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It hadn't been too long as the duo traversed through the streets, passing by citizen after citizen. The frequency of people on these welcoming streets gradually decreased as they entered the residential area. The proximity was silent, but the noise from neighboring houses were numbed by its own restricting walls as the lights illuminated past the transparent windows.
The sun was dying down with its harsh light soon becoming into darkness. Only the fluorescent lighting of the tall streetlights gave any real illumination in this now unwelcoming path. After endless twists and turns through the the narrow streets, Saito stopped in his tracks in front of their destination. A house it seemed, but it was a nice fusion of what looked like to be a clinic of some sort.
The sign clearly displayed Tenchi Acupuncture Clinic for all those curious enough to divine who lived there. Light was absent from its darkened windows. No life seemed to be apparent through the light blackness of this young night.
"Welp... We're here, Mr. Faraday," Saito announced with one hand gesturing the older gentleman to look upon its glory, "Sorry it doesn't look like much, but here it is. Let's go in, shall we?"
He held the glass door open for his new tenant to enter, as the metallic threshold creaked from movement. Upon entering, the onmyouji bid Desmond to take off shoes as per the usual etiquette when roaming around any home. Yet, then again, why walk around on carpets in shoes to spread dust and bacteria accumulated in the soles?
It was a Western thought he wouldn't truly understand even after living in the same country for so long...
He led him through the lounge and into the small hallways that provided clinical examination rooms on the left and on the right. The odor of dead herbal incense subtly crawled in the midst of the space, as the lights only dimly provided sub-par illumination. After a few steps, his hand grasped the knob of a door before turning it to reveal a room.
The utter white of the space made it almost blinding with the unusual eye as the ceiling light snapped on to reveal its contents. It wasn't so empty as a clinical bed was set up at the corner with a drawer next to it. But the presence of anatomical graphs and other miscellaneous acupuncture posters made this room completely bearable to be in.
"This is where you're staying for now. Any thoughts about it?"
As they entered the room he noticed Saito's reaction to the brightness of the room once the lights flicked on. Do to the unusual nature of his eyes sudden light no longer blinded him. It was something that intrigued him as well, but he had no interest in trying to revert it. It was caused by whatever those scientists did to him that day, so it wasn't anything supernatural. His arm was still his main concern.
"Not bad, not bad. Has all the necessities I'd need. The incense isn't as bad as you made it out to be. So... where's this other tenant of yours? If I'm to show you what I was referring to earlier, friend, it would be best to do it away from the onlooking eyes of others." He needed to get the main issue over and done with, preferably soon. If he sees his arm first, he sees hes dealing with a unique individual regardless of if he is aware of them or not. If he sees his arm-blade first... there could be issues. He can't call the cops and have them see his arm if he doesn't have it ignited, but a physical weapon strapped to his arm is another problem entirely.
"To be honest, friend... it's something we need to address before you have me as a tenant. I made it out to be a bit of a joke back at the diner, but in reality it's a necessity to draw out." He wasn't going to put it off. It's an issue that had to be dealt with now. Hoping he would take the issue seriously, he awaited his response.
His gnawing worries seemed to be of no concern as Desmond truly seemed to show that he didn't mind with the set up that made the clinic as it is. In fact, a steady income from this new tenant wouldn't be so bad when business wouldn't seem to be doing so well in the future. Case in point, the signs of relief plastered itself onto his face.
"Well, that's good," he commented lightly on the foreigner's approval of the place before reassuring him, "I can just lock the door over there."
His finger jabbed at the knob that had an additional button in the middle for reinforced obstruction. The threshold creaked as the door closed shut and the mechanisms clicked once the button was pressed. The duo were both shut inside, preventing outsiders from intruding abruptly from whatever Desmond was going to reveal.
The onmyouji told him with a wry grin, "This should be good now. The walls are a bit thick, so not much sound is going to escape from these four walls. There shouldn't be that much worry about exposure and stuff. If anyone outside wants in, they'd better knock."
Saito's arms folded against each other, as if to pose to show his expectancy for whatever Desmond had to show him. His eyes focused on his tenant's figure to mirror his posture.
"Well, Mr. Faraday... Whatever you're going to show me, now's the time."
Usually if Faraday was a magus, he wouldn't go so far to ask for any lodgings as poor as this. But since he seems to accept the scant nature of his room, it potentially crosses out the probability he was one... Yet, it didn't even help very much to divine what this foreigner's true nature was.
But it was something that Saito couldn't verify unless he bothered to use his Eyes. Yet strangely enough, his prudence silently advised him to stay quiet and to simply observe at the work that would soon be revealed under his eyes.
Saito seemed to be taking his actions rather well. By the look of him he seemed to be expecting something... abnormal. What Saito was in terms of the classification of the common man was not yet made aware to Desmond. But thus far he had determined that he was not a mere clinic owner.
The tension in the room seemed to be only given off by himself; the only time he openly showed it to anyone was a monster and a group of monks whom he tried to defend against not realizing they were allies. "Well you see, friend... I'm not exactly... 100%... human."
After taking off his jacket, he began the process before Saito had the time to be curious as to why his shirts only have one sleeve. The brief scent of burning flesh filled the room and faded soon after as his arm became a superheated anomaly. "According to some books I've read I'm what they call a 'psychic'... and believe it or not a bloody vampire vouched for it as well... before it tried to eat me. Regardless, friend, I need to know if this is going to be a problem. If so I could leave right now if you wish. I'd understand if you're a little... freaked out."
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A yet nascent evening found Remiel unexpectedly idle.
Usually the tall 'foreigner' found something to busy himself with, whether his meditations into his memories, to gather more clues about himself and to sharpen his psychic abilities, or something more mundane, like folding paper cranes for some strange job he had found in some bulletin board... (it said it required a certain level of Diligence... he wondered why they had to put that in their advertisement, with a capital D, no less...) but now, well, he was mostly bored. The books in the clinic were all technical gibberish to him, and he was not a social person to begin with... unless you counted his little patrols, but those were for much later, and he was not feeling like it, too... so, yes, mostly bored.
This is why he felt rather relieved that company has returned, but it seemed there were more than just his juvenile host...
Thursday, January 13th, 2002, 6:50 P.M.
"Saito... is that y--"
To be fair, he had reacted a little later than he should have; he had heard from his room the sound of the entrance opening and closing, the sound of people talking... it seemed dull stagnation did not suit the brain of the ponderous giant.
True, he could swim about in his introspection for a while, but it deadened him into a state of complacency, and it became grating and definitely not entertaining at all after a bit.
In the floor of his quarters he had arranged his bottles with different amounts of water, where he had been playing as a child would with his improvised xylophone, but that got old fast.
As for actually using the bottles for what they were supposed to do, well, he simply could not gather enough focus today for his hydrokinetic exercises... and so the turn of the second, a minute too late, found Remiel inadvertently watching and listening where the other two persons, one was Saito, and the other was an older stranger than he was not acquainted with... not that he had not done such things before.
"--something we need to address--"
Okay, he was not really that very worried about his young acquaintance, since he seemed a pretty good judge of people himself... no, it was more of curiosity. The pair did not notice him as they entered the room, and he heard the lock click. That ruined his little sneaky endeavor very early on... the walls were too thick for him to eavesdrop.
He sighed, putting up his right hand to hold to hold the bridge of his nose... oh, wait, he had something between his fingers... it was that card one of those kids in that kindergarten gave him... apparently it was part of a set in a card game... he had been staring at it before Saito and his guest came (wow, he was really bored).
Still, he was not about to give up. Perhaps the material of the door would be more conducive to his exploits? Taking great care not to rouse up too much of a fuss (although if the walls were that soundproof, maybe he should not have bothered), the false magician crept up upon the door, gluing an ear to its surface.
(If somebody had been watching his little wordless skit, it would have been rather funny. Pity such spectacles were left for only Gaia to witness.)
Agh, this one does not understand at all, that this one does not. He pressed his ear some more, and something in the lock seemed to click, making him twitch away from the door, as a kid who had been caught red-handed would do. The door seemed all right, though; it did not look as if his subjects had noticed his probing, and had gone to confront him. Then... what was that?
However, at that point, something else surprised Remiel. It was true that the Third Eye used the basic human senses as a foundation, and there was a very sharp limit to what he heard from the room... but if the spiritual ignition had been a sound, it would have been a rather powerful roar, and as such that caught Remiel's attention.
Curiosity or not... he placed a hand heavily on the door, considering if he should break it, if the master of the hovel is in possible danger... and was rather surprised to hear the rest of that click he had been hearing earlier continue, and more surprised as the door gave way... into the sight of the visitor's burning limb...
"Ah... Right Hand of the Forbidden One, that it is?" he sheepishly intoned. He had caught something... and at the same time... he had been caught, hadn't he?
As he looked on, his expression was best described to be calm and expectant of what would be revealed. The harsh odor of cinders erupted from Desmond's arm, becoming something completely unnatural to the human logic. Fire and rock formed upon the flesh, endowing it with a hellish appearance. The nature of Desmond's ability as it seemed, as if the fires of hell had devoured that arm as one of its own. Any people of religious devotion would probably denounce him as some sort of devil...
"...Holy shit," was all Saito could say as his face turned into utter surprise at the strange metamorphosis of the limb, "I've seen some weird stuff... But this one is a first."
He continued to gaze on the volcanic arm with an expert eye, closely looking upon the very design without any of the fear Desmond would've expect to appear. A psychic. No wonder. It definitely answered this question of categorizing his new tenant, and possibly saving him the time from using his Eyes on him.
Then the onmyouji looked back to answer with a rather blank expression, "That's... fine. Just don't touch anything with your hand like that. I would hate to replace them..."
He listlessly trailed off to examine more of Desmond's volcanic arm; now seeing nothing else, but a chunk of rock
"A vampire, huh? Sounds like you got a long story. It's not too weird, I guess. Just a bit unique in this world," Saito then chuckled, "Well, if anything I'm an--"
The door suddenly swung open to reveal Remiel's silver-headed presence in front of them, causing the landlord (and undoubtedly the tenant as well) to look over at the perpetrator. He furrowed his brows into a scowl, obviously peeved at the sudden entrance. Not only was the onmyouji peeved at the intrusion, it was really the lock's inability to keep the curious tenant out of their business.
A groan escaped him as he muttered to himself, "...I seriously could've sworn the lock works. Stupid old man... Why didn't you warn me about it? Goddammit."
--The inept drunkard who owns the clinic was going to be the death of him these days.
"Mr. Desmond. I introduce to you, your fellow tenant of this clinic, Remiel. Another psychic like you," Saito broke out of his own self-induced reveries, "Remiel, this is Mr. Desmond. Your new fellow tenant."
He let the silence fall in, waiting to see what their reactions were to all of this. But...
"Well, at least we're all in the same boat then. I guess. No worries..."
The onmyouji continued with a frown at the silver-head, "It would've been better if you knocked at least, Remiel."
Desmond took a fighting stance as the door swung open, ready to grab hold of the church agents face and reduce it to cinders. Only it wasn't a church agent at all, least not to his knowledge. A rather tall man toppled down upon the floor of the room. As Saito's expression seemed more annoyed than startled, he concluded that he wasn't much of a threat. The fact that he was here without being told to leave at this hour made it faintly obvious he was facing his new roommate, so to speak. This fact was soon confirmed by Saito himself.
"Ahh well hello there, friend! As your kind landlord said, I am Desmond Faraday, at your service." Desmond extended his hand to help the fallen man off his feet, all while retracting the cinderous appearance of his arm back to that of the original form. As per the norm it appeared as if nothing had occurred, as the flesh return to it's lively, healthy state.
"Well you all seem to be taking this rather well; vampires and volcanic limbs and all it does is leave ya a little zoned out? Guessin' there's more to the both of you than common appearances would attempt to hide if your not jottin' out the questions. So tell me, friends, what's your connection to this twisted world I've just so recently been forced down?"
If there was an elephant in this room Desmond just shot it in the knees and forced it on its way. Now that he had nothing to hide he wasn't about to hold back his own questions; they were the whole purpose of his arrival after all.
Whilst awaiting their responses Desmond made his way to the bed Saito had recently designated as his for the duration of his stay. Whilst he was being spoken to he began to take off his sweater and t-shirt so he could remove the arm-blade from his left arm. Simply put, this was the final test of reactions to see what was tolerated around this house. A concealed blade wasn't exactly legal but if young Saito and his new friend Remiel were apart of this strange world it shouldn't be too much of a stretch. As a side goal, he was going to see what they'd react to first; his weapon or his stripping. Either way he needed to apply lotion to the dry skin the contraptions edges left.
"Ah, this one was going to, that this one was... this one asks for your forgiveness on this matter, Saito, that this one asks."
It was true, to a certain extent; if he would have wanted to enter rather than to eavesdrop, he would have knocked, but the surge of spiritual presence had made him alarmed... and even then, he had not yet exerted effort to open the door; it just sort of gave way as he tensed. Furthermore, the transgression had been done in seeking the well-being of his host (all right, that was just a small part of it) and with the purpose of understanding! (Yes, that perfectly justifies snooping around people for no reason whatsoever!)
Still, he guessed, he was at fault, at least partially. He liked to think that the slight embarrassment of his entrance and his inglorious meeting with the floor weakened his penalty a little, but that was mostly for the clinic's owner... well, more correctly, manager, to decide.
"Faraday-san, that you are?"
He had not the privilege of seeing the visitor closely enough, but now he had. He looked average enough, unlike himself, although the structure of his face would never be mistaken as Japanese. His eyes also seemed to stand out more than was expected of that sort of eye color, but that may just be the fumbling tenant's imagination.
He is similar to this one?
Of course, he definitely could not pronounce the man's erroneous arm as something average. It seemed to be of the element of fire, going from appearances, although that may just be an aesthetic effect. Furthermore, he implied it was volcanic... volcanoes were those mountains that spewed out... very, very hot stuff, that those were, right? Still... while both their abilities could be simply classified as 'psychic', his seemed to involve more intellect, in the construction of tears in the fabric of reality, whilst this Desmond's seemed to rely on pure willpower, with the limitation that the distortion was centered on one point, one limb, of his body.
And that arm of his that glowed with an awesome power could have done something to his face. He really should be more... discreet. (Which is shorthand for 'not getting caught', in case you were wondering.) Taking the irony, of that very same hand helping him up to a more dignified position, in stride, he rose, patting down his clothes and attempting to fix his hair, though the effect was more of mussed.
And then their visitor, and future tenant, got interested in their reactions, or lack thereof. He took a quick glance at Saito, as if to say, 'how much have you told him about this one?'. Well, if he was right in his assumptions, before he knew Faraday-san had his burning grip, he probably informed him that he was an amnesiac. Not that it was a closely guarded secret, but still... he sighed. The stalker being secretive, how typical.
"Well... this one is a psychic, as Saito had said, that this one is... although this one's capacities are markedly different... that this one's are." he began; if Faraday-san wanted to see what he could do, then he would show it, but for now he would speak. "This one has been travelling quite a bit, met a couple of mages and vampires, and ended up here, that this one has." he continued. "This one's story probably is not as interesting as yours, Faraday-san... at least as far as this one can remember... that this one's is."
Specially when one has a blade like that concealed in his clothes. Remiel's reaction was one of slight amusement and more interest, like a child seeing a new toy with a unique mechanism. "Oh, so you can hide blades in such places, Faraday-san, that you can?" As what might have been expected, Remiel missed, or rather ignored, certain points, like how that blade could have been stabbed him or Saito. "Does that have something to do with the vampire you were talking about, does that?"
He turned to Saito, to finish. "This one thinks that Saito knows more of this... 'twisted world', as you called it, than this one, that this one does. This one's knowledge is mostly... practical, that this one's is."
Both new entities realize each other identities. It would be of no surprise if they both understood each other as they both belong in the same classification of their abilities. Two psychics of differentiating elements: Fire and Water.
Naturally many would believe the duo would be at odds at each other. Yet conflicting against the norm, they both seem to accept each other's presence with pleasantness and understanding. It would be a complete symbiosis of a trio as Saito, Remiel, and Desmond will start living together under one roof.
Only one could wonder what else could go wrong...
Thursday, January 13th, 2002, 6:50 P.M.
Saito nonchalantly eyed both of his tenants as they further introduced themselves. So far they seemed to be rather pleasant to each other, given their respectful personalities. A good thing as well since they would be living in this same clinic for some time, if not forever. It was a worry that was wasted. The onmyouji nodded at the silver-head's glance, as if to silently verify the unspoken question.
He then waited for Remiel to recount his own experiences, patiently waiting for him to finish about his own personal exploits that dictate his own experiences.
Adding to what Remiel said, "Yeah. Like I said before, Remiel's a psychic it seems. So looking at how you guys are pretty much on the same boat, I'm sure you can get along..."
"Well, I guess it's my turn," Saito continued with a small grin plastered on his face, "I'm basically an onmyouji. A Japanese Shaman. A magus of some sort. Something like that. I've been around this city for about two weeks now. So I had a few run-ins with just ghouls and a rampant Elemental so far. Speaking of which... Remiel helped me pacify that damned thing."
He paused to continue frowning at the memory the Mask graciously gifted him, it was a memory that would never go away in a long time...
But Saito turned his head to award his first tenant with a look of gruff gratitude for the earlier assistance, then back at Desmond who was already trying to start unpacking as his own discourse kept on going.
The onmyouji sheepishly added, "I'm more of a beginner, so I'm not that much. I've spent some time over at California for financial reasons, before heading back here...
He trailed off after spying on a trinket that shined upon revelation. A contraption on Desmond's other arm. An arm-blade from the looks of it, snugly strapped around the flesh of his limb as it was once concealed by the sleeve of his attire.
Saito admirably whistled at the mechanisms that make up the concealable weapon. Surely, as a human, some extra protection would be useful to get around in the supernatural. After all, anything could happen these days.
"Well, you weren't kidding that you dealt with vampires," he commented with eyes still carefully surveying the deadly edges and then at the bottom mechanism, "I'd hate to mess with ya if you have something like that. That would certainly be useful for those bloodsuckers."
He jabbed a finger at canister below to emphasize his point. A built-in flamethrower of all times? It was a wonder how he got that inside the country. Perhaps he bought the can after getting into the country? But on another note, it could be in a sense, a bit of overkill with such weaponry on the adult's person...
Certainly Desmond is surely a dangerous individual despite his jovial appearance.
"Which reminds me... I think I do know a person who could probably help with your problems," the onmyouji mused out loud towards Desmond, "But that depends if she's still around... And if she is, then you're in luck. She has a better understanding of psychics than I do."
His back leaned against the snow white walls of the clinic, starting to get a little comfortable with the extended stay inside the room.
"Her name is Aozaki Touko. A magus, but of different specialization. She heads this agency I also work at. Garan No Dou..."
Saito then translated into English, "Hall of Monastery."
As Desmond unequipped his blade both of his new acquaintances bore interest in it, as was expected. They both, however, believed it to be a tool against vampires, which was not really the case. "Ah, yes, the ordeal with the vampire. No no, this isn't specifically meant for fighting vampires, but self defense in general. My arm acts as more of a tool than a weapon."
Re-igniting his arm, he hopped off the bed and approached the two of them. "Here I'll show you what I mean. Don't worry, so long as you don't touch it you'll be fine." He raised his arm close to them so they could see the details he was referring to. "You see, friends, I use the term 'volcanic' a wee bit loosely. You see, the arm is encased in a sort of volcanic rock upon entering this state. Damaging it is not something one could do with ease."
"However, it doesn't specialize in dealing out flames and molten rock as projectiles. The usefulness of my arm mainly comes from my hand itself; when I squeeze onto something, the temperature of the palm raises. The palm still remains smooth even though the rest of the arm has become ridged. I have yet to be able to measure the maximum temperature of it, though I believe it may have the potential to match that of the Earth's core. Haven't had a need to use it to that degree, and I hope I never need to. The strain could potentially kill me."
"Now because of this, it's ability as a weapon requires physically gripping my target. That bad baby over there is much more practical for combat, as once I ignite this bad boy people tend to keep their distance and resort to range. Need a barrier to break though, and I'm ya man! Hahaha..."
"Oh, yeah, almost forgot. That vampire. Aye, friends, ya see I was locked in a room with a starving one at one point. Walls made of 2 meters of chrome steel. He was starvin and I was food. Called himself something special but I can't bloody remember the phrase... 'Dead Athlete' or somethin like that. Anyway, I'll leave it to your clever young minds to figure out how I got out of that one! Though I didn't have that blade at the time."
After extinguishing his arm he made his way back to his luggage. He had noticed the way Remiel had been addressing him. 'Faraday-san'. "Aye, friend, there's no need for such fancy ways of social conduct with me. Just Desmond is fine. Or Dez, as I have grown used to over the years. Of course 'Mr. Faraday' works as well as our lovely landlord here has been using. Sorry mate, never felt comfortable with those honorifics."
He dug out the aforementioned lotion and began applying it to his arm. Saito then brought up a peculiar tidbit of helpful information. "Well, friend, you just continue to amaze me. I predicted a good month before I would find any leads yet it has yet to be a full day and I have met a psychic, a mage, and now a possible lead to an expert on people of my nature. Your boss, no less! So, uhh... heh, she any good lookin? Might be able to work that ol' luck of the Irish on her if ya catch my drift. Hahahaa I'm just teasin' ya, friend! Knowing my luck shes a bloody werewolf. Though if you could get me in to see her if she's still kickin round that'd be lovely, mate!"
Desmond laid back upon his new bed, outstretching his arms. Truly the day had been overly prosperous. Things could wrap up nice and quickly... but now he was left with other potential thoughts. Just what would he do if he was gone within a week or two? He had no intention of returning to the monastery, as he planned on moving away rather soon to avoid leeching off of them any longer than needed... "Aye, friends, hope ya don't mind if I hit the hay now. Been a long day for me, if you know what I mean. I'll probably be up early regardless. We could continue discussions over breakfast?"
Bit longer than I thought it was going to be. Anyways, Saito if you a Ripple want to continue discussions after leaving Desmond to rest for a few posts thats fine. Then we can do a time cut to the morning. Sound good? Up to you two.
Silently, for he did not want to be intrusive as his host and fellow tenant continued their discussion, he listened.
The Faraday had continued on to discuss the specifics of his ability, making him want to share the specifics about his hydrokinesis, too, but for the moment he kept his mouth shut. They must have gained his confidence, Remiel surmised, since he was spilling out data regarding how his psionic heater worked, and how it was rather impractical to use in a skirmish, necessitating a need for a less clunky weapon.
He did not tell them outright how he managed to get out of the situation with the 'Dead Athlete', or something similar (he guessed it must be a title among vampires or something... he was fortunate enough that the vampires he had tussled with were... not very special). The fact that his arm might not have been that useful against the bloodsucker, and that he did not have the blade when he faced the fiend, was a titillating conundrum, at least for the other psychic.
Still, it was rather open-ended, even if one assumed that there were no other prisoners within the prison. Unless the undead one had an ability (you could be surprised at what sort of tricks unlife brought) to pierce through those two meters of... well, it sounded like some sort of really hard metal, he would have needed Faraday's arm (unless the metal was a sort that did not melt... you can never be sure when you did not have all the facts)... then, working on that assumption, the question was how Mr. Faraday survived after getting out, having to deal with whoever imprisoned them plus the hungry monstrosity...
The white-haired freelancer frowned a bit; he hoped his newest acquaintance would tell the complete story sometime. After all, given point A, imprisoned in 'chrome steel' with vampire, to point B, seemingly fine and still human and now becoming a new tenant, there were quite the number of possibilities. He sighed; he was getting drawn into thought exercises again... but at least that meant he was not so bored, now.
"Mr. Faraday, then, that it is."
The tall waterbender was slightly displeased that for a second time his to-be-companions forced him to drop the honorifics, although he would take the partial victory of the term 'Mister', which was almost equivalent to the Japanese '-san'. It had been one of his little ways of showing respect, after all. Still, if Faraday-s... Mr. Faraday was uncomfortable with his speech, he should try to amend as much as possible... well, as much as he could.
"If you must rest, Mr. Faraday, then you should, that you should."
Another little irksome fact... he wasn't able to, well, 'show off' what he could do, as Desmond had done so (although he had done that too when Saito and he deliberated in full, didn't he?). Still, Remiel took the little annoyances of life in stride, considering, optimistically, that now he had something more to think about, and something to look forward to, and that he would have someone more to talk to about the Moonlit World.
As such he banished his almost invisible frown in favor of a mild smile; while he might have not been given so many chances by the flow of conversation (which was partly his fault), he was happy, overall, by the inclusion of another comrade into their virtual ranks. (Of course, there wasn't really much they could allow as tenants of this place, since this was a clinic, rather than a dormitory or something, but as had been mentioned before, Remiel would take his victories when he could.) So it was that he allowed Desmond to take his leave.
As soon as Mr. Faraday had gone, he turned to Saito, to ask about certain things, since those certain things seemed to be left hanging... after which, perhaps they could follow their new comrade's example and do the old forty winks, or whatever they would like with their share of evening.
"Hall of Monastery, that it is?" he pondered, slightly prodding Saito about this 'agency' he works at that he didn't tell him about before. Well, perhaps Saito did not think this employer of his could help with his dilemma, or perhaps it just slipped his mind.
"What was that can attached to Mr. Faraday's blade, what was that?" he asked, too, as he was wont to do. It seemed to be just as important as the blade itself, at least with how the onmyouji regarded it. And lastly...
"Could this one call you Mr. Saito, could this one?" he finished, a little rhetorically, slightly grinning.
"Well, remind me not to ever get into a wrestling match with you," Saito remarked jocularly, "I would hate to be in a choke hold with you."
It was a tad disappointing that the volcanic nature of the arm lacked any ranged capabilities. But what made up for it, was sure to be as dangerous if not more. An arm made for utter destruction of most forms of physical barriers. Desmond was certain to be a fairly dangerous man. And as such, a dangerous man is followed by a dangerous background. Though nothing seemed quite certain for now these days...
The onmyouji grimaced at the thought of the Puppeteer. He still couldn't figure out much about her. But something "invisible" subtly told him so much could go wrong if Desmond decided to "put the moves" on her...
He muttered quietly only to himself, "Werewolf? Hell, no. That'd be worse."
It appeared Desmond wanted to be alone for the rest of the night. Wherever he was from, it was definitely likely to be a long trip based on the luggage.
"Breakfast sounds good then. It's not too late, technically. In fact, the night's still fresh. But, I understand if you want some alone time to get used to the place around here, Mr. Faraday. Just give us a holler if you need us. G'Night."
His back lifted off the wall, returning to stand fully on his two feet, preparing to leave the room to the new tenant. He gave a silent gesture towards Remiel. They both left the room as the door creaked shut to isolate Desmond on his own. The hallway shone its ceiling light upon the two as they exited, casting miming shadows upon the walls.
Saito looked back at Remiel, his attention sought after to answer questions.
"Yeah, that's where I also work. Information-gathering, pretty much," he answered glumly, "The can on his blade has flammable gas inside..." he hesitated for one moment to decide whether the silver-head's amnesia might be worse than expected or not, "I don't know about you, but if you could spray that and light it on fire... I think you get the idea."
Then the onmyouji frowned at his tenant next question and rolled his eyes in mock annoyance with a sigh.
"If you insist, fine, Mr. Remiel. Anyways, I'm off to finish some homework. I'll see you later."
He left the foreigner to his devices as he walked out of the hallway to his right to enter the more "residential" side of the clinic...
As the two individuals left the room, he immediately laid down, strewn across his bed. He had so much go on in the span of 24 hours. He know had a very firm ally for leading him down the path to gaining the knowledge he sought. Even then he had his doubts. What if that bastard Rico was truthful? What if, despite all his efforts, he was to be forced to live with this dreadful thing his entire life?
He knew this was not to become a permanent abode for one such as himself, but if the rumors he herd were true then the churches grasp over Japan was rather thin. ...I could just stay. This thought circulated his mind for a while. The specific amount of time unknown, though definitely for a lengthy period. Japan... a home? He had no interest of using his arm for financial benefits, but perhaps he could find employment somewhere. Granted if his skills were useful to his new host at this place he works at, the 'Hall of Monastery', he could lend a hand. Obviously if he is a form of mage this place isn't going to be some common church. When it came to subjects like this Desmond knew that jumping to what would seem unlikely was the best first step.
Besides, if Saito was going to assist him in any way then he would have to wait until his schedule opened up a bit. He was young and obviously attending school, so squeezing work into it would make his schedule rather thin--
"School... heh, there's an interestin' idea ya gotcha self there Dez." He rolled over, attempting to think of the possible opportunity he came up with. Though with all the exhaustion of travel he had dealt with today, he passed out immediately. ---
Darkness. Darkness all over. Desmond ignited his arm to shine light over the surrounding area. The monastery was empty; the monks all had vacated the premises. He was alone. He was not worried, however, as he had grown used to being secluded. He brought the solitude on himself anyway. His grades were not his focus, just the knowledge. He needed to absorb as much as he can to figure out himself. But no textbook held the answers. He was always alone with his face in the texts. Always alone, so why now? Why did this feel so depressing?
He ignored such feelings, and continued scouring the area for some sign of the resident monks. Confusion struck as he knew naught where to go, what to do. He walked out of the monastery doors and gazed upon the rolling hills outside. What dangers lurked out there? More of those things like Rico, most likely. But right now there was no one else, save himself. Unless that's what he thought.
A figure stood firm in the distance. He knew the dangers of venturing out there alone but he cared not a bit at the moment. He wanted to see someone. Anyone. He ventured out into the night, the cold wind blowing against his bare chest. Soon he was not 10 meters from the man. "'Scuse me, friend! Happen to know where everyone has gone to? I awoke naught an hour ago and seem to be alone here." The man stood there, his back to Desmond the entire time. He was an older man, with unkempt gray hair blowing softly in the night air.
"And that fact will not change, Desmond." Desmond stood in confusion, gazing upon the man whom knew his name. "Among this line we have always been alone. We tried to relate but were never understood. They never wanted to understand. A fine family we appeared on the surface but if not for the lineage of our fathers our blood and our minds would be the same as that of the commoners. But I never requested to be a noble, and neither did you. It was her majesty whom insisted on it."
The man spoke in a fine British accent. What he spoke of confused him, as well as the knowledge that he had about him. But as he was about to ask him a question, the man turned around. He recognized his face; then again how couldn't he. Being addressed by the great Michael Faraday, his own grandfather of many generations past, things started making more sense. How could this be? He figured it was a dream but upon this thought he couldn't awake. It did not feel like a dream at all, either. The cool touch of the cold on his chest felt way too real. Yet how could it not be?
Static electricity flowed around him as metallic rocks around him began to lit in a magnetic field being produced. "Stay strong, my child. You have been acquainted with many horrors and damages, but you must stay strong. Your gift is unique in ways you have yet to imagine--"
"Aye, and what could he do, oh 'great grandfather', eh?!" Michael was interrupted by the voice he would never forget. Behind him stood his father, Nathaniel. "He is nothing more... than a stain on my blood. As were you, old man! Ya think with both yer' funky abilities ya got that makes ya better men than the rest of us!? Think again, champ. Your alone, always will be, the last of our line too. And now, well... ask him."
He looked at his father with fear and sorrow. But who this 'him' was... "Behind ya, boy." Desmond hadn't a second to turn around around as Rico's claws gripped his throat and drove his fangs deep into it.
January 14th, 2002, 5:00am
Desmond leaped out of his bed, with a fierce scream. He seemed to be fine, save his eyes. The feeling was not like anything he felt before... no that's not true. He had felt this before. At CERN. They burned around his pupils for a brief minute before the sensation returned to normal. Whatever he just saw was not a mere dream, but he knew naught what to make of it. Shrugging, he made his way out of bed. His new acquaintances would be awake soon, so he thought it a nice idea to make them breakfast. He scavenged the fridge to see what he had for ingredients. Pancakes seemed like a fitting meal. Though as he got started he heard the footsteps of the first awoken tenant.
Whomever wants to be said person waking up can be I guess. Also if you wish to back track before the timeskip so you two can converse more go ahead.
His eyes swung open with his veins threatening to coalesce over the whites. Someone howled inside the residential side of the clinic, prompting him to sit upon his bed. Then there was silence. A most unnerving quiet that had Saito stare at the door for a bit in trepidation weighing him down on the bed. He gulped for a bit with his hesitation keeping his body frozen in place.
Curiosity made him leave with covers dismissed to the side of the bed with the door creaking open to let in what sunlight lied in wait from behind. He blinked as soon as he opened and saw nothing of importance. Nothing was in disarray. It was the same. Silence feel eerily upon his ears with shadows propped against the dull white walls.
"What the hell was that?" Saito muttered with nonplus leaking in each word.
He continued to peer to each side of the hallway as if trying to see if anyone else was awake. But then he paused mid-turn to realize the other tenants were back in the clinic, to much of his chagrin with his face falling slightly.
A groan escaped his lips to comment on the early day, "Great start to the morning isn't it?"
The onmyouji moved from the threshold of his door and shuffled feet against the furry carpet towards the direction of the scream originated from. With feet thumping heavily downstairs in descent, he could hear clinking and smacking below. A familiar sound of utensils being retrieved from the very wooden womb of the drawers for the morning's meal.
He slowly made his way into the kitchen almost dreadfully with sleep heavy in his eyes.
"Morning," he hollowly greeted him as he leaned against the wall to support his sleep-deprived figure, "You started that racket?"
OOC: Short for now, sorry. Also sorry for keeping you waiting.
”Mornin’, friend. Sleep well?” As Saito made his way into the kitchen Desmond continued whisking the contents on the bowl. ”Ah, sorry about the noise friend. Had a hell of an odd dream last night is all.” He was trying to get his mind off of that topic as best he could. Even now he could still feel the ice-cold sensation of fangs against the nape of his neck. It disgusted him.
”I see our other friends a mighty strong sleeper.” He had thought Remiel would have been awake by now, but apparently he was a sound sleeper. ”Thought I’d treat ya to some breakfast before ya go to school, friend. You like pancakes? I tell ya, friend, you’d never believe it but the guys down at the monastery had the most amazing recipe you could imagine. Ahh, but sorry to say I’m sworn to a vow of secrecy so you’ll have to rely on ya taste buds to find out!”
Giving a short laugh, he went back to whisking. As he did so, he wondered once more as to what would become of his life here. Surely he wouldn’t be capable of continuing this stroke of luck he had received yesterday, but still...
There’s somethin missing...
“Ah! That’s what it is!” Getting up, Desmond flung open the fridge, then the freezer after that. ”Hey, friend, you got yourself any blueberries in this kitchen? I swear, you’re cupboards are more barren than Father Donovan’s bowl on chicken-stew night.” Perhaps grocery shopping was going to be his first task of the day...
Let’s not doddle on this one. Not much to cover, just wanted to get it out of the way is all. Tying up loose ends and all is the real goal, ya know?
[smear:E9CB95]Aye, Friend... [/smear:9B6D2D]
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