The Black Parade

[Noctis Corvo]

Kane's head was swimming. He sat upon the roof of the cathedral, overlooking the vast city of Londonium. He knew so much and had so little way to process it. Making matters worse, he could feel the pieces of Noctis grasping for cohesion in the back of his mind. He could feel the other spirit drowning. It made him nauseous. For once he didnt know what to do. He finally came to the conlusion to call up a friend, someone he trusted, someone he felt he could discuss these new events with. Pulling up the interface, he selected his Guild leader and friend Dumah, and sent him a PM.

Dumah,
If you get this, could you meet me on the roof of the guildhall. Theres some things I need to discuss with someone.
Noctis


Hitting send, he leaned back and stared off into the evening sky.

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He would hear his guildmaster approachin, as the few sounds from the streets below were just the calm sounds of people having their dinner, Kane sat overlooking towards the setting sun. His suit seemed a bit disheveled, his tie loosened and the top buttons undone. Instead of his normal, rather well dressed self, he looked like a man whom had just come back from a bad funeral of a close family member. A single cigarette sat glowing out of place in the edge of his mouth. Hearing his guild master he would turn, removing the burning piece of paper from his mouth and motioning. "Come come sit, make yourself comfortable." He would hold up his box offering dumah his own, before setting it down and continuing. Gazzing off at the bright colors, he addressed his friend after takimg a drag of the stick. "You know, I havent sat down and appreciated the sunset in a while. Ive been so busy with adjusting to the world as a whole that I just...ignored it. But now, sitting here...if I died right now with this as my last view, I think I could die happy..." he took the stick from his lips, letting out a slow stream of smoke, holding up the embered end to silhouette the sun in his vision as he waited for a response from his friend.

Tags: @dumah

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With a tray in his hands, two cups and a pot of Earl Grey on it, Ciriodhûl roamed the cathedral’s halls. I wonder how I am supposed to find someone here. He had finally made up his mind and a good ol’ British tea to train his skills as a housekeeper. At first he had been looking for Katarina – the female cleric Dumah had chose to be his mentor – but now that he was not even able to find one guild member, he was just looking for a person in the cathedral he could surprise. He had already made his way to the top floor by now. Wait, I didn’t look there, did I?

Surprised by the sudden evening breeze making his ponytail flutter in the wind Ciriodhûl stood there silently. I am on the roof? I thought I would just get to another room. In front of his eyes laid Londinium, spread out and bathed in the warm orange light of the sunset. He had never understood why the light of Reactive Heal resembled the light of the evening, a symbol of the end. But standing here, embraced by the sun’s last beams of the day, he knew the reason. He shut his lids and exhaled deeply. His limbs eased. For a few moments he just stood still and lost himself in the warm embrace, and thought. Thought about the loneliness, Zyoto, the first adventurer who had truly asked for his help although she did not need it, Shuwen, the chef who had tried to make schnitzel and then had somehow driven him into a hunt, and finally Dumah, the guild master who had accepted him as a member. When he opened his eyes again and returned to the world, a person sitting on the roof he had not noticed beforehand attracted his attention. It was Noctis. The heretic sat there smoking a cigarette. Unlike his appearance, when they were introduced to each other, he did not induce anxiousness in the cleric’s heart. His aura was broken and a much deeper laying vibe drifted its way to Ciriodhûl. “I hope I do not bother you”, the housekeeper said strangely taken aback, but had enough common sense left in him to see that Noctis was obviously waiting for someone. “I made some black tea.” He put the tray up in the air for a short time so that the heretic could better see it, while he waited for a response and hoped that he had not ignored a previous comment, while he had been lost in thought and had shut himself from the outside world.


Tags: @dumah | Noctis Corvo