Excellent, of course, sir.
I continue my main job in the chapel, of course, and I've taken shifts in the kitchen as well, as requested.
I continue my main job in the chapel, of course, and I've taken shifts in the kitchen as well, as requested.
Jesus fucking christ...come on, pick up.
[Hanna sounds rather rattled, coughing into his arm as he runs through that door he'd tried to avoid, and like before, the moment he steps through it, he's back on the Barge. A glance back to just an empty hallway rather than the scene he left behind, and he shakes his head. No. This has to stop, no looking back, just forward.]
Vinny, you there? I uh...I really need to talk to you about something. Heading to your cabin, you in?
[Hanna sounds rather rattled, coughing into his arm as he runs through that door he'd tried to avoid, and like before, the moment he steps through it, he's back on the Barge. A glance back to just an empty hallway rather than the scene he left behind, and he shakes his head. No. This has to stop, no looking back, just forward.]
Vinny, you there? I uh...I really need to talk to you about something. Heading to your cabin, you in?
[ What has Vincent been thinking of all of this?
The fact is: he hasn't. He's wondered if this is what he was sent here for, some anchor to let his god have an in to this place. Or perhaps it's just that the world will always change, always reflect these truths, the darkness within, that all places will eventually see the truth. Or, of course, it could just be a weird flood. Who the fuck knows how things work here? He could think those things but all of that requires more thought than he's been willing to put to any of it.
No, he's seen and heard people suffering and he's done what he's always done: been glad that it doesn't seem to be effecting him in any way, that the protections carved into his body and worn on his person are still effective, and let people do as they will.
None of them care about him, after all.
Jacob cares about his Father Vincent, but he knows he spooked him when he was finally honest. It's a mistake he won't make again.
Lark cares about his deal and if he thinks that having Vincent behave himself and act like a good little doggy is the way to go, that's fine. It's how he's behaved before, when others were in power. Keeping his mouth shut and staying out of trouble has always been plan one. He doesn't want to, or need to, be a hero.
For the most part, anyone else is incidental. Norton, not incidental but certainly not a concern, could happily fucking rot in the Otherworld, if that's what it actually is. The only other person was- ]
Yes, of course. I'm usually in.
Where else would I be?
[ No shifts to go to right this moment, and who would want to socialize? He has his library. ]
The fact is: he hasn't. He's wondered if this is what he was sent here for, some anchor to let his god have an in to this place. Or perhaps it's just that the world will always change, always reflect these truths, the darkness within, that all places will eventually see the truth. Or, of course, it could just be a weird flood. Who the fuck knows how things work here? He could think those things but all of that requires more thought than he's been willing to put to any of it.
No, he's seen and heard people suffering and he's done what he's always done: been glad that it doesn't seem to be effecting him in any way, that the protections carved into his body and worn on his person are still effective, and let people do as they will.
None of them care about him, after all.
Jacob cares about his Father Vincent, but he knows he spooked him when he was finally honest. It's a mistake he won't make again.
Lark cares about his deal and if he thinks that having Vincent behave himself and act like a good little doggy is the way to go, that's fine. It's how he's behaved before, when others were in power. Keeping his mouth shut and staying out of trouble has always been plan one. He doesn't want to, or need to, be a hero.
For the most part, anyone else is incidental. Norton, not incidental but certainly not a concern, could happily fucking rot in the Otherworld, if that's what it actually is. The only other person was- ]
Yes, of course. I'm usually in.
Where else would I be?
[ No shifts to go to right this moment, and who would want to socialize? He has his library. ]
Hey Father Vincent. Mind if I bother you for a sec?
Of course, Miss Aerith. How can I help you?
Hanna has actually extended some protections to me via his own abilities, and I've been using what I have for myself, of course.
I'll admit that weapons would be rather useless for me. Don't they say that they're more dangerous to you than an opponent if you're untrained? And I am.
[ Beat. ]
But I appreciate the effort.
I'll admit that weapons would be rather useless for me. Don't they say that they're more dangerous to you than an opponent if you're untrained? And I am.
[ Beat. ]
But I appreciate the effort.
Father Vincent.
I don't have a long-sustaining spell for fireproofing, but I can look for one.
What would you like me to do to help?
I don't have a long-sustaining spell for fireproofing, but I can look for one.
What would you like me to do to help?
For the moment, there's hardly anything to do to help with other than clean and I think I'm mostly done.
[Hanna, while thinking that it would have been better to just forget the whole thing happened seeing as he didn't actually die, finds himself reaching for his communicator once he's back in his room. Aerith is probably going to tattle, and well...it'd probably be better if he tattled on himself first. Downplayed the whole thing, and it'd be fine right? It wasn't even his fault this time, he was seriously just working.
He removes his broken glasses, because that doesn't look all that great, and Aerith had helped him out with a heal, so at the very least the bleeding cut perfectly circling his throat wasn't visible any more. He's trying not to squint at the screen as he smiles, shit was a little blurry.]
Heeeeeey, so. Just wanted to let you know if Aerith mentions anything about serial killers or like...attempted murders in the library, I am A-OK, and you have nothing to worry about.
Nothing else to report, um. Hope your having a good day? And again, I'm like. Totally fine. It's fine, not a scratch on me. Honest. [Any more, anyways.]
He removes his broken glasses, because that doesn't look all that great, and Aerith had helped him out with a heal, so at the very least the bleeding cut perfectly circling his throat wasn't visible any more. He's trying not to squint at the screen as he smiles, shit was a little blurry.]
Heeeeeey, so. Just wanted to let you know if Aerith mentions anything about serial killers or like...attempted murders in the library, I am A-OK, and you have nothing to worry about.
Nothing else to report, um. Hope your having a good day? And again, I'm like. Totally fine. It's fine, not a scratch on me. Honest. [Any more, anyways.]
[ You'd think he'd be a little more upset. But actually, honestly, this isn't going to set him off. Instead- ]
I trust the perpetrator has been reported to a warden, or their warden already?
I trust the perpetrator has been reported to a warden, or their warden already?
Shortly after he's finished removing the hidden seals from the wardrobe, Hanna, pockets stuffed with his magic glue traps makes his way up to the deck. He takes the stairs to try and get some of that frustration out, but it really doesn't help as he strolls into the Chapel.
Far more dramatically than he should, he flops into a pew and very loudly says, "please, oh great spaghetti monster, absolve me of my sins for I put Arthur fucking Lester in a safety bubble for ten minutes and he was totally fine."
Far more dramatically than he should, he flops into a pew and very loudly says, "please, oh great spaghetti monster, absolve me of my sins for I put Arthur fucking Lester in a safety bubble for ten minutes and he was totally fine."
Vincent will make his way over, slowly, and immediately put a hand in Hanna's hair. His head is getting gently scritched before he tilts his own to peer at Hanna.
"That bad, hmm?"
"That bad, hmm?"
It's been at least a week, Hanna can't exactly come up with any excuses other than not wanting to be an ass entirely on purpose. He'd shown up at movie night and then Edwin disappeared the following day.
But just because everything feels like it might slip through his fingers doesn't mean he should avoid the hell out of his boyfriend.
Showing up at his door at closing on midnight might be a little late, but Hanna didn't usually keep regular hours anyways, and maybe this means he'll be too tired to be irritated with him for ghosting him. He'll knock quietly and rock back and forth on his heels as he waits, half hoping he didn't hear it.
But just because everything feels like it might slip through his fingers doesn't mean he should avoid the hell out of his boyfriend.
Showing up at his door at closing on midnight might be a little late, but Hanna didn't usually keep regular hours anyways, and maybe this means he'll be too tired to be irritated with him for ghosting him. He'll knock quietly and rock back and forth on his heels as he waits, half hoping he didn't hear it.
Vincent hardly keeps normal hours, which is why he's awake, albeit in bed and reading. He'll come to the door, steps hastening a little more when he picks up a distinctive sort of scent. He looks calm all the same as he opens the door and tilts his head.
"Well, well, well, I don't recall ordering delivery but I certainly won't shoo such an attractive parcel away."
And he'll step back to welcome him in.
"Well, well, well, I don't recall ordering delivery but I certainly won't shoo such an attractive parcel away."
And he'll step back to welcome him in.
Lark is reclining in the library, reading up on decorative gardening, when he gets up to saunter away to the commissary to get a snack. Which is when he smells...
Well. Distress might be too strong a word but it's a relative of the right one, certainly. So instead of going to get Doritos he knocks on Vincent's door.
Well. Distress might be too strong a word but it's a relative of the right one, certainly. So instead of going to get Doritos he knocks on Vincent's door.
Vincent will come to the door. And Vincent looks fine.
Mostly.
His pupils are blown wide, so much so that the difference in the size and shape of them is very obvious, his heart rate is a mess, he stinks of despair and panic, and lips are moving independently of his eyes in a disconcerting sort of way.
"Lark, yes, how can I help you?"
Mostly.
His pupils are blown wide, so much so that the difference in the size and shape of them is very obvious, his heart rate is a mess, he stinks of despair and panic, and lips are moving independently of his eyes in a disconcerting sort of way.
"Lark, yes, how can I help you?"
You'll be pleased to know Lark did actually seek me out to talk about religious orphanages, in his own tactful words. I'd be happy to show you the discussion, if you wish, he called me on video.
[ He expected him to. He wasn't sure how much he'd expected to come from it, but he's been reasonably sure Lark would go and that Arthur would be as aggravated as he's been. It sounds it from his reckoning.]
My apologies, as that is what I told him to ask about. I suppose he came at it with a dazzling display of tact and humble appreciation for your assistance?
My apologies, as that is what I told him to ask about. I suppose he came at it with a dazzling display of tact and humble appreciation for your assistance?
When he'd found out this morning from Taylor he already had some thoughts forming on what he was going to do, but after talking with Ulla, shoring up some plan, Hanna waits until around the time Vincent gets off work, waiting at his door. If he texts him he knows he's going to give some of it away before he's even there, so silence is the better option to contain his excitement.
Rearranging some little notes on what he's got figured out in his head, he tries to be patient as he waits. That does not mean that he is keeping still though, and there is a smile on his face that can't be touched by anything, bright and bold enough to light up the whole fucking hallway.
Rearranging some little notes on what he's got figured out in his head, he tries to be patient as he waits. That does not mean that he is keeping still though, and there is a smile on his face that can't be touched by anything, bright and bold enough to light up the whole fucking hallway.
Vincent sees Hanna at his door and honestly, earnestly, his main concern is the fact that he's out of bed.
"Are you certain you should be running around at this point? Shouldn't you be in bed?"
"Are you certain you should be running around at this point? Shouldn't you be in bed?"
About a quarter of it. I still have about a quarter left, and the other half went into both practice at woodworking since I'm a touch rusty and the box that that box was presented in as wrapping.
In so many words, however: yes.
In so many words, however: yes.
Hey, meet me in the Enclosure in an hour? Bring a jacket.
Hello, Vincent. I thought we might go over some ideas for the chapel. When would be a good time for you?
I also remember you had some interest in careers guidance. Did anyone follow up on that? I think it's a good idea, something the barge as a whole would benefit from. If no-one else has volunteered, I would be happy to help set something up. Perhaps you might suggest people we could include, I'm certain you know more people here than I do.
I also remember you had some interest in careers guidance. Did anyone follow up on that? I think it's a good idea, something the barge as a whole would benefit from. If no-one else has volunteered, I would be happy to help set something up. Perhaps you might suggest people we could include, I'm certain you know more people here than I do.
His whiskey stash is feeling a bit more quickly drained than he'd anticipated, after the last two weeks, but he's still got a glass for himself, the kettle boiled and the door unlocked for Vincent to arrive following his message.
He still knocks. Always.
But he'll slip in quickly afterwards, closing the door lightly behind him.
"Percentage of the ship you'd like to light on fire? I'm asking for comparison."
But he'll slip in quickly afterwards, closing the door lightly behind him.
"Percentage of the ship you'd like to light on fire? I'm asking for comparison."
Much like the last time Hanna had woke up from a coma he's a little bleary eyed, staring at the ceiling a moment and trying to figure out why his mouth is so fucking dry.
It isn't like he got cottonmouth from recreational magic, though turning his head and adjusting under the covers he catches blurry sight of Vincent sitting at the kitchen island and that's kind of odd.
Was he there when he went to sleep? When did he go to sleep?
He goes to ask, sitting up and rubbing at his eyes but it's swallowed up by a yawn, completely unintelligible.
It isn't like he got cottonmouth from recreational magic, though turning his head and adjusting under the covers he catches blurry sight of Vincent sitting at the kitchen island and that's kind of odd.
Was he there when he went to sleep? When did he go to sleep?
He goes to ask, sitting up and rubbing at his eyes but it's swallowed up by a yawn, completely unintelligible.
It's a good thing he's gone blurry, because he'd gone still with shock from seeing Hanna finally wake up. Thankfully, post yawn, he's already relaxed. It means that Vincent is smiling faintly over at him once he's done.
He prefers it that way.
"Good morning, sleeping beauty."
He prefers it that way.
"Good morning, sleeping beauty."
Vincent? Where are you?
I'd like to say sorry in person.
I'd like to say sorry in person.
[ The line is picked up quickly enough. ]
You have nothing to apologize for. You, rightfully, assumed Hanna had explained things to me. Given I encouraged him to take care of himself more, one would think he'd told me about the work. It wasn't your responsibility.
You have nothing to apologize for. You, rightfully, assumed Hanna had explained things to me. Given I encouraged him to take care of himself more, one would think he'd told me about the work. It wasn't your responsibility.
Its a blessing that when Hanna wakes up he isn't in the same state he was in when he died. That doesn't mean as he gasps awake that it hurts any less, sitting up suddenly only to fall back down and curl in on himself a little.
"Jesus christ, this is why I dont fuck with demons..." he rasps out, eyes closed tight as he hugs himself. Exorcism for ghosts only. Anything else and he's definitely outmatched too many times over.
"Jesus christ, this is why I dont fuck with demons..." he rasps out, eyes closed tight as he hugs himself. Exorcism for ghosts only. Anything else and he's definitely outmatched too many times over.
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He might not be surprised to hear a certain voice a moment later.
"Now, now, that would be cheating and I'd be very cross. Especially if you fucked, with him, after that," he says placidly, his hands moving over what looks like a small hand-held chalkboard. It's something he picked up at the last port.
He's erasing something.
"There's water on the table there and aspirin with it. You've been out for a few hours."
"Now, now, that would be cheating and I'd be very cross. Especially if you fucked, with him, after that," he says placidly, his hands moving over what looks like a small hand-held chalkboard. It's something he picked up at the last port.
He's erasing something.
"There's water on the table there and aspirin with it. You've been out for a few hours."
[Ultimately he chooses text to reach out, though Vincent may certainly respond in any way he feels comfortable.]
Good day, Vincent, my name is Hythlodaeus. Per the Admiral's announcements, I'm taking the opportunity to introduce myself.
Do you have a preferred way to conduct an initial conversation? My cabin is most certainly open to you.
Good day, Vincent, my name is Hythlodaeus. Per the Admiral's announcements, I'm taking the opportunity to introduce myself.
Do you have a preferred way to conduct an initial conversation? My cabin is most certainly open to you.
[ And now it's real. Alas that he couldn't have discovered he'd graduated in the last few days. ]
That would be perfectly acceptable. Where is your cabin?
That would be perfectly acceptable. Where is your cabin?
She waited a few minutes to give Arthur time to get back to his own room before she slid out of her cabin. She felt wary and a little shaky, thanks to that big talk.
But that was all the more reason to slip over to Vincent's cabin, sending a text along the way.
Coming over to your place. Sorry it's early.
Normally she came over for naps later in the day, if not full on sleep with him there. But it had been...a morning.
But that was all the more reason to slip over to Vincent's cabin, sending a text along the way.
Coming over to your place. Sorry it's early.
Normally she came over for naps later in the day, if not full on sleep with him there. But it had been...a morning.
Why are you apologizing for giving me a chance to see you?
The door will open before she knocks.
The door will open before she knocks.
[Its early, Hanna is on his way to the Gazebo, but he makes a call while he's in the elevator.
It doesn't matter if Vincent responds right away, he's allowed to sleep in if he so desires, but he's thought about calling him since midnight and this is the more sane option.]
Good morning babe, hope you slept well.
[His tone is very much 'I'm so excited I might explode'.]
When you get this, maybe give me a ring back? Kinda wanted to see you before we both got into the bullshit of the day.
You know where I'll be.
[He clears his throat, making sure his words are clear as he signs off.]
Love you!
It doesn't matter if Vincent responds right away, he's allowed to sleep in if he so desires, but he's thought about calling him since midnight and this is the more sane option.]
Good morning babe, hope you slept well.
[His tone is very much 'I'm so excited I might explode'.]
When you get this, maybe give me a ring back? Kinda wanted to see you before we both got into the bullshit of the day.
You know where I'll be.
[He clears his throat, making sure his words are clear as he signs off.]
Love you!
[ As per usual, Hanna has no right to be that adorable and the fact that he's doing it before morning coffee is a crime against everyone on board. The fact that Vincent is smiling as he looks at his communicator is no one's business but his. ]
You also know where I'll be, to be fair. So which one of us will blink first, I wonder.
You also know where I'll be, to be fair. So which one of us will blink first, I wonder.
Good day, Father Vincent. It seems the Admiral has...I'm not sure if it's a sense of humor about this pairing.
It is something.
[His voice is easy, gentle enough. Filled with good humor at least.]
Are you currently busy? We can meet later if so.
It is something.
[His voice is easy, gentle enough. Filled with good humor at least.]
Are you currently busy? We can meet later if so.
I am not, as a matter of fact. We can meet at your convenience, Father Oscar.
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Hello Vincent.
It seems we had a bit of a time. I think we should talk, don't you?
It seems we had a bit of a time. I think we should talk, don't you?
[ He's having a Time of it. But- ]
Yes, I suppose we should.
Yes, I suppose we should.
I have the file, but we don't have to speak of it now.
I'd much prefer we did, actually. Do you have time right now?
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After the flood, he comes to Vincent, and his face and hands are sticky with blood and ash. The clothes are clean - he didn't wear this form when he went after Ashton - but the blood stays with him. There's a dark patch on his chest where Ashton's blood is seeping though his shirt where from the underside. He has cuts on his cheeks, on his lips, but nothing to account for even a fraction of the blood.
"Do you want the knives back?"
After the flood, he comes to Vincent, and his face and hands are sticky with blood and ash. The clothes are clean - he didn't wear this form when he went after Ashton - but the blood stays with him. There's a dark patch on his chest where Ashton's blood is seeping though his shirt where from the underside. He has cuts on his cheeks, on his lips, but nothing to account for even a fraction of the blood.
"Do you want the knives back?"
Vincent, who is curled up in his bed, who is... grappling with more than a few things before he tries to check his communicator to deal with anything, looks up... and blinks, turning immediately to put his hands out to touch Kahl, to pat him, look him over. He's concerned.
"No, I don't want the knives back. Are you- are you okay?"
"No, I don't want the knives back. Are you- are you okay?"
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