"Something tells me that you're going to be talked into apologizing. Best to do it now before it escalates into something big," Ben suggests with a rather neutral look that expressed absolutely no anger.
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"Something tells me that you're going to be talked into apologizing. Best to do it now before it escalates into something big," Ben suggests with a rather neutral look that expressed absolutely no anger.
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As the group traversed up the wall, scaling up the castle (and inadvertently trampling all over the hanged paintings, no doubt), after what seemed like an uncomfortably long trek, the trip putting it into perspective how massive the mysterious castle truly was, the end finally came as they reached the very top of the castle, stopped by the ceiling. While it was impossible to reach the summit of the stairs below that would have led them to the highest chambers of the castle, conveniently, as it was, what awaited them instead was a door lodged in the ceiling for them to enter through.
Entering through it would yield yet another brand new locale, one in which they were all hopefully right side up again with that.
It was a place that resembled some sort of personal study, similar to the library from before but far more intimate, being smaller than the library and possessing more personal looking attachments.
The night sky and the light cast by the moon, reflected by the window, depicted a deceivingly serene scene, one that betrayed the chaotic evil that lurked around. It was almost easy to forget that just below sat a decaying village that finally hit the final nail in its own coffin, facing death as it suffered a grave attack. What a beautiful night to have a curse.
Stopping in the middle of the study, Constantine knelt down briefly, picking up what looked like a page torn out of a journal. As his eyes scanned the page, he read it aloud, little louder than a mumble.
"When I had awakened again, I was, once again, alone. And for a minute, I believed I was content. I believed that this cursed existence was put to an end, and humans would no longer torment me," he read from the page, pausing for a moment as he furrowed his brow, connecting the dots. These memoirs or whatever they were did not belong to Faust; he wasn't so misanthropic like this. No... In that case, it must be Dracula? Hmph. How troublesome.
After all...
"... But I continued living. I continue to exist, and once again, I am left with nothing. My servants are but shells. Children of the night they may be, but the music that is their howls fail to soothe me. Instead, they only serve to remind me of the darkness in which I live, the darkness that protects me from the light. Even my own son has turned his back on me. But Dear Maria, this was the only way. It was all for you. I know it cannot forgive my sins, but in the end... Is it I who is truly the sinner? Or is it man? Is it he who is the true monster? After all, man is perhaps the only kind of creature who would kill their own kind so maliciously... so needlessly. And it is only natural for a higher being to consume the lesser beings."
"If it is a sin to live as myself, then I have no need for such a God. He has forsaken his people, deceiving them with empty promises of salvation. But there is none to be found. I am proof of this godless state."
... John Constantine didn't come all this way to sympathize with the enemy.
Turning toward the group as he finished, wagging the page lightly, he let out a soft chuckle. "Before we move on, I think we ought to look around this place. Might be somethin' worthwhile for... our cause. 'Sides, after all that walking, we could certainly use a small break, eh? Catch your calm before the storm breaks and all that."
Before moving on any further, the study desk was probably the most eye-catching area to take a look at if one so desired. Otherwise, they were free to confer with each other and rest up.
After all, who knew when the next chance for a break would be?
If you'd even have a chance ever again.
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Siegward of Catarina
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The memoir actually made Siegward question his morals; he was an empathetic man, after all. However, he wasn't just about to abandon the mission. If the 'greater evil' wasn't found, he and everyone else here would suffer a horrible fate. He didn't know much about his companions, but he was sure that they too had some sort of duty back in their home world. As for Siegward... the Age of Fire depended on him, for he was one of the Unkindled.
This whole adventure was a tragic, terrible mess, but--
"Siegbrau, anyone?"
Witnessing the quarrel, Siegward snapped out of his line of thinking (probably because he hated thinking about things like that) and offered his solution to the problem.
"I'm afraid that the young master is a bit too young to drink. However..." Sebastian would conveniently pull a small glass out of his coat pocket.
"I would like a glass, if you would be so kind, Sir Siegward."
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As the group traversed up the wall, scaling up the castle (and inadvertently trampling all over the hanged paintings, no doubt), after what seemed like an uncomfortably long trek, the trip putting it into perspective how massive the mysterious castle truly was, the end finally came as they reached the very top of the castle, stopped by the ceiling. While it was impossible to reach the summit of the stairs below that would have led them to the highest chambers of the castle, conveniently, as it was, what awaited them instead was a door lodged in the ceiling for them to enter through.
Entering through it would yield yet another brand new locale, one in which they were all hopefully right side up again with that.
It was a place that resembled some sort of personal study, similar to the library from before but far more intimate, being smaller than the library and possessing more personal looking attachments.
The night sky and the light cast by the moon, reflected by the window, depicted a deceivingly serene scene, one that betrayed the chaotic evil that lurked around. It was almost easy to forget that just below sat a decaying village that finally hit the final nail in its own coffin, facing death as it suffered a grave attack. What a beautiful night to have a curse.
Stopping in the middle of the study, Constantine knelt down briefly, picking up what looked like a page torn out of a journal. As his eyes scanned the page, he read it aloud, little louder than a mumble.
"When I had awakened again, I was, once again, alone. And for a minute, I believed I was content. I believed that this cursed existence was put to an end, and humans would no longer torment me," he read from the page, pausing for a moment as he furrowed his brow, connecting the dots. These memoirs or whatever they were did not belong to Faust; he wasn't so misanthropic like this. No... In that case, it must be Dracula? Hmph. How troublesome.
After all...
"... But I continued living. I continue to exist, and once again, I am left with nothing. My servants are but shells. Children of the night they may be, but the music that is their howls fail to soothe me. Instead, they only serve to remind me of the darkness in which I live, the darkness that protects me from the light. Even my own son has turned his back on me. But Dear Maria, this was the only way. It was all for you. I know it cannot forgive my sins, but in the end... Is it I who is truly the sinner? Or is it man? Is it he who is the true monster? After all, man is perhaps the only kind of creature who would kill their own kind so maliciously... so needlessly. And it is only natural for a higher being to consume the lesser beings."
"If it is a sin to live as myself, then I have no need for such a God. He has forsaken his people, deceiving them with empty promises of salvation. But there is none to be found. I am proof of this godless state."
... John Constantine didn't come all this way to sympathize with the enemy.
Turning toward the group as he finished, wagging the page lightly, he let out a soft chuckle. "Before we move on, I think we ought to look around this place. Might be somethin' worthwhile for... our cause. 'Sides, after all that walking, we could certainly use a small break, eh? Catch your calm before the storm breaks and all that."
Before moving on any further, the study desk was probably the most eye-catching area to take a look at if one so desired. Otherwise, they were free to confer with each other and rest up.
After all, who knew when the next chance for a break would be?
If you'd even have a chance ever again.
@Yun Lee @Crow @Lucky @Jeremi @Kaykay @Otto @Raptor Jesus @Alex Azure @Kaykay @Takumi @Everyone
"Hmmm... that's too bad," he responded, "You know, the drinking laws in Catarina are much less strict. He should visit some time!" Realizing that he had kept Sebastian waiting, he said, "Oh, pardon me, here."
The knight took the lid off of his travel mug and poured some of it into Sebastian's cup. "It's a Catarina specialty; I wonder how someone from different world will think of its quality..."
"Eh, what the hell, hit me up as well, mate," Constantine said with a laid-back smirk as he walked over to Siegward and others, certainly up for a drink. Between drinking and smoking, the Brit was truly a man of vices.
"Is it really a good time to be... doing that?" Zatanna asked with a furrowed brow, referring to both the drinking and bickering.
"It's just letting off some steam. You'll end up all sorts of tightly wound if you don't let yourself do it every now and then."
"Are you implying something there?"
"No, ma'am."
In any case, on the desk itself, it was filled with the belongings of one who could be described as akin to a mad scientist or some sort of old-timey alchemist. Vials, glass containers, beakers, and other material lay about, filled with liquids of God knows what. There was little telling how long they'd been there, if they'd been there for a long time.
Books also littered the table, filled with diagrams messily scribbled down, and crude drawings of pentagrams and creatures, like scientific journals, but among all of those lied a more personal looking journal, sticking out as the one having several loose pages sticking out of it, some even torn out in a messy manner as though in a violent rage.
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"Wonderful! The more the merrier." He poured some of the drink into Mike's glass and then paused when he noticed that Constantine also wanted in on the party. "Ah--, hang on a moment... I think I have a cup here somewhere," he muttered as he searched through his pockets. "There it is!" he exclaimed, holding the cup high. It looked similar to his hefty travel mug, but it was much smaller and had neither a handle nor a lid. He filled the cup and offered it to Constantine.
Strangely enough, Siegward wasn't drinking with them. He had already drunk quite a bit earlier in order to bring himself up out of that terrible mood. He'd have to ration it carefully from now on.
"Anyway," he said, turning toward Sebastian, "Catarina is a beautiful place; there are all kinds of festivities and the people are the nicest you'll ever meet! Us Knights of Catarina are proud to serve and keep the peace. However, ever since the world was ravaged by a terrible curse..." He trailed off. "Oh, nevermind that! We have more important business to be talking about, don't we? Hmmmm, we should come up with a battle strategy when we encounter this Dracula fellow. Great planning begets great fortune, an old tenant of the Knights of Catarina."
"Hmmmmmmmmm.... Mmmmmmmm...."
Siegward was absorbed in thought.
"Eh, what the hell, hit me up as well, mate," Constantine said with a laid-back smirk as he walked over to Siegward and others, certainly up for a drink. Between drinking and smoking, the Brit was truly a man of vices.
"Is it really a good time to be... doing that?" Zatanna asked with a furrowed brow, referring to both the drinking and bickering.
"It's just letting off some steam. You'll end up all sorts of tightly wound if you don't let yourself do it every now and then."
"Are you implying something there?"
"No, ma'am."
In any case, on the desk itself, it was filled with the belongings of one who could be described as akin to a mad scientist or some sort of old-timey alchemist. Vials, glass containers, beakers, and other material lay about, filled with liquids of God knows what. There was little telling how long they'd been there, if they'd been there for a long time.
Books also littered the table, filled with diagrams messily scribbled down, and crude drawings of pentagrams and creatures, like scientific journals, but among all of those lied a more personal looking journal, sticking out as the one having several loose pages sticking out of it, some even torn out in a messy manner as though in a violent rage.
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