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[closerthanheaven]

Action for 310 Miller

[Vincent got his hands on some radioluminescent paint (red, to be specific). He's decided to play a rather cruel joke on Heather, but everyone in the house will see this symbol painted on every mirror in the house. He'll be playing innocent in the living room, reading.]

Action at the Church

[Being a priest of an...interesting religion, Vincent decides to pay a visit to the church in town. It's certainly better decorated than the last one he was in, but it lacks the sheer size. A shame, that. He'd had a hand in building it.

He'll be walking around, just quietly observing everything about the church. He seems to be paying specific attention to pieces of art. He also appears to be readily approachable, so feel free to talk to him.]

Comments

[ON THE HOMEFRONT]

[lettertomyfutureself]

-That sound? That's the sound of Heather smashing the mirror to pieces in the upstairs bathroom next to her bedroom.-

[closerthanheaven]

[Vincent cringes slightly in his chair at the noise, but obviously, his little prank had worked. He stifles a laugh at the sound.]

Everything alright up there? You're not...bleeding, are you?

[lettertomyfutureself]

-He was answered by something flying at his head. It was the first thing she grabbed, and thankfully it wasn't a shard of glass, but instead the bar of soap by the sink.-

[closerthanheaven]

[Oh, this was just too fun. Being able to survive in the Otherworld without so much as a weapon meant that he was fast -- fast enough to deflect the errant bar of soap with the cover of his book. Good thing he preferred hard backs.]

If you are bleeding, make sure not to drip on the carpet...We're not in Silent Hill anymore.

[lettertomyfutureself]

I'm going out. You're a jackass. Enjoy cleaning up the mess you made.

-With a huff, Heather already moved past him to the door.-

[closerthanheaven]

I didn't break anything, so I'm not going to be the one to clean it up. [Regrets? Never. He'll just tell the drone to do it.]

You really need to learn to take a joke, Heather.

[lettertomyfutureself]

And you should learn to tell one that doesn't make me feel like shit. -Door open, door slam.-

[closerthanheaven]

[C'mon. You expect him to be a decent person? You're expecting way too much.]

[lettertomyfutureself]

-AT LEAST LESS OF A JERK, GOSH.-

[closerthanheaven]

[NOPE.AVI]

[Church]

[headedforhope]

[She's not here to pray. Mami's never found much reason to place her faith in some great cosmic being. But the Church has, at least, usually afforded a nice and quiet place to think.

Vincent's presence doesn't go unnoticed, nor ignored for long. Just what is he up to? In her experience, it's unusual behavior for Mayfield inhabitants.]

Excuse me, sir, but I have to ask - are you looking for something in particular?

[closerthanheaven]

[He looks at Mami with disinterest.]

I'm looking for familiarity. Is there a problem with me being here?

[headedforhope]

Not unless you cause one.

[The disinterested look is met with blank politeness and the slightest narrowing of eyes.]

It's just rare for anyone to take an interest in the....decor.

[closerthanheaven]

And why is that? Is no one interested in the art?

[headedforhope]

It seems not. And since the "art" tends to be mere additional props of the town, I can see why.

[closerthanheaven]

It's far more...intriguing than anything else this place has. It, at the very least, has some sort of...feeling to it.

[headedforhope]

[glances at the art in question

eyebrows slowly raise]

How so?

chuch;

[bloodsugar]

[there is another priest in this here church! a non-drone, to boot -- cassock'd and helpfully recognizable, if probably taller, lankier, and more silver-haired than the usual sort from the typical earth. this one is currently partaking in the obviously enthralling (if his effort is any indicator) task of picking sprinkles off a chocolate donut with a bakery box in his lap. he's seated in one of the front-most pews, and doesn't seem aware that his gluttony -- in the church, no less -- might have a witness.

...that is, til the doors close behind Vincent. they're rather hard to miss, you see -- and he jumps guiltily, smearing frosting all over his cheek in his look of UTTER HORROR--]

A-- AH-- it's-- not what it looks like, Sister, I was ju--

[...just? ...err. wait. this isn't the 'Sister' he was expecting.]

chuch;

[closerthanheaven]

[He's not a sister at all!

Vincent gives a curious look to Abel.]

Did I interrupt something?

chuRch really i can spell wow;

[bloodsugar]

[--oh. ...oh. well that's not awkward at all.

he's hastily shoving the donut into the bakery box and then shutting it, giving the single most non-exaggerated nervous laugh ever.]

N-- no! No, of course not! Please... please, ah. Come in and make yourself at home~!

And I just now realized it was misspelled.

[closerthanheaven]

[Well, that's not suspicious or anything.]

Perhaps your meal, maybe. [He seems more amused than anything else.] I take it you were expecting someone else?

LMAO i stared at it for a good few minutes going "something is wrong here...."

[bloodsugar]

[geez it's not like he was using the church as a sneaky place to be a glutton or anything Vincent it's all good...

ahem. just. ignore that frosting all over his cheek nothing to see here--]

--Not... not exactly! I thought you might be Sister Esther or Sister Ciel, that's all! They're often the ones heading into the church, so...

[err. --right! he hasn't met this man before. he wipes his hand off on his coat as he gets properly to his feet and holds it out amicably.]

Father Abel Nightroad, at your service~!

maximum derp achieved lmao

[closerthanheaven]

[Vincent keeps at arm's length even while he shakes Abel's hand; he likes his personal space.]

A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Father Abel. I'm Father Vincent Smith...A new arrival.

what a great first impression /quietly hangs head in shame

[bloodsugar]

[oh! well. noted.

...that just means you'll probably be more fun to troll considering he has no concept of personal space oops. he is smiling amicably, recovering from this... mishap.]

Ah-- Father Vincent! It's a pleasure to meet you! Another member of the clergy, is it...? We're gaining popularity around here!

R's are superfluous!

[closerthanheaven]

[The troll getting trolled? NO WAY.]

Yes, but...probably not of your specific belief set. [No, no, it was something far more of a clusterfuck of how many religions they could cram together in one go.]

Is it a recent influx?

oh do you think so too............... /judges the letter R

[bloodsugar]

Ah? Not a Catholic? [not that Abel minds, really -- you'll find the clergy in Mayfield aren't exactly uh, typical anyway. YOU'LL FIT RIGHT IN, VINCENT.]

--Mm, well, in a way...! Sister Ciel has been here going on two years, and Sister Esther arrived for the second time not too long ago. A companion from Sister Ciel's world just came last cycle.

[closerthanheaven]

Definitely not. I'll be better...equipped to tell you about if I ever get some of my books back. [Good luck explaining why there's Aztec gods haphazardly thrown in with demonology.]

Cycle? So...new people show up regularly?

[bloodsugar]

[that will be an amazing conversation one day.] Your books? --Ah, religious texts? [well, that makes sense.]

Mm, you could say that... It's a little predictable for all the madness around here. [he gestures to a pew, should his company want to sit.]

People start coming in waves around the beginning of the month, and it usually slows down the further in you get. So, you're a new face among many, I guess! [is it reassuring or just disconcerting to know the volume of people jerked around by their captors :|a]

[closerthanheaven]

Yes, that would be the logical conclusion.

Hm, so the start of every month, then? There's no...variance to it? [Ignoring the new part for now.]

[bloodsugar]

No, not particularly... not as long as I've been here, in any case!

[some elements of this place can be considered 'methodical madness,' after all.]

It's going on seven months for me. In that time, the way of things hasn't changed drastically...

[closerthanheaven]

I suppose those that...run this place would want to give those "trapped" here some sort of routine to expect. A form of comfort, or something like that.

[bloodsugar]

I wouldn't put it past them. [he heaves a long-suffering sigh at that.]

Honestly, as if being treated like lab rats wasn't enough -- we're made to endure the horrible clothing and lacking food, too! I'm half convinced this is some... hidden circle of Hell or the like!

[closerthanheaven]

[Horrible clothing? Pfft. Vincent wears stuff like this, anyway, only...a little bit less highwaisted. :|]

At least it provides interesting...research opportunities.

[bloodsugar]

[he doesn't really think it's horrible but MELODRAMATICS, good sir.]

--Research... opportunities? [what. WHAT are you suggesting exactly Mr. Clergyman?]

[closerthanheaven]

I have an...interest in the paranormal, so to speak.

[bloodsugar]

Paranormal, hm? [a clergyman with paranormal interests. sadly, this is not as strange as it probably should be.] Do you investigate that kind of thing at home, too?

[closerthanheaven]

You...could say that. [Considering the town he's from occasionally turned into blood and rusty metal...yes, yes he did.] I hold...held now, I suppose, a strong interest in the Otherworld back home.

[bloodsugar]

[your world is special Vincent, has anyone ever told you that...

'Otherworld?' that causes the perk of a curious brow.]

'Otherworld?' As in... the Afterlife? Or something else?

[closerthanheaven]

No, no, something much, much different. Silent Hill is a town that has an odd history. If someone in the town is more...psychically capable, their nightmares and negative feelings can influence how the town looks. Occasionally, it will manifest in different ways to different people. To most people, it's a nightmarish, horrible place filled with monsters. I, however, find it most fascinating.

[bloodsugar]

[wow. that... sounds...

incredibly CREEPY?? that sentiment is showing on his face, like he's got the heebie jeebies as Vincent goes on.]

H... how on Earth do you live somewhere like that? That sounds--

[run screaming forever etc...]

You're really ...fascinated by that kind of thing?

Church

[baptizedinflame]

[A retired missionary is also at the church. Still bandage free despite the icons.]

Enjoying the artwork?

[closerthanheaven]

[Vincent doesn't look at the man addressing him immediately, more interested in the art.]

Yes, it's always...interesting to see what artworks different theologies produce.

[baptizedinflame]

Were you part of a religious group before coming here?

[Most people who ended up in the Church were.]

[closerthanheaven]

Yes, I was. I figured this would be the most obvious place for that.

[baptizedinflame]

It certainly seems to draw all of us together.

Have you seen the small boy claiming to be the Pope yet?