”Oh no, are you feeling poorly?” St. Vier murmured in apparently-earnest agitation. As his vision swam, he took the other by the shoulders, halting his progress without seeming to be restraining him as he put the back of one hand against the man’s forehead as if checking for fever.
As he did, he noticed his hand shaking, muscles barely holding his arm up, and knew that he wouldn’t be fit to restrain the other man in any sense of the word if he was still well enough to dash toward the heavy doors, or out onto the stoop.
”Kir” he called, a seemingly incongruous word if one wasn’t looking toward the door that led to St. Vier’s chambers. For such a large creature, the man who emerged at his call was near to silent, approaching at a good clip with an eye on Lokeah.
”Please, I couldn’t in good conscience let someone in a weakened state onto the streets. It’s far too dangerous…” He let his voice trail off, watching Lokeah as carefully as he could, as if he could divine the exact state the other was in from the back of the other man’s head.
He took one step forward and stumbled, falling and barely catching himself on one of his pews. He directed his bemused smirk at the worn stone that made up the floor.
He may not have been able to hear it, but he felt the Kir as it brushed past him, on its way to grab Lokeah from behind. It would be easiest if the other man was actually unconscious by then, but not everything went perfectly. He had to be able to give the order before he fell unconscious, and so that time was now.
Breathing carefully, he lowered to sit on the floor, limp hand falling from the pew to settle in his lap. He kept looking ahead, watching as the Kir made it to Lokeah, one large, muscled arm encircling the man from behind.
This was about the moment where Lokeah's thoughts and false sense of security had started to change. It started with his confusion of what the other man had said. "Kir?" He repeat, a confused look on his face. Though that question wouldn't be answered, at least not yet. "I mean... I suppose if you insist?" Lokeah answered hesitantly. Despite the kindness of others it was still an idea he was uncomfortable with and for good reason. "Ah! Adorno, are you alright?" He said, watching the man fall before him. A man who was beginning to act... odd. He shouldn't have let himself care, it only left him more vulnerable and as he bent to offer the man a hand he halt at the sight of something very much unexpected in front of him. "W-what?!" Lokeah yelped with widened eyes. It was in that moment that he realized what an unsafe place he had wandered into. The man in front of him he once wanted to trust showing no concern for what was happening to Lokeah righ in front of him. So what could a young god do? Well, one of the few things he knew how to. Illusion's were out of the question at this moment, they'd drain his already weakened state too quickly... so he shift.
Not into a creature he would have planned. In an instant the boy fell just out of the arms reach and by the time he met the floor a white fox had taken his place. It would have been so much more convenient to have turned into a mouse or a bird... but in his poisoned state the boy had far less control over if his ability would work correctly or not. Nevertheless that little white fox made a mad dash for whatever opening he could find, any hope of safety outside this place.
Who are you?: Fr. Adorno Where: The Nave Mood: Sweets!!
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••• St. × Vier
The white spots in his vision grew larger, red creeping up around the edges. He felt numb, slow, dull-witted in the way of someone extremely exhausted. From this vantage, blinking slowly and keeping his face trained on the Kir's back, he watched as the creature moved toward Lokeah.
He couldn't see Lokeah, and that in itself was concerning, odd. He should have been able to see—something. Part of a leg, head, arm. Something. It was possible the other man had fallen into one of the pews out of sight, but he had been moving in a straight line.
There was something odd about the Kir's movements too. It bent low to the ground, snatching at something, remaining in a crouch. St. Vier frowned, unable to parse what was happening, knowing he was too far gone to be able to react to anything unexpected.
Feeling consciousness fade, St. Vier murmured ”Capture” as loud as he could, which was barely a whisper. As he closed his eyes, as his body slipped to fall entirely onto the floor, he thought he saw something white wriggling in the Kir's hand. But it could have simply been a white spot.
Then, he thought about nothing at all, unconsciousness claiming him.
”Kitty_Mew”
((short post since St. Vier falls unconscious. I'll continue as the Kir. ))
The now fox was in a massive panic, having lost every ounce of trust for the man he only knew as Fr. Adorno. He could have sworn he heard a faint laugh from the man shortly after he'd fallen to the floor. That alone was a reason for concern before the Kir caught his attention.
The problem though, was that his vision was blurring badly now and despite his desperate attempts to run his movements were slowing now. He made attempts to dodge the grasp of the creature that threatened him but he could feel it growing closer to his body. This was bad. Very bad. It was then he heard a word. A terrifying word.
Capture.
His heart immediately sank. It was never a friendly word. One which meant freedom would be lost and with a lost freedom one never knew what was to come next.
Lokeah leaped one final time as he felt something brush up against his tail, then seconds later something wrapping around a back paw. His heart filled with dread.
He didn't stop his attempts at escaping this place though, he couldn't. His frail animal body wriggled and fought against the creature's grip, jaw snapping in attempt to bite with small sharp teeth. He didn't want to be "captured."
Who are you?: Fr. Adorno and a creepy a** thing??? Where: The Nave Mood: ajdghakgllk!!!!! Help!
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••• St. × Vier
It was unclear if, and how, the Kir spoke, either to one another or to anyone else. Whatever the mechanism, it worked long distance, as from across the city the Kir that had been engaged in ‘protecting’ Honey raced for Haven in response to—something.
St. Vier’s unconsciousness.
Some cue from the other Kir present.
Something.
In the Nave, the Kir grasped the foxes foot, pulling the small creature to hold it still, clearly trying not to injure it in any way as it did so.
[scratches, surface level damage to the Kir, seemed perfectly content to take the damage rather than hurt the fox in turn.
Focused on holding it, grip growing more constrictive as the figure got two hands around the fox’s abdomen.
As it sagged, grew more bold, hefting it up and beginning to walk out of the nave and toward the door opposite to the one that led to St. Vier’s chambers.
This door led through an apsidal chamber, toward a hallway, and then—
Down. Into the long hallways and underground rooms that formed the majority of Haven, and where St. Vier’s slaves were kept, when not being shown to buyers or initially captured.
Once the fox had gone completely limp, the Kir took it to the long, low-ceilinged cage that held St. Vier’s most recent acquisitions. There were only a few figures there now. There had been an unexpected dry season in the past few months, though St. Vier personally attributed this to a switch in perspective from acquisition and general modification to taking on more specialized requests and some small number of regular patrons, as many as a city as small as Ozymandias could give him, or near to, probably.
Those in the warehouse-sized cage looked to be in reasonably good shape: they were clean, none looked starving, all were awake. All also were male, reasonably attractive, and with largely attractive or ornamental-looking mutations: third eyes, small, nonfunctioning wings, hair made of quills.
They shied away from the Kir as it opened the cage and set the fox among them.
”Kitty_Mew”
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Posted: Wed Aug 08, 2018 9:21 am
••• Honey ‘There’s no hope for you.’
Honey regretted those words being the final words he’d said to the new slave just now. He hadn’t started interacting with the other—‘Zara,’ he repeated to himself, with the cross-shaped pupils—to bring his mood down further than it probably already was. Those had slipped out quite by accident, in fact.
They were true, though. Honey and Anselm were a particular species of ‘useful help’ around Haven—or at least, that was why he assumed they were kept around. There was some seed of interest in them personally, probably (honestly, Honey went back and forth on this; he’d listened to enough of St. Vier’s speeches on the virtues of deer and their connection to holiness to think the man was actually interested, but suffered through enough periods of cold disdain to doubt it). But, probably, they were kept around because they had, indeed, proven that they were willing and capable in St. Vier’s business.
He had gently left Zara in his cell to do whatever self-soothing he wanted, pausing on his way out only to furrow his brow at the sight of Anselm in an open cell with another face he didn’t know. Anselm wasn’t usually a trainer, wasn’t usually this close to the slaves, especially the unbroken ones. It was--odd. There was something odd about the other man’s posture as well. A vulnerability that was ill-suited to this place.
He was tempted to rest a hand in solidarity on the man’s shoulder as he passed, but refrained. None of his business. He thought he locked gazes with the slave on his way out for a moment, but he didn’t stop to offer the same platitudes he’d offered Zara. They’d probably meet soon enough…
And so he made his way up to the ostensible ‘safe house’ that was Haven’s aboveground floor, then through that portion, past the Kirs, to the steps just outside the front door. Still bleeding sluggishly through the bandages he’d applied, raw from his encounter in the city but dull from the drugs, he didn’t react when he felt the ground move under his feet. From somewhere not too far away, he heard a creature’s roar, the faint sound of a resonant voice speaking.
St. Vier was often interested in goings-on in the city, and if he were less engaged, Honey might have been ordered to check it out. He was just as glad to sink to sit down on the steps, safe on Haven’s grounds. There, he remained, blankness in his eyes that constituted the minor majority of his time in Haven, when he was largely on auto-pilot, fuzzing out his expression and unfocusing his eyes. Not for one such as him to worry about.
He begged his heart to calm down, but it wouldn’t, but to his luck… there didn’t seem to be any signs of the hulking creatures he had been restrained by before. No sign of Anselm. Nothing. And it brought absolutely no comfort to Lokeah.
He paused as he stepped into a familiar room, the large one filled with worn carpets, abandoned pews, and that once beautiful organ. It was a painful place that only screamed of his past mistakes now. He wanted to cry. He just wanted to break down and sob like he did down below because the means of escape were so damn close but he felt as though they’d be ripped away in an instant like his freedom had already. But he couldn’t, not yet.
Instinctively he dashed to the edge of one of the short wooden structures and crouched down to hide behind it, at least from the doorways at the other end of the room and the entryway. He moved quietly from pew to pew, turning back every now and then to view Honey and listening carefully for any odd sounds, in pursuit of the doors that lead to the outside world. The only way he knew was “out”.
Yes, he could easily ditch his current companion just now… but it was risky still. His power source had been restored to a point, but he was still unsure if the past drugs that had entered his system were a factor. They had mixed with his frantic use of his abilities before, thus changing the poor boy into a tiger when his body was far from physically ready to be taking such a large form. What if it happened again?
Who are you?: Sad boy. Needs a hug. Where: The Nave Mood:hopeful, terrified, excited OOC:Rolled a 9 for not being noticed and an 8 for no sign of the Kirs. Let me know if you'd like me to anything different♥.
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Posted: Mon Mar 11, 2019 11:21 am
••• Honey Honey was greatly relieved when Lokeah sprinkled himself with the ‘holy’ water and assured him he was holding his breath by matching his expression. He wasn’t used to any assurance, and a threat of interest in the other as a person--not just an object he was helping out, something he was doing because he personally had to do it--connected.
He cringed with every step, prostrate on the ground, with no compunctions at all about making himself like a worm. Any attempt to seek cover would be largely compromised by his large rack of antlers, and Honey chose to look repentant more than actively hide. Hiding was hard.
He knew where one could hide, however, and was impressed with Lokeah’s caution. Another thread. Maybe…maybe…
As far as he could tell, the pathway to the door was clear, with nothing that could identify either him or Lokeah.
It seemed too easy. Far, far too easy. But even crawling forward on his stomach (something that took longer than Lokeah’s quicker, more pointed route) he quickly reached the door.
He didn’t trust it, and was having difficulty holding his breath for longer.
Something had to be wrong.
Still, he rose up behind Lokeah, and pushed the front door open.
”Kitty_Mew”
((rolled 11 on perception. There are multiple tracking devices for general bodies--not necessarily chipped slaves--in Haven proper. ))
When Lokeah would look back after entering the large room the sight was something that would have induced a laugh from the god. Would have if it wasn’t something that could potentially get them caught. It wasn’t like he didn’t understand what the other male’s intentions were, it was just silly.
Lokeah kept on high alert while he hopped from each structure he entrusted to hide himself with. This was normal for him. There was never a clear objective of what to find, but after living as a free soul in such a dangerous city for so long he had picked up the habit of searching for anything remotely suspicious or potentially dangerous. It was this habit that allowed the smallest glimmer of an odd-looking little device.
Still none of those creatures though... that was... interesting. It brought him to question if they were more of a personal body guard to Vier rather than a kind of security of the place.
He froze in the moment that he realized it could be something potentially harmful to them or their mission. There was no telling what the thing was or what it could possibly do… and as his eyes began to scan the walls, ceiling, and other obvious structures he began to find more. That was when he began to move more slowly and cautiously before they actually reached the door where he hesitated.
From his place crouched on the floor, still weary of the devices, he saw an arm reach above him and a tremor of fear shook his body before he realized it was Honey. It rattled his mind and Lokeah released a sigh of relief at that realization while the door opened before him.
The light from the sun outside stung Lokeah’s eyes and he squint for a moment before tears started too bubble up in the corners of his eyes. He had honestly begun to believe that he wouldn’t be able to have the luxury of seeing daylight again, at least not with a clear mind.
He didn’t hesitate and dashed through the door without a word, recklessly not looking for danger as he did so and grabbing for any part of Honey that he could use to try and drag the other along. Of course, if Honey refused, he’d let go without a second thought. Freedom was far more important than a new “friend”.
Who are you?: Silly Antler Man Where: The Nave Mood:Excited, relieved, lots of feelings actually OOC: 19 for perception and avoidance of traps, 12 for potentially being seen as he walks out the door. (That’s a fail if the target was over 15 like the other roll.)
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Posted: Thu Mar 14, 2019 12:42 pm
••• Honey They were through. Picking up on the other man’s mood he cried like a child, rather than like a penitant. He almost danced with him, actually kicking his heels up once.
It was too early to celebrate, of course. And there was no reason why fresh air should feel good against his skin. He had just been sent out earlier that day, and had hated it. He hated living outside of Haven, hated having to make decisions for himself. Was, really, incapable of it.
Now, though, all of those truths were irrelevant. He hugged Lokeah earnestly, caught some of the man’s hair in his antlers, and pulled back only reluctantly, still holding his hand like an anchor to the real world.
”Let’s run” he whispered superfluously. He picked a random direction, and tried to pull Lokeah along with him by the same hand.
He probably shouldn’t have, but Lokeah couldn’t help but stop once the sun hit his face and clearer airs met his lungs. Oh did it feel wonderful! He hopped in place briefly and spun on his heel causing his hair to swing playfully behind him in an arc to face Honey, who actually seemed… happy? Ah what a pleasant sight!
Lokeah’s eyes widened as he took in a most unexpected embrace and he hesitate for a moment before returning it. There was a soft look on his face as he did this because it felt somehow good to do this. He felt appreciated and for the first time in forever felt like he’d accomplished something in his role as a god. Oh yes, this was a fun little trick indeed~! Surely St. Vier wouldn’t be pleased to see them gone~.
His skin seemed to glow in reaction to this. His body taking in the much needed power that it still lacked. He was regaining his full power.
His voice mimicked the whisper of Honey’s as he nod with a warm grin. “Mhmm, let’s!” There was no resistance to him following along. This other male didn't feel threatening right now.
Who are you?: Silly Antler Man Where: The Nave Mood:Excited, relieved, lots of feelings actually OOC:
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Posted: Tue May 21, 2019 2:41 pm
••• St. × Vier
He quietly admitted to himself this was partially excuse. He was exhausted, and required someone he could trust to be a more fastidious caretaker while he took the minimal amount of time he needed to actually rest.
”Honey” he called, pushing off the door to his chambers to move toward the Nave. A pew would do just as well as a bed to lie down on.
When the antler crowned man didn’t appear immediately he frowned, but kept moving, picking a pew in the second row and gingerly laying down on it.
”Honey!” he called again in a sharper tone. A blink at the Kir, and the creature left his side to go in search of his slave in the Below, where he was meant to be.
”Sadistic Nox”
”Kitty Mew”
((Moved from: St. Vier's Rooms. Pt. 2/2. Tagging Nox and Ichi since characters have interest in his movements))
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If one could possibly manage to blissfully ignore the frequent display of half-eaten corpses, providing some form of nourishment to all those that were desperate, and the clans of predators (both human or otherwise) that lurk around to rape, pillage, and thieve, the surface almost seemed peaceful. There was just a comfortable ambiance that submerged the stagnant exterior, and Yohan found himself quietly falling in step behind his younger companion; an eccentric female who seems to be quite heedless to their current situation. She held a tattered map that was smudged with mud, gunk, and soot between her slender fingers - though she seemed to be able to point out landmarks that were inscribed onto the piss-poor excuse of a map despite earlier stating that she couldn't make heads or tails of it all.
``We're lost.`` As he spoke, he could feel the slit inflicted upon his bottom lip reopening, the trickle of bitter tasting metal tingling atop his tastebuds. It wasn't an unfamiliar taste, but it certainly wasn't the most desirable.
Clementine bore a face of mock surprise, her sharp canines glinting within the pale light of their lantern, her words a considerable contrast to the deplorable wreck that was their surroundings. ``Lost? We're not lost! Simply a little misguided, just a little itsy bitsy.``She replied, her lungs filling with virulent mists of embers and noxious substances before billowing them out in one hefty sigh.
``You know, a little moral support would do us wonders!``
``What do you want me to do? Cheer you on as you steer us in the wrong direction? I'll pass.``
Clementine paused, her hazel brown eyes glistening with just about the same amount of energy as a small group of yappy Pomeranians. `` Well, you don't have to be such an a** about it.`` She babbled, her arms flailing to her sides with the map still in hand, sauntering to Yohan's left whilst completely unaware of the imminent tomb of a church slowly coming into view with each step driving them forward.
``Language . .`` Yohan murmured softly to himself, drawing in a sharp breath as the aged cathedral came into view. Clusters of sparks glittered behind his half-lidded eyes as the intact shelter came into view, his back straightening and movement more swift after the sight came toward comprehensible illustration.
``Look, look! We may not have found the hospital, but this has to be the next best thing, right? It can protect us from--``
``Quiet.``
Clementine pressed her lips firmly together to silence herself, albeit a little reluctantly. She wrapped her hands around the threadbare straps of her backpack - fiddling around with some loose strings as the only thing that accompanied their labored breaths were the muddled lumberings of their buckled shoes.
Never know who may be hiding around those thickened walls. Waiting.
Posted: Mon Jun 03, 2019 4:20 pm
••• St. × Vier
St. Vier couldn’t entirely fall asleep, knowing he’d sent his attendant Kir Below to search for Honey. It was odd that his slave wouldn’t be immediately at his elbow, ready for whatever task St. Vier wanted him for. Still, even in the Kir’s absence, physical weakness caught up to him, and he dozed lightly, using the pew he’d laid back upon as a bed.
He jerked up when he heard Haven’s main doors opening; thankfully, they were of heavy construction, or he might have slept through the arrival of whoever this was entirely. His first, groggy thought, was that he wasn’t actually expecting a liar (whatever lie he’d told Volithius notwithstanding).
Then he realized. Guests. Unexpected guests. He gasped, scrambling to his feet, looking wildly toward the alter--yes, the lemonade and cups had been re-filled. Not being able to clearly see the two figures was a constant irritation. With one eye stitched closed, the other still an angry red, it was harder to play the peaceful priest St. Vier generally did when faced with people who came to Haven unknowingly. He was slightly unsteady on his feet with physical weakness, but he pulled himself together, turning to face the two new incoming figures.
This--wasn’t ideal. Still, St. Vier wasn’t someone to waste the opportunity to induct two new unclaimed. Including one female, he noticed, as he pressed away from the pew, hands raised in recognition of the fact that they would absolutely see him initially as a threat.
There weren’t many females in Ozymandias; for obvious reasons they were valuable; because of this, not too long ago, an enterprising raider had sought to gather as many cis women as possible. That raider’s death had led unknowingly to the death of all of those women.
St. Vier’s pulse quickened as he confirmed the secondary sex characteristics he could see; this wasn’t enough to confirm she was a female, of course, but it mattered little to him if he took a cis female or a trans man.
He barely looked at the man, locking gazes with him only to confirm whether he was about to be killed. …Where was his Kir? He should never be this vulnerable.
”Welcome to Haven” he purred, keeping his hands up in a helpless gesture.
”…My name is Father Adorno. This is a haven for all souls who reach it.” He cleared his throat, tilting his body back slightly to reveal the plastic pitchers on the alter.
”It’s lukewarm, I’m afraid, but it is handmade. Please help yourselves.” It was the same line he’d used on Lokeah.
As he’d noted before, at one point, he'd served everything perfectly chilled—he had working electricity, after all, and he'd thought that an actually cold beverage was a rare treat that would be more enticing.
He'd learned, however, that it was suspicious for a small, broken-down church to have electricity, enough electricity that some could be wasted chilling a large pitcher. And so he'd stopped chilling it.
He didn’t like being actually vulnerable. There was a Kir guarding Volithius in his rooms. If he could guide the two that way, he would feel much better. Volithius was there too, along with the Kir, but Volithius was adequately restrained. It was a better bet.
There was more he might say, but it was important to ascertain if either of them was at all interested in the concept of Haven.
”Sadistic Nox”
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The hazy chiming of Clementine's earrings, a sterilized metal wire that threaded along with a few beaded orbs, rhythmically thrummed in cadence to the mutant's exuberant measures. The frayed whisps of fabric liberally poking out from within her worn knapsack each began, one by one, finding themselves coiling around her slender index before being plucked like petals from a flower; only for her to move on to the next without so much as a thought. The prospect of being able to lay down within a shelter such as this was far more appealing than sleeping in the trunk of an abandoned car while Yohan took watch. Nowadays, with the sun more often than not being blocked out by dark plumes of clouds, her older brother seemed more--not energetic, and certainly not lively, but maybe just a tad bit more 'awake'. It was an odd thought since she rarely ever saw the human(?) man slumbering, but it was a definite contrast to the grumpier persona he exhibited when the sun - now out - was hammering down on their skulls. Maybe it was just a trust thing, and if so, perhaps he would feel safer in the sanctuary of the "abandoned" church now that they would soon be out of sight from any raiders nearby. At least, that's what she hoped.
Yohan, on the other hand, felt an odd sense of agitation welling up in the pit of his empty stomach the closer they neared the chapel, fingers digging into his palm as he weaved those digits through the spaces of his weapon of choice. He gestured toward the female aside him in a languid movement as she took position behind his lofty frame, palm placed around the stem of her metal bat, dried blood and gore caked up onto its surface.
With a weighted exhale, Yohan nudged the main doors open--but what was on the other side was . . . curious, to say the least.
"Welcome to Haven,"
Yohan paused. This . . . this wasn't what he had envisioned the situation to play out. A greeting, lemonade--? His sullen orbs appeared to missile from corner to corner, presumably looking for any place a hulky raider could pop out unexpectedly and perforate their bodies with lead and homemade bullets. Yet, to no avail.
Nevertheless, this 'Father Adorno' guy, lemonade stand and all, seemed to garner the attention of Clementine. She popped out from behind Yohan, hands still tenaciously wrapped around her bat before she resolutely waltzed forward - her elder sibling missing her collar by just a few inches.
"Well, it's a pleasure to meet'cha, Father! I'm--"
Before Clementine could finish, Yohan lurched forward and drew her back by the wrist, the young female blundering backward before assuming position behind him once more - although a bit pissed, to say the least.
". . We'll pass. On the lemonade, that is," Yohan shot a knowing glimpse toward the female behind him, stifling down any objection she would eventually bellow out. She heaved a heavy sigh out through her nose, encircling her arms around one another over her chest whilst rapping the endcap of her bat against the floorboards of the erected structure.
"We don't intend on lingering long. If you're willing to accommodate our stay, as ridiculous as it is, then a night or two would do our bodies just fine. Although, if I may ask, sounds awful questionable to be running a . ." Yohan hesitated, letting his eyes soak in the seemingly innocuous environment with but a deepening grimace. This just didn't seem right. No fair-minded person would allow just any stranger to waltz inside a building that held so much potential and let them walk out like it's all fun in games. Suspicion had already sowed itself deep in his heart, and if Clementine weren't so close, his 'better judgment' would've surely kicked in right about now.
"Hotel, it seems. We don't own much, so if there's a catch to all of 'this', then we'll be right on our way."
