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Log;completed
When; January 19th? in the evening
Rating;PG or so. nothing shocking but a cuss here or there.
Characters; Stanley Coleman![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
stancoleman & Father Vincentsnarky_padre_v
Summary; Stanley Coleman has arrived in the City, and meets with his old psychologist in the new coffeehouse.
Log;
This strange city was getting to Stan and he wanted to venture out. Exploring the neon gods he noticed one that read "Starbucks"
"I've heard they make coffee here. I don't think I have money, but I can always browse in to look."
Stan opened the door to this place, and looked at the menu. "Good Lord! $4.00 for a small cup of coffee?!?!?!"
Vincent was sitting on one of the love seats towards the back, his feet up on a small coffeetable.
It wasn't exactly his office he'd had in Silent Hill, but his obvious comfortableness in this environment might call it to mind.
He looked up when he heard Stan enter.
"And if you think that's expensive, have a look at the frappacinos. still. It will serve its purpose, this place. So. You still haven't answered me, how is it you come to be here, Stanley?"
Stanley wasn't too thrilled to hear the voice, but not having anywhere to go he sat across from Vincent.
"C'mon Vincent you know about Silent Hill. Use your imagination."
"Oh, I know plenty about Silent Hill alright," VIncent agreed, folding the newspaper he'd been perusing. He pushed his glasses back more firmly onto the bridge of his nose, and shifted his position a little, "but this isn't it. And yet... some folks do come back. We're not the only folk from the Hill who've arrived here, Stanley. You are aware of that, aren't you? Perhaps YOU can tell ME what you make of all this...anything I might need to know?"
Stan paused and bit his lower lip. "I met Heather today, and she told me that the Alessa here in the City isn't the Alessa that I grew up with, wanting to love."
Stan then paused, "I don't want the Alessa here Vincent."
Vincent almost said something about not wanting her either, but altho Stanely was far from a heathen, he was also a bit adverse to discussing his problems with the 'family' with anyone. Although Henry had mocked Agent Mulder with the fact that Vincent was unhappy with the family, it was no secret he actually was. Xuchilbara's roving eye, and Alessa's haughtiness both did not sit well with him, nor did the Pyramidhead attacks.
But no matter...
"That's good, Stanley. Maybe now you can find yourself a more...healthy attachment." He wasn't about to explain how it came to be that Townshend now had the powers meant for Stanley in the first place. Vincent had always been good at keeping secrets, although, truth be told, it was hard to keep them from Stanley. The alleged crazy actually was pretty sane in spite of his hard luck, and no little psychic. "she has someone else, anyway."
Stanley sighed, a few tears coming from his eyes. "Why does fate have to be so fucking cruel?" He rested his head on his arms, shutting out the light of the outside world, but only for a moment.
"What about Heather? She's nice, but how old is she? Last I remember in 2000 she was 17."
"By the way, what's this deal with Henry being the new father?"
"Too young to know better, apparently," Vincent said ruefully, still sore at Heather's determination to keep making glib judgements about the Order. "People arrive here at odd moments of their lives, yanked from wherever fate had placed them. she may STILL be 17. As for Henry Townshend...he defeated Sullivan, ergo he is now The Conjurer. says it all really..." Vincent folded his arms over his thin chest and glared at Stanley, daring him to say otherwise.
"I want to stop that Townsend, but I don't want that Alessa. I want my Alessa! I want the Alessa that was selfishly burned by her mother to bring forth that malevolent deity. I want the Alessa that was to fucking become our God in the flesh!" Stan seethed, his rage getting the best of him.
He was now getting suicidal. What was the point of living when the one he was supposed to be destined with was seeing this Henry and Xuchilbara?
"I'm afraid whatever reason the gods had for letting us slip away and wind up here, we just have to live with it, Stan," Vincent was pretty unhappy with the state of affairs himself. His life of half assed villainy was starting to wear on him. Fact was, if Xuchilbara was going to go out prostelytizing for new lovers, and take Alessa and Henry to bed but not him, why the hell was he even hanging about?
Alessa and Henry hadn't been getting much of anywhere with the babymaking, either. Vincent suspected it was because Xulchi just didn't realize he couldn't BE as present and a part of that as he was.
If indeed somehow this Alessa was to be the divine vessel she would need more than just what she had. If only they could all figure out what...
"You know Vincent we could make our own sect for the Order. Are you familiar with either Raziel, Lobsel Vith, or Coatlbara?" Stanley Coleman asked.
"I don't know them in a Biblical sense if that's what you mean..." Vincent said, a little dourly.
Stanley sighed, "Figures, you never really knew anything did you?"
Stan looked at his hands, and suddenly said, "If you won't help with this, I'll do it."
Vincent stood up.
"I think I'd have been hard put to pass my ordination if I knew nothing, Stanley," ooh! hit a sore spot finally, and Vincent just wasn't enough into this still-your-psychologist ruse to not show it. "this whole place just twists and distorts everything! I was never an overzealous fool like MOST of the Order, but that's probably why I am alive and they are all dead!" He sat down again. Upset. Telling Stanley of all people this stuff... "No one in this miserable place listens to me. The few of our people here... each of them has a place in the designated prophecies save for me. I am the ONLY scholar of the Order's rites, and I have no power within it. as if that's not bad enough, with all they've done they've turned this city against us.
We've been defamed, demonized, and made to appear to be something entirely other than what we're meant to be. Over and over I intercept these little messages- I've gotten quite good at hacking- we must stop the eeevil cult. We need more information on the cult... cult! when were we EVER a cult???
I offer information, actually. For the good of our names and our history. But of course no one listens to or trusts me...what would I know. NeverMIND I'm the LAST priest of the Order..."
Stanley sighed, "Vincent, I did a lot of research too. I'm not entirely clueless about the ways of the true Gods."
Stan then paused for a moment, and said, "Listen do you know of a place I might stay? I don't have any money, and I doubt that I could whore myself out."
Vincent snickered at that. "Oh, sure you could. I buy that kind of entertainment at the Automatica all the time. Beats waiting for Xuchilbara to send for me...not that he ever does anymore.
Do you see all those buildings out there?
Many of them have empty rooms. Find one. claim it. call it your own.
I've seen on the network there is a room 302 in building 11. A journalist named Schreiber lives there now, and a wizard below him. I have no way to make anything of the power that might give access to, but perhaps you could. Try finding a place in that building...if you want, I will come to you there.
I. live in Xuchilbara's mansion. It's a bit of a lonely lifestyle..."
Stan was more than a bit miffed at Vincent's snide remark. He felt as Vincent was saying that he was nothing more than a stupid imbecile. He then began to wonder why he had even been born.
"Fuck, going emo again." Stan muttered.
"So building 11? Joseph Schreiber? I met him, nice fellow. I guess I could check that place out." Stan then paused, "You live in Xuchilbara's mansion? What the hell is up with that?"
"A long story. He gave me something to believe in again, I guess. This place was driving me to the point of despair, and then I found him.
Or he found me. It hardly matters. He's never around anymore anyway." Vincent was aggitated. He'd never realized how frustated with it all he was.
"So, you loved Xuchilbara? You thought he loved you back?" Stan asked.
Fate, it was ridiculous thing really, and yet to be scorned so damn harshly.
"Oh. he does. it's just...he seems to love a LOT of things, does our Red God."
"Well he is omnipresent, doesn't explain why he can't at least love those that he does at the same time."
Stan was still a bit miffed, but then he asked, "What about our yellow God? Lobsel Vith?"
"I've been here for some time now, Stanley, and you know what? Xuchilbara is the only god I've seen manifest. of course, He's the only god I've ever seen, period, but I think I've had my fill. One's hard enough to keep track of as it is."
"I'm kinda hoping he/she shows up." Stan mentioned.
"I'm bored, can we go to this place now?"
"I'll point you in the direction, but I'm afraid it's time for me to go back," Vincent said, "there's more than a few of these citizens out here would paint the walls with me just because they could, you know."
"Understandable." Stan sighed, "See you later." Stan noted as he left the Starbucks.
Rating;PG or so. nothing shocking but a cuss here or there.
Characters; Stanley Coleman
stancoleman & Father Vincentsnarky_padre_vSummary; Stanley Coleman has arrived in the City, and meets with his old psychologist in the new coffeehouse.
Log;
This strange city was getting to Stan and he wanted to venture out. Exploring the neon gods he noticed one that read "Starbucks"
"I've heard they make coffee here. I don't think I have money, but I can always browse in to look."
Stan opened the door to this place, and looked at the menu. "Good Lord! $4.00 for a small cup of coffee?!?!?!"
Vincent was sitting on one of the love seats towards the back, his feet up on a small coffeetable.
It wasn't exactly his office he'd had in Silent Hill, but his obvious comfortableness in this environment might call it to mind.
He looked up when he heard Stan enter.
"And if you think that's expensive, have a look at the frappacinos. still. It will serve its purpose, this place. So. You still haven't answered me, how is it you come to be here, Stanley?"
Stanley wasn't too thrilled to hear the voice, but not having anywhere to go he sat across from Vincent.
"C'mon Vincent you know about Silent Hill. Use your imagination."
"Oh, I know plenty about Silent Hill alright," VIncent agreed, folding the newspaper he'd been perusing. He pushed his glasses back more firmly onto the bridge of his nose, and shifted his position a little, "but this isn't it. And yet... some folks do come back. We're not the only folk from the Hill who've arrived here, Stanley. You are aware of that, aren't you? Perhaps YOU can tell ME what you make of all this...anything I might need to know?"
Stan paused and bit his lower lip. "I met Heather today, and she told me that the Alessa here in the City isn't the Alessa that I grew up with, wanting to love."
Stan then paused, "I don't want the Alessa here Vincent."
Vincent almost said something about not wanting her either, but altho Stanely was far from a heathen, he was also a bit adverse to discussing his problems with the 'family' with anyone. Although Henry had mocked Agent Mulder with the fact that Vincent was unhappy with the family, it was no secret he actually was. Xuchilbara's roving eye, and Alessa's haughtiness both did not sit well with him, nor did the Pyramidhead attacks.
But no matter...
"That's good, Stanley. Maybe now you can find yourself a more...healthy attachment." He wasn't about to explain how it came to be that Townshend now had the powers meant for Stanley in the first place. Vincent had always been good at keeping secrets, although, truth be told, it was hard to keep them from Stanley. The alleged crazy actually was pretty sane in spite of his hard luck, and no little psychic. "she has someone else, anyway."
Stanley sighed, a few tears coming from his eyes. "Why does fate have to be so fucking cruel?" He rested his head on his arms, shutting out the light of the outside world, but only for a moment.
"What about Heather? She's nice, but how old is she? Last I remember in 2000 she was 17."
"By the way, what's this deal with Henry being the new father?"
"Too young to know better, apparently," Vincent said ruefully, still sore at Heather's determination to keep making glib judgements about the Order. "People arrive here at odd moments of their lives, yanked from wherever fate had placed them. she may STILL be 17. As for Henry Townshend...he defeated Sullivan, ergo he is now The Conjurer. says it all really..." Vincent folded his arms over his thin chest and glared at Stanley, daring him to say otherwise.
"I want to stop that Townsend, but I don't want that Alessa. I want my Alessa! I want the Alessa that was selfishly burned by her mother to bring forth that malevolent deity. I want the Alessa that was to fucking become our God in the flesh!" Stan seethed, his rage getting the best of him.
He was now getting suicidal. What was the point of living when the one he was supposed to be destined with was seeing this Henry and Xuchilbara?
"I'm afraid whatever reason the gods had for letting us slip away and wind up here, we just have to live with it, Stan," Vincent was pretty unhappy with the state of affairs himself. His life of half assed villainy was starting to wear on him. Fact was, if Xuchilbara was going to go out prostelytizing for new lovers, and take Alessa and Henry to bed but not him, why the hell was he even hanging about?
Alessa and Henry hadn't been getting much of anywhere with the babymaking, either. Vincent suspected it was because Xulchi just didn't realize he couldn't BE as present and a part of that as he was.
If indeed somehow this Alessa was to be the divine vessel she would need more than just what she had. If only they could all figure out what...
"You know Vincent we could make our own sect for the Order. Are you familiar with either Raziel, Lobsel Vith, or Coatlbara?" Stanley Coleman asked.
"I don't know them in a Biblical sense if that's what you mean..." Vincent said, a little dourly.
Stanley sighed, "Figures, you never really knew anything did you?"
Stan looked at his hands, and suddenly said, "If you won't help with this, I'll do it."
Vincent stood up.
"I think I'd have been hard put to pass my ordination if I knew nothing, Stanley," ooh! hit a sore spot finally, and Vincent just wasn't enough into this still-your-psychologist ruse to not show it. "this whole place just twists and distorts everything! I was never an overzealous fool like MOST of the Order, but that's probably why I am alive and they are all dead!" He sat down again. Upset. Telling Stanley of all people this stuff... "No one in this miserable place listens to me. The few of our people here... each of them has a place in the designated prophecies save for me. I am the ONLY scholar of the Order's rites, and I have no power within it. as if that's not bad enough, with all they've done they've turned this city against us.
We've been defamed, demonized, and made to appear to be something entirely other than what we're meant to be. Over and over I intercept these little messages- I've gotten quite good at hacking- we must stop the eeevil cult. We need more information on the cult... cult! when were we EVER a cult???
I offer information, actually. For the good of our names and our history. But of course no one listens to or trusts me...what would I know. NeverMIND I'm the LAST priest of the Order..."
Stanley sighed, "Vincent, I did a lot of research too. I'm not entirely clueless about the ways of the true Gods."
Stan then paused for a moment, and said, "Listen do you know of a place I might stay? I don't have any money, and I doubt that I could whore myself out."
Vincent snickered at that. "Oh, sure you could. I buy that kind of entertainment at the Automatica all the time. Beats waiting for Xuchilbara to send for me...not that he ever does anymore.
Do you see all those buildings out there?
Many of them have empty rooms. Find one. claim it. call it your own.
I've seen on the network there is a room 302 in building 11. A journalist named Schreiber lives there now, and a wizard below him. I have no way to make anything of the power that might give access to, but perhaps you could. Try finding a place in that building...if you want, I will come to you there.
I. live in Xuchilbara's mansion. It's a bit of a lonely lifestyle..."
Stan was more than a bit miffed at Vincent's snide remark. He felt as Vincent was saying that he was nothing more than a stupid imbecile. He then began to wonder why he had even been born.
"Fuck, going emo again." Stan muttered.
"So building 11? Joseph Schreiber? I met him, nice fellow. I guess I could check that place out." Stan then paused, "You live in Xuchilbara's mansion? What the hell is up with that?"
"A long story. He gave me something to believe in again, I guess. This place was driving me to the point of despair, and then I found him.
Or he found me. It hardly matters. He's never around anymore anyway." Vincent was aggitated. He'd never realized how frustated with it all he was.
"So, you loved Xuchilbara? You thought he loved you back?" Stan asked.
Fate, it was ridiculous thing really, and yet to be scorned so damn harshly.
"Oh. he does. it's just...he seems to love a LOT of things, does our Red God."
"Well he is omnipresent, doesn't explain why he can't at least love those that he does at the same time."
Stan was still a bit miffed, but then he asked, "What about our yellow God? Lobsel Vith?"
"I've been here for some time now, Stanley, and you know what? Xuchilbara is the only god I've seen manifest. of course, He's the only god I've ever seen, period, but I think I've had my fill. One's hard enough to keep track of as it is."
"I'm kinda hoping he/she shows up." Stan mentioned.
"I'm bored, can we go to this place now?"
"I'll point you in the direction, but I'm afraid it's time for me to go back," Vincent said, "there's more than a few of these citizens out here would paint the walls with me just because they could, you know."
"Understandable." Stan sighed, "See you later." Stan noted as he left the Starbucks.