Crossways Tabernacle

[count_zantara]

((Wil continue later, my friends. Sorry bout leaving like this. See you both when I see you))

[Ice Anon]

"I dont think he entirely understands..."
"No, he doesn't."

The pale one slipped off his seat, standing in front of Corbin's passage forwards, while the darker one was of course preventing him going back the way he came.

"Deflecting the choice isnt within the perview of your job role, childe."
"And you'll never earn it, unless she's forced to look at her past and face it."
"She wont even ghoul. Very risky business."
"Especially as our only asset on this continent."
"The choice isnt hers, and it isnt yours."
"Its ours."
"And we are tired of hearing no."

Closing in on the poor kid, he was about to get a more... appropriate... welcome to the Chasm. In the form of the ice under his feet dropping out, and sending him plummeting into a room beneath. A small, blank, four walled room, with nothing more than a single raised shelf wide enough for a man with some furs scattered on it.

"Prehaps some time to think on it. All... or nothing. If she teaches, let it be to one who understands fully. Otherwise... her attention is needed elsewhere and your daddy can take you back. Or your uncle, I dont care which."
"This isnt an apprenticeship program, and we aint paying you. Sleep well."

One of the Chasms many cells. And an ultimatum from the weird twins, who STILL hadn't given their names.

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"Isnt that the point of prophecy? To be so vague anyone coudl fulfill it, or believe in it enough to try? Atheist. It makes the world so much simpler, most days. I was named for a prophecy and it doesnt mean jack to me.
LUCK though... that I believe in and I believe in great big long swathes of BAD luck following me about.
However... a refined gentleman with a good vocabulary and love for literature certainly quanitifies GOOD luck and I'll take what I can get. I insist however that you call me just Roan. I don't use my title in every day talk. It means nothing here, after all."

Smiling wryly as she answered him, she refused to even memorise what he had just spoken - such things only led to trouble, especially when one mistook which bit was supposed to be about themselves.

((3am tired Roany cannae post any more tonight. Sorreh!
I has no issue with your thought train tho!))

[Kaname Shion]

Keiiri didn't know how long he had been asleep in the chair. Days? Hours? Minutes? He wasn't sure, but he woke with a pain in his neck. Though he had sat in the chair like this once before it was still a little painful to do now that he was a little bit larger than before. His ears perked with the sounds of people talking. He was sure he had been alone in the bar since even Jan hadn't come to greet him.

However much he was awake he knew the conversation was not for him and continued to play asleep until either the two left or they noticed someone was in the room with them.Hopefully he wouldn't be attacked for being gone for so long Or for smelling like a meat locker. He almost regretted not bathing before stepping into the bar having gotten off his plane at Gaia International and straight back out to the hunt. He could have at least stopped but he was never one to think ahead like he should have.

He attempted to move into a more comfortable position with out alerting anyone who may still be in the bar or any one who may walk in. His arse was going numb and he needed to get up. Still Keiiri was never one to be nosey. If he was he would have run away screaming from the many conversations he had overheard here.

((Life has been busy, and I have been neglecting my computer. but it's good to be back even if it is just "filler/my character is a moron" posts))

[count_zantara]

"Atheist? Nay, Roan. On a side note, just call me Zan. Anyways, as I was saying, that's not...quite an option with myself. I am a cleric from the day I was born and if anyone knows that there is something higher out there, it would be me." he said as he finished off the bowl of fruit and motioned to the bartender that he wanted more. Wincing slightly as he placed his left hand against his chest, moving the black tie out of the way as he felt a slight murmur in his heart. As the scales that covered his entire body began to pulsate, the hundreds of tiny symbols, a single to a scale, each took on a soft silvery glow that radiated in the ultraviolet spectrum. What Roan would feel would be a strange warmth coming of of the man, along with the smell of fresh picked tiger lilies drifting off of his skin. Catching his breath, the Count continued as if nothing happened, running his subtle fingers through his shoulder length silvery air. "The gods may be there but they are as childish and petty as anyone alive today. Does that make them Non-Gods and only a higher evolved species when there is not a one that is truly omnipresent nor omnipotent??? Perhaps it does. It is a question that I've pondered for almost a thousand sidereal years. Every God came from something else and yet, I've never found the end of the string. I have never found the Primordial Creator... somethings I don't know if he actually exists."

Shrugging slightly as he pulled a cigarette pack from his coat pocket along with a very old zippo lighter. removing one of the handrolled cigarettes, he slowly lit it and blew a ring into the air before offering the pack and lighter to Roan, sliding it over to between the two of them. Tapping the ashes into a nearby empty ashtray, he slammed back the last bit of the shot of rum and poured himself another shot. Staring into the alcohol as he swirled it around clockwise in his right hand, "I have killed numerous Gods looking for one that can not die. One that can survive anything because someone believes he or she can. Perhaps...perhaps your right though. Atheism. It has it's perks, I would guess."

His left eye twitching slightly as the pain finally faded away, the Cleric shook off his rambling and went back to what they were talking about before he went on his rant "Luck. I would have to agree with you, Roan. I have seen some of the most improbable things happen like it was nothing to the universe. But you speak of Bad Luck??? If I am not being too bold, what might you mean by that?"

[Corbin DeSeer]

Stupidly enough, even after the manner in which he had come to this place, and seing the construction, he wasn't expecting the ice to suddenly vanish from beneath him. Thus with a heavy thud as he landed in a haunched position, before slipping onto his back and rather harshly onto the back of his head.

Roaring up at the cieling he drew both his weapons and opened fire at the pair, or the cieling if it closed up too quick before he'd then angrily slap his still unconcious captive on the shelf, and glare up at the cieling, snarling.

"******** you jus' like m'dad!"

The entire mention of an uncle practically flying right over his head in the situation.

[Ice Anon]

"My my, he DOES have daddy issues...."

Stepping back as Corbin opened fire, with the ceiling indeed reforming, the pale male and his dark skinned brother would soon be out of sight, the ceiling ice opaque.
The floor was too, but the walls were all clear, and easy to see through, revealing many other cells all around the one Corbin found hisemf in. the next one over seemed to have a pink haired body in it, the one beyond that someone with indigo hair.
behind, a human female lay in the centre of the floor unmoving. And to the left.... cell didnt work. It was more like a meat locker, of frost lipped mortals, stood as if in stasis.

A strange place indeed, that he had come to.



It would be in excess of four hours before anything more actually happened and it would come very quietly, like a bad dream. The pale one, stood just outside the front of the cell, leaning on the ice... watching.

[Corbin DeSeer]

He continued to snarl at the cieling for some time, before he'd finally start looking around and examining the cells around him.

Uncaring for who, or what they were really. They were unable to escape much like himself so they weren't of any immediate interest to him there for any reason. Thus, he would instead stand there, smoking end on end, pausing only to give his captive another good THWAP when he started to come to.

When the albino finely apeared, Corbin didn't move, just stood still beside his smoking, and free right hand perched over his holstered right weapon, fingers tapping the handle in rhythem.

[Ice Anon]

The pale man ran his fingers down the edges of the ice, forming a doorway which silently slid into the floor, leaving access for Corbin to exit into a one way corridor. Striding off down it without looking back, the man spoke just one line before ignoring Corbin altogether, to make his own decision about whether to follow.

"I would recommend you do not try and shoot anyone, fledgeling."

[Corbin DeSeer]

"Yeah? How 'bout taking big dirty bites out o' them?"

Sour mostly by this point, that he'd been left for so long, having nearly run out of cigarettes rather than being put in this position at all.

He did however follow, bringing his hostage with him by means of dragging him in tow, tail looped around his wrists behind his back. Flicking his current spent smoke over his shoulder he was lighting a new one before it hit the floor it seemed, willing a black hole to form in the albino's back with his dagger stare.

"So now what the ******** 're we doing?"

[Ice Anon]

"You will see."

The faun meandered down the one way hall for some time, before abruptly, the ice started to darken until it took on an almost mirror like quality.
And suddenly, out of the ice, there appeared one final cell, occupied. Within, held down by multiple chains and locks, was a male figure, dessicated and unmoving.

"Here we are. Would you care to go inside?"

[Corbin DeSeer]

Cocking a brow at the scene, then again at the offer to enter... If t could really be called that, the Irish fledgling scoffed around his smoke.

"I sure 's ******** don't... But aint like there is an exit stage left is there."

So he'd reluctantly enter, trying to take some comfort in the fact his weapons had since been reloaded and wounds healed.

Looking the figure on display over, he'd throw his dagger stare back at the goat man.

"So now what."

[Ice Anon]

"You may leave any time you wish. Say the word, I will open a doorway for you. Though you have been here some hours, barely three minutes have passed in Durem since you left the club. Time is subjective, youngling, especially here.

The man in front of you is someone of importance, if only in that he exists, rather than his rather... predictable... abilities.

But by all means, if you want an exit stage left, with nothing answered.... be my guest."

On the opposite wall to the open cell door, the pale man lined out another doorway. This led into a short tunnel up to the night sky, and a portal just beyond to an alley behind the Crossways. Watching Corbin expectantly, the man said nothing more until the kid made a choice.

[Corbin DeSeer]

Almost immediately, Corbin was rounding the man on display, and the albino to reach the new doorway wasting no time. He however didn't go through it. Instead, he first ripped off any watch/bracelet/necklace his hostage was wearing and tossed it through the doorway. If satisfied it wasn't going to spontaniously combust, he'd turn on his heels, and with his back to the portal, glare more at the goat. As if it was actually doing something.

"Go on then..."

[Ice Anon]

"Impetuous, but not stupid... how unusual for one your age."

The faun snorted in amusement, then sat, ice rising up to meet him in the form of a seat as he fell backwards, landing comfortably.

"The corpse in front of you is a 24 year old male, in body, with massive wounds to the chest, which you cant see with him coiled over like that. He has access to Potence, Presence and Celerity, all of which he is... mediocre... at considering his bloodline.
Care to make a guess yet?"

[Corbin DeSeer]

"I don't yet know the names of all these damned vodoo tricks. Bu' I know Potence, and Celerity. Presence... Sounds familiar. If I was gonna be betting your lovely little cantering heels, I'd say..."

Drawing on his smoke, then pulling it from his lips before he paused, he'd exhale through his nose, examining the body very closely now, though he remained stood where he was infront of the doorway to the Tabernacle.

"Brujah. Like Roan. Like she thought I might have been, howeve' breif. So?"