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The Exorcism of Clause von Nachtstein; Using Saint Druce with Clause; closed to others
Topic Started: Feb 19 2013, 01:04 AM (342 Views)
Quentyn Bitterblade

Sanctuary was in better condition than he recalled. Elder Phillip is efficient, I'll give him that.

He turned to his young companion, “Be careful what you say here, the elders can be quite strict.”

The door opened moments before they reached it, Druce expected as much. Elder Phillip was a wisp of a man. He was pale beyond belief, and the contrast created by the dark circles under his gray, almost colorless, eyes was nearly comical—or it would have been if they didn't belong to such a solemn face. Druce found it hard to believe that such a creature was once his friend.

Druce nodded at the man, “Elder Phillip.”

The wisp replied, “It's Archbishop Phillip now, I would think that, given our history, you could just call me Phillip.”

Archbishop? I suppose they are just handing out titles now. “Archbishop? Why not Pope?”

Phillip laughed, “Only God can make a man Pope. What is the nature of your visit, Druce? Of course if you're here to say hello, that's fine as well.”

Druce didn't like the way events were unfolding, or the way Phillip was eyeing Clause. “We simply need a place to stay.” Druce motioned to Clause, “This young man is having difficulty with his memory.”

Phillip's sinister nature was imperceptible to everyone but Druce; to Clause, Phillip might even appear welcoming when he said: “You've come to the right place. Tell me your name, brother.”
Edited by Quentyn Bitterblade, Feb 19 2013, 01:43 AM.
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"Ohh right my name," Clause paused to look around the Church. He studied its features and concluded that it must have gone through a war. "My name is Clause von Nachtstein, but you can just call me Clause." "I overheard Druce saying your name to be Elder Philip or should I pardon myself to say Archbishop Philip." Clause started to glare at Philip and a chill jumped around his spine. His body started to relax as he spoke once more. "Sorry to get off topic with the names and all but do you have by any chance coconut shavings?" "Ohh!" Clause proclaimed, "I think I still have some!" He rummages through the inside of his vest pocket to find a small brown tattered bag with the initials 'CHN'. As Clause opened the bag he started to remember the meaning of the H etched on the bag. Holmes, my friends used to call me Holmes. I should probably keep that to myself, it has a precious aura surrounding it. Clause picked a handful of coconut shaving and threw it into his mouth. "Ohhh how I love the taste of coconut!" "Well then, what shall we do Archbishop Philip, with introductions done and all?"
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Quentyn Bitterblade

Phillip stared at Clause in intrigue as he took out a bag of coconut shavings and proceeded to eat them. “Quite an interesting fellow you've brought to me, Druce.” 'To me' what are you scheming? “It seems that he is quite hungry, what luck. We were just about to feast”

The dining hall was decorated with ancient tapestries and proverbs; the iconic “The Last Supper” was hung in the center of the room, opposite the fireplace. It occurred to Druce that this may have been the world's last surviving copy, and even if it wasn't, it was in near perfect condition.

Phillip cleared his throat, “The Lord provides for us here, and so we give thanks.” Phillip bowed his head and closed his eyes, not looking to see if the others had followed his example. “We give thanks to you, almighty God: for we are feeble and hopeless without your strength and guidance. In these troubled times, these times of contempt, may your will be done. May this food nourish our mortal bodies, as you protect and nourish our immortal souls. Amen.”

“Amen.” Druce agreed. Phillip reached for the platter in the center of the table, Druce was curious as to what was inside. It had already been there when they entered the room, no servants brought it in. What's more, Druce had not seen a single other person since their arrival. A pleasant aroma filled the room as Phillip removed the lid. It was steaming, it appears to be fresh. The steam cleared to reveal a plump, juicy, mallard. It was an ideal feast, except for a rather massive hole running from its breast through its backbone. Druce laughed to himself, and a flicker of amusement appeared on Phillip's face. Druce spoke, “You always were a good shot. I have to say, I've never quite understood why we use such a large caliber.”

“It flew overhead this morning. As I said, the Lord provides for us here. A finer feast than we've had in months, I knew we'd be having company.” Phillip hesitated, “It would go good with... some coconut shavings, don't you think, Clause?” Phillip's interest in Clause made Druce uneasy.
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Clause raised his eyebrow as he said, "Well yes, of course." He felt as though Philip was waiting for them or he knew somehow that Clause was coming. But that is impossible... How would Philip be able to know that we were coming, better yet that I was coming... Think Holmes think. Clause looked around and didn't see anybody else but Druce and Philip. He passed a glance over to Philip and asked, "Where is everyone exactly, I mean... this is a Church right, shouldn't there be priest's around every corner?" Clause thought to himself, every corner. Another chill ran down his spine then hopped to his left leg and it began to shake a little, more than just an average muscle spasm. His attention was at all the hallways and curtains. This started to worry Clause but he put it in the back of his head stopped his leg from pulsating and listened to Philip speak.
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Quentyn Bitterblade

Druce didn't plan on giving Phillip a reason to believe that he doubted his good intentions, but Clause gave him the perfect opportunity. “When you mentioned the feast, you said 'We. We were just about to feast.' Who's we? I've only seen you here.”

“God and I? No, I don't suppose that's a sufficient answer for you.” Phillip snapped his fingers, and two hooded acolytes entered the room. “See, Druce and Clause. There are others here, as there always have been. Can we continue our meal in peace?”

Druce nodded, and Phillip sent the acolytes away. I couldn't see their faces, this isn't right. Phillip finished his meal briefly, and said “I have other matters to attend, the acolytes will show you to your rooms.” Phillip left the room, making ominously little noise as each footstep drifted farther away from the door.

“I suppose I could do with a rest.” said Druce, “What do you think, Clause?”
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