vincent knows if there is no one to interpret what Mulder typed.))

[medic-assistant.livejournal.com]

((I'm afraid Shizune has... no computer skills. XD But if Scully-mun isn't back on I will be on the comp a whole lot the next few days on break from school, so...?

Though if you've any idea how Shizune could think of something I'm open to it.))

[snarky-padre-v.livejournal.com]

Vincent winced at Heather's indifference to him.
She might as well have had Claudia's knife and dealt him another wound.
Lyra was right; there were far worse things than death.

He stood up, and brushed the crumbs from his lap.

"Well," he said, trying to gather his dignity and not let his upset show, "I guess we're done here. Thank you for the tea..."

Now's the moment.
Was he going to walk out that door, or take a blow to the back for daring to try?

[daddys-angel17.livejournal.com]

"We're not done. I've been hearing shit about the Cult's little activities here." Heather narrowed her eyes. "Why can't you all just be happy with the world and stop trying to create 'paradise'?"