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Post by Adrian on Jul 12, 2008 11:22:01 GMT -5
A light chuckle came from the ebony-haired man with graying streaks that did no justice at all to his true age. Looking over at the priest who appeared young despite his white hair, he realized easily enough they were talking through a device of some sort. It had been quite a while since something had made him personallly laugh. More often than not, it would be his inner Darkness that would laugh mockingly at an opponent rather than his actual self.
"Are you alright Father Luel? If you like. . .I could play you a song until it's time to go."
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Post by Luka on Jul 12, 2008 22:47:27 GMT -5
The priest grimaced as communications were cut with a loud feedback squeal. He focused on the Knight again. "Y-yeah, I'm ok!"
His expression immediately blossomed into a smile as he clapped his hands together. "A song? You truly are a talented individual, Mr Knight!" The priest's mouth turned down as his shoulders slumped, "I couldn't carry a tune to save my life~...but please, don't let me interrupt you!"
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Post by Adrian on Jul 13, 2008 2:20:02 GMT -5
He nodded before looking around him for something, eyes settling on a place where sunlight conflicted with the scenery to create a shadow. The former knight rose up to walk toward the shadow, crouching in fron of it. When he rose up, Connor had a rather wicked looking electric guitar in his hands. It was silver with a rather interesting pattern upon it. Positioning himself as any guitar layer would, he then turned his head to look over at Luel with a questioning look. Apparently today he was taking requests.
"What would you like to hear?"
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Post by Luka on Jul 13, 2008 2:25:09 GMT -5
A thoughtful look passed over the priest's face as he contemplated his decision. Choices, choices~
"Ah...maybe...something a little relaxing?" He laughed nervously, "I'm not sure if you can do that on...that, but we both sure could use it!"
Pretty much anything the Knight could play right now would be good, especially since the priest was pretty much tone-deaf and wouldn't pick up any mistakes. He was easily impressed to say the least.
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Post by Adrian on Jul 13, 2008 14:20:18 GMT -5
"I'm sure that I can remember something that I've heard along my travels. Not every muscian I've heard play is interested in making this instrument scream."
He replied with a confident tone as he tried to search through his memories for something that. . .obviously had been written since the invention of the electric guitar. In his opinion this was still very new, but some humans with a shorter life span would say it was old. Either way, he began to play a relaxing song with that intent in mind. This was much dfferent than the last few times he had played for someone. Definately a tune that evoked less emotion than what had been played for Theordore 1.0 .
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Post by Luka on Jul 13, 2008 14:53:46 GMT -5
The priest leaned up against the building they were next to, crossing his thin arms over his chest. A few moments after the song began his eyes drifted closed. It wasn't that he had fallen asleep but allowed himself to be drawn into it. The song was peaceful and quiet, but laced with sorrow. Each string of notes brushed against him lightly at first but left him with a touch of heartache. Of course a different listener might have had a different translation. Once the song reached a certain point he was forced to open his eyes. He stared hard off into the distance, as if deep in thought.
Once it was over, he smiled softly. "That was very nice. Thank you."
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Post by Adrian on Jul 13, 2008 14:59:38 GMT -5
Perhaps every song the man played on that guitar became betrothed to despair. Somehow it likely reflected the emotions of the player at this current moment in his everlasting lifetime. He did not try intentionally to cause any pain within the piest who had helped drive away Makai from the village. But all the same, he nodded in thanks for the compliment once he had finished. At least he knew his skills had not vanished entirely during his tme gone from the realm of men so long.
". . .So where is it exactly you're taking me to anyway?"
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Post by Luka on Jul 13, 2008 16:12:08 GMT -5
"My friends will be taking you, not me." he answered before quickly adding with a smile, "Well, I'll be there with you in the beginning to fill them in and so we can straighten this whole thing out...but they may choose to question your further. But don't worry, my boss might be scary but she's fair."
"You'll probably end up in Rome...or anywhere you like, really. It might be a little dangerous to just drop you off in Rome with the Department of Inquisition on the lookout all the time..." Luel looked at Ferules curiously. "Is there anywhere in particular you may be heading?"
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Post by Adrian on Jul 13, 2008 16:46:57 GMT -5
"As dangerous as it might be to keep me in Rome. . . it would probably be for the best. Makai isn't the type to stick his nose directly into the capital of Catholicism. He mentioned London a few days ago anyway, just in case your department has any interest in prsuing him. But that depends on if he still goes now that I can tell you just about anything aside from the secrets he keeps to himself. Which are quite a lot."
He replied while seeming a bit undaunted by the concept of facing down the Inquisition. But why? Perhaps since they played a part in creating Makai the way he was now? No doubt the Mutated Vampire had a chip on his shoulder against Christianity for what they had put him through quite a few centuries ago.
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Post by Luka on Jul 29, 2008 23:13:42 GMT -5
[gah! I thought we finished this!]
"London, huh?" the priest muttered thoughtfully, one finger tapping his chin. Although on the outside he looked more like he was planning a picnic, a chill was creeping through him. Particularly because he had just been to London...and the voice of a certain someone that Makai had used resided in London. Far as he knew, anyway...she didn't exactly say.
As for the Inquisition knowing about Ferules, it certainly wouldn't come from any of the current Brothers and Sisters of the order. They were simply knights, warriors of the Lord first and foremost. It would likely be someone higher up in the Vatican food chain that would spill the beans first about this other darker knight.
It was around this time that the sound of a rough engine would start to drift in on the cold wind. An engine that probably belonged to their ride.
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