[Walking up behind Abel, he was only able to see he had a box and not what was inside it yet... if it had been anything physical at all, Cain's had just contained a note and then a rush of sensation.]
[he lifts his head up, startled by the sudden voice behind him -- having been thoroughly distracted by the contents of the box, he hadn't even heard him coming.
Abel is quick to swipe a hand over his eyes under his glasses. he was totally NOT being a woobie what are you talking about, his smile quick and hastily pasted.]
--A... ah, Cain...
[his eyes shift back to the box, and he gives a little nod... before nudging it toward him. inside were the articles of clothing and his badge, boots... all the dressings.]
[his fingers are tight around that rosary as if he had no intention of easing up his hold on it ever again, letting Cain look over the other contents absently.]
I'm extremely glad for that, Cain. Really.
[sob. he sits back on his haunches with a little sigh, but it's a contented one. this... he needed this, and the chain is going up and over his neck to let the beloved token rest where it belonged.]
...It's strange, I know. I never would've seen myself working for the likes of the Vatican back then, either. Probably the furthest thing from probable, right?
[GUESS WHO. vampires in a church aw yeah. he's sitting in one of the pews closer to the back door and turns with a start when it opens, even though the surprise dissipates as soon as he notices who it is.]
In this case, terribly small. [he rolls his eyes but reclines back against the pew anyway. there's a thick, old-looking bible in his lap, scripted in French.]
...Good afternoon? [Wow that sure looked strange, for someone to poke their head in so cautiously as if expecting to meet something dangerous inside a Church, under broad daylight! Not to mention there's someone plainly up front by the altar too, right now. That's just a bit suspicious, but the moment she notices the elaborate garb is when she'll... simply wait for him to say more first. Modified as they were, her nun's habits still looked fairly plain and standard, but that should be enough to distinguish her from a visitor. His however were fairly elaborate, but nothing that she could completely recognize down to the last stitch. Probably the style of another world, in all likelihood? :|a ...Eh, maybe she'll find out once they talk.]
[he immediately brightens -- and relaxes upon the familiar sight of a Sister (or so it would appear!) in the chapel, giving a slightly sheepish look as he steps properly inside.]
Aha... Good afternoon, Sister! I'm sorry if I'm bothering you...?
[Yes that much is legit! Oh, he seems to be mellowing out. That's good! She'll reflect it back with a soft smile of her own.]
Not at all, not many come here when the Sunday Mass isn't being conducted. ...But I do feel bad now; I come here often, yet I don't think we've previously spoken. [She'll offer a small and helpless smile while giving him another telltale look from head to toe. Especially with that outfit... unless he just got it recently?] My name is Ciel. May I ask for yours?
[he can notice that once-over; he's going to make his way up the aisle and for her, nudging glasses up his nose as he offers her a hand.]
Ah-- where are my manners? I'm Abel-- Father Abel Nightroad? [not... that she would recognize the name derp derp--]
--There's no need to apologize, really, I've-- well, been a bit caught up and afraid I neglected coming around sooner after ending up in Mayfield...! It's nice to meet you, Sister Ciel.
Phone... FILTERED........... and then REAL LIFE RIGHT NOW ACTION YEAH; custodismundiNovember 9 2011, 05:18:58 UTC
[yup he totally hung up on him. you can hear him in the background talking to someone, his voice getting CHEERFULLY further away before he puts it in the hook and Ed gets a dial tone.
headin' over to your house, bro, whistling a merry little tune as he goes. he'll be knockin' a knock in NO TIME OKAY. and he even brought presents as promised! he is like, the best neighbor.]
/trollfaces forever...custodismundiNovember 9 2011, 05:49:15 UTC
[WHAT it's not like he's worried about you or anything, bro. no, not him. he'd never do a thing like care about you Edward pfhfhslkjdf don't be silly.
he's there (and in cassock! look, he wasn't lying about the priest thing), holding out a pastry box from the bakery.]
Now is that any way to greet your neighbor? [just trying to (not) subtly peek past him.] I'm not coming at a bad time, am I? --No, no, of course not! So, where's the kitchen? We should get these on a plate before I'm tempted to inhale them all as we both know I'm prone to do, Edward...!
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Abel is quick to swipe a hand over his eyes under his glasses. he was totally NOT being a woobie what are you talking about, his smile quick and hastily pasted.]
--A... ah, Cain...
[his eyes shift back to the box, and he gives a little nod... before nudging it toward him. inside were the articles of clothing and his badge, boots... all the dressings.]
A care package, I guess... you got something?
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Halloween already came and went.
[He's not REALLY a priest, is he?]
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I'm extremely glad for that, Cain. Really.
[sob. he sits back on his haunches with a little sigh, but it's a contented one. this... he needed this, and the chain is going up and over his neck to let the beloved token rest where it belonged.]
...It's strange, I know. I never would've seen myself working for the likes of the Vatican back then, either. Probably the furthest thing from probable, right?
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However, I could hang the phone up right now...
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--Hey, hey! Wait up, would you?! I really had a purpose to this call, for once!!
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The bakery is in the other direction, you know.
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Abel looks extremely pleased at this development, relaxing as he stepped inside and let the door close heavy behind him.]
Mr. Charles~! So, it's a small world after all, eh?
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Are you looking for anyone in particular?
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[squinting at him........ but he's sliding into the pew beside him WHAT CLEARLY YOU WANTED HIS COMPANY.]
--Ah, no, not exactly...! I was just planning to look around a bit and sniff things out, here.
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[he immediately brightens -- and relaxes upon the familiar sight of a Sister (or so it would appear!) in the chapel, giving a slightly sheepish look as he steps properly inside.]
Aha... Good afternoon, Sister! I'm sorry if I'm bothering you...?
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Not at all, not many come here when the Sunday Mass isn't being conducted. ...But I do feel bad now; I come here often, yet I don't think we've previously spoken. [She'll offer a small and helpless smile while giving him another telltale look from head to toe. Especially with that outfit... unless he just got it recently?] My name is Ciel. May I ask for yours?
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Ah-- where are my manners? I'm Abel-- Father Abel Nightroad? [not... that she would recognize the name derp derp--]
--There's no need to apologize, really, I've-- well, been a bit caught up and afraid I neglected coming around sooner after ending up in Mayfield...! It's nice to meet you, Sister Ciel.
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What?! Did you completely forget EVERYTHING I told you?
HEY. Are you even listening to me?
-- Hello?
[That fucker. He hung up on him didn't he.]
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headin' over to your house, bro, whistling a merry little tune as he goes. he'll be knockin' a knock in NO TIME OKAY. and he even brought presents as promised! he is like, the best neighbor.]
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What the hell are you doing here?
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he's there (and in cassock! look, he wasn't lying about the priest thing), holding out a pastry box from the bakery.]
Now is that any way to greet your neighbor? [just trying to (not) subtly peek past him.] I'm not coming at a bad time, am I? --No, no, of course not! So, where's the kitchen? We should get these on a plate before I'm tempted to inhale them all as we both know I'm prone to do, Edward...!
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