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Post by Thaddeus Adeodatus on Mar 14, 2016 3:46:44 GMT
The hallway had been an ill-fated plan from the start. No matter how desolate, a corridor is a corridor, and those that stride will inevitably find their way to it, sooner or later - thus his plan had been doomed from the get go, Thaddeus had realized later on. After more time exchanging naught but threatening glances with magus he'd sure he had known from past, unpleasant encounters at both the Church and Clock Tower, the head of the Adeodatus family of magi had retired to his quarters, to try and sleep off the day. Too many people around, too many eyes directed at him alone, too many mouths who opened but spoke nothing of use. Chaldeas found itself filled with the type of people he'd grown to dislike in his distancing from the civilized world, so adaptation would take some time.
Even so, slumber refused to come. Every single time his eyelids threatened to shut for good and his mind would nearly be totally blanketed by repose, a rowdy sound from the outside would disturb him, causing his instincts to fling a Black Key or two at the door for good measure. Even with the tips of blades sticking out of the metal door, it seemed his new neighbors ceased not their partying, and whatever cause for festivity they found at saving the world from an unknown end, it seemed they were determined to celebrate it until dawn. Thus, Thaddeus left.
He walked and walked, wandering the halls with his mind lost amidst thoughts of home, his father, his church assignments and the staff that had once served him. Silently, he wished them well and prayed God stood beside them still, even though he knew that to be the case - after all, He never abandons his flock - yet the comfort of prayer had been something the man needed, right now. Like a fish out of the water, he felt surrounded by a word entirely too surreal for his tastes, even more disconnected from his quiet, pious reality than usual.
Yet, by the very nature of this mission, he found himself unable to quit.
Dressed in a simple black t-shirt and pants, the priest sighed silently as he laid leaning against the railing of the balcony that observed the now deadly silent hangar, having long ceased transportation orders for the day. Never would he have thought the most sound-polluted environment during day would be his haven during night. Truly, God works in mysterious ways.
The cross against his neck shone against a distant, red beeping light, one that served to guide aircraft inside. It marked his location like a beacon, shining against the darkness for none to see.
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Post by La Maupin on Mar 17, 2016 1:18:26 GMT
Julie was not drunk, but she was as close to it as she could get – and she’d tried very, very hard. The most troubling thing about being a servant was the fact that wine wasn’t as quick as it had used to be…in fact, it was barely effective at all. There had to be someone around with something more potent, but she’d deal with that later. For now, there were more pressing matters to attend to.
She’d never been particularly noble when she wasn’t literally on stage portraying someone that was, and so what right did these little Masters have assuming that she’d be faithful? A quick trip to the library could tell you all you needed to know about her reputation. The young lady that she’d been with last night had been the clingy type, though, and she’d somehow gotten it into her head that what they had could at some point blossom into…
…commitment.
Argh. No. Never. The word left an awful, bitter taste in her mouth. And so here she was, doing something that she’d done a great many times in life – avoiding a jilted lover like the plague. This seemed like a decent enough place to do it too, if only she could do something about the Catholic that was already here in the Hangar. Or perhaps she could just work around him.
“Forgive me Father, for I have sinned.” She said quickly as she passed him.
“No, but really – if a little redhead comes by looking for me, I’m going to need you to tell her that I’ve suddenly lost my memory. I have no idea who she is. Can you do that?”
She’d probably startled him, what with the amount of noise that she’d made running in, but that didn’t seem to occur to her. Instead she listened intently for his response while she got to work looking for a proper hiding place, or perhaps a disguise.
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Post by Thaddeus Adeodatus on Mar 18, 2016 6:19:11 GMT
Thaddeus had been aware, for some time, that this behavior times often scared those around him. He was nearly robotic, acting in the manner that seemed natural to him - which meant no wasted movement, no fidgets or idle glances, nary a hair rise out of place without a good reason behind it. Thus, as this obviously female, obviously loud presence approached him, the priest moved not an inch from place, for he didn't need even a look at her for a thorough analysis - troublesome. Possibly vain. Casual. Servant, most likely, given their eccentric personalities.
He needed to then interpret her words. Adulterous? Or possibly just a terrible friend, avoiding one's need for attention and dialogue? Didn't matter... such idle time at Chaldea drove him insane, entertaining thoughts such as this. A waste of time, surely, but one he found himself engaging in more often recently. Thaddeus cursed under his breath, silently damning whatever forces kept dragging his head down to such lows as he forced out a response more fitting of himself.
"First, I am not a church's caretaker, nor the ears of God. I am not an official priest, and thus I cannot provide a sanctioned confession. I cannot guarantee the absolution of your sins, nor am I guaranteed to listen without casting down judgment, although I'd like to believe myself capable of such a feat." The man of the faith spoke without turning his eyes, still staring dead ahead as he seemed to talk to himself more than Julie, specifically. Such degree of control seemed to come naturally, as his voice carried no hatred nor curiosity, devoid of a particular outlook on the situation. "Furthermore, I fear I cannot lie to one who might inquire for your bearings, for several reasons."
"On the most basic level -" He preached, still looking ahead as if teaching naught but the wall. "-one of the most direct verses in scripture on the nature of falsehood is found on Proverbs 12:22, 'Lying lips are abomination to the Lord: but they that deal truly are his delight.' Even if analyzing the holy words of the myriad religions existent in this planet, it is undeniable falsehood is a sin, categorized as such for its destructive potential and dishonest nature. It is the evasion of a problem, the denial it exists, the way of the fool."
For the first time since he'd began to speak, Thaddeus drew breath. He didn't seem to be in any particular hurry to do so.
"Tell the woman the truth, and cleanse yourself of troubles. The righteous and truthful shall inherit the Kingdom of God, and thus that is surely the Way."
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Post by La Maupin on Mar 27, 2016 3:49:04 GMT
Well, she hadn’t expected that. Perhaps she should have, though – he had that particular sort of faraway look in his eye that tended to suggest psychosis. But then, she’d already known that he was one of those Catholics, and so she really had no right to be surprised. They weren’t terrible people. On the contrary – when they weren’t blatantly corrupt, they tended to be too good for their own good. It was too early to tell with this one, but based on his dry, monotonous preaching, he couldn’t have been a villain. Villains were more interesting.
“…Right.” She said slowly, straightening herself up.
“I think you may have misunderstood me, dear.”
Misunderstood, or overestimated her conscience. In her experience people that were religious enough to have verses from their holy text memorized tended to expect more from other people than they were willing to give. It was times like this when she was reminded that really she ought to be more familiar with this than she was, given that she had at one point taken vows herself. In a certain light that could be taken to mean that she was a nun, but…something told her that burning a convent to the ground sort of negated any holiness that she might have gotten from the convent both then and at the end of her life. Alas.
“I’ve no interest at all in heaven. Truth be told, I might be happier elsewhere. But I suppose I can’t make you lie – I’ll do it myself.”
He wouldn’t have been a good liar anyway. Good liars were charismatic. They spoke well, or else nobody would trust them. And so the task fell to her, as did most things. Or…she supposed that she could simply stay here. Angry as she was, that girl who was looking for her was unlikely to try this place.
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Post by Thaddeus Adeodatus on Apr 3, 2016 5:59:30 GMT
"Very well." Thaddeus answers, his gaze still still in one spot in the horizon, a firm grip around the rail of the Hangar. "I shan't question your decision, and I'll try not to judge you for it. If that is the path you wish to take, that is your choice to make." He was not God. He couldn't cast down judgment upon this woman for her own troubles, and should she have strayed from the path of the Lord, it is between him and her whether she'd want to come back to it. Attempting to guide a flock that wants to be lost is simply wasting the time of the pious. Even then, he doubted his capacity for neutrality, yet for now it hadn't let him down yet.
"Save for if she asks of me for your location, we should have no issues." The man assures her. "This place is not owned by me, nor do I abhor your presence. You are free to hide here, should you like, but don't take my saying of so as an offense. You do not need my permission, as just stated."
It often seemed like Thaddeus was having elaborate discussions by himself. If that was simply a consequence of his conflicted mindset since his arrival at Chaldea or a matter that had always plagued the man, Julie had no way to know. And very likely, no interest to know.
"I'm afraid I have nothing to offer but conversation. If silence is desired, I shall indulge. If you'd rather talk, that is also fine and well, although given your earlier commentary, you would rather avoid the religious." He wouldn't have bothered to say anything else, usually, but his mind had been too idle as of late. Perhaps occupying it, even with an affair as useless as this, would prove to be productive. "I am versed in many topics from my childhood education, and have traveled a fair bit around the world. For reasons not entirely known to me, describing these experiences brings some kind of pleasure to some. Perhaps that would be favorable?"
A small pulse of golden prana lights the dark hangar, like a pebble hitting a still lake dead center.
"A Servant. Satisfactory stats." Thaddeus states, matter-of-factly. "I did not know Chaldea regulations allowed for relationships between staff and Heroic Spirits. Such endeavors are bound to end in tragedy, if you allow me the comment."
The dead cannot love the living. At least, as she's proven, not for long.
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