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 Posted: Fri Jul 25, 2008 8:21 am
A section of the school has been made into a small church area for those that feel the need to go to church. Of course you'll rarely find any of the Alliance members within here, but other students might often come here for repentance or just to study their powers. The church is much like a cathedral, a hallowed place of silence. Beautiful stained glass windows reach from ceiling to floor, depicting images of biblical lore, as well as legends and prophecies long forgotten and too ancient to remember. Upon entrance, you'll find the path to the alter lit up by an eerie orange glow radiating off the candles on the floor. This place is completely lit by candles, which seem to be on every counter or surface. There is no priest, though, some students here feel there are spirits here. Every so often, one may hear the eerie tune of an organ or a lost Gregorian lullaby accompanying their prayer and confession. Funny thing is, there's no organ and there's no choir either. No matter the temperature, it's always awfully warm and the air is extremely heavy. People who come in usually leave very sleepy.
It's advised to never come in there alone. Not that harm would ever befall such a person in church... It's just that something in there is so overwhelming, perhaps even close enough to nostalgic...
[edited by Castillo]
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Posted: Mon Aug 04, 2008 8:37 pm
"Do stay out of trouble, Miss Lucille." Commented her driver with faux-British pretensions. The dark-haired girl gave him the sweetest smile, lying behind it all and hating him a little more with her guts, and turned away from him, leaving the man to take her two bags from the trunk and tow it to her room. As she turned to check, she was veiled in temporary darkness. Sighing, the girl stood there, completely used such random surges of blindness. Instead of bitching and cursing to herself in a usual fashion, Lucille, better known to all as Johnny Vincent, listened to the heightened sounds around her. From far, far away, she could her the soft chirping of a songbird. Nearby, a motor, presumably her driver leaving her behind, faded into the distance. Carrying with it her old life and the temporary blindness. As her vision returned her electric hues, Johnny Vincent sought out a reflection of sorts to compose herself. As per usual, she was dressed like a delicate doll her father expected her to be. A blood colored dress, stopping at her knees, frilling. On each arm, the sleeves were poofy and, tight around her back, a nice red bow, which, she only was able to pull off with the help of a bustier. Johnny Vincent tucked a strand of hair behind her unpierced ear, despising with all her being the red bow. She felt like a child, a delicate doll caked with stupid makeup. Damn mascara that tempted her to rub her eyes when they itched, damn ruby red lipstick that played her pouty lips up for attention. Growling, she pulled a hankerchief from the compartment shared with the long razorblade, her weapon of choice, and violently rubbed off the offending color. Smearing and staining the pure whiteness in comparison to the stockings that were forcibly stretched against her legs. Careless, she tossed it to the grass and walked away, dollie shoes clicking against the concrete in tune with her humming. At first, it was her mission to head inside and go to her room. But, then, a particular sound reached her ears. The electric hum of a generator, which only meant one thing.
Chaos.
A whitened, crooked smile reached her softened face as she made her way to one of the pipes that held the wires within it, body slowly being eaten up by a black form until the girl in red was no more, replaced instead with a white-haired, almost ghost-like creature. In an instant, she was pulled into the pipe, zooming through. Around and around, faster then one could even blink. Johnny Vincent then found herself floating in a void, numbers and commands behind her. Smirking, she held onto the word reading 'LTGLBL// biggrin RMFLR' and closed her translucent green eyes. Feeling her power drain and channel into that one command until, finally, the words began to disrupt, as though static on a TV set. Knowing her work was done, the cybernetic female took a wire out of there, speeding through. Feeling herself starting to fade and grow stronger as the electricity attempted to gather whatever source of power near. The lights were flickering as she went through what would seem to be the dorm hallway. As she passed through each light, they went out, until the whole second floor was in darkness. Whatever was trying to drain her stopped. "Free at last." She muttered, Brooklyn accent peeking through in tune with her adreneline rush. She was dropped off at the nearest exit, which happened to be a simple lightbulb handing a foot off the ceiling, dimly lit by a chain. Blinking, she turned back into her human form. The instant she did, she regretted it as heat came to greet her skin. Where exactly the hell was she? The previous day, Johnny Vincent had toured the school with her father, but... This room didn't recall anything special to her. Shrouded in darkness, Johnny Vincent stepped over the astray boxes, nightvision set straight forward. Sadly, though, she was not as graceful as she seemed and fell over a box, halfway down a flight of stairs. Rubbing her head, she swore loudly, mentally cursing the fact she could still feel pain everywhere but her torso the oddest, unknown reason. Sharpness stung her knee and she looked down to see she'd ruined her new stocking. Not that she cared, since, the only thing that mattered was that she cut it and it hurt like a b***h.
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Posted: Mon Aug 04, 2008 9:15 pm
The heels of large, black boots clicked in a steady, slightly comforting fashion down a hallway. The particular area didn't have a certain name, because it's traveler had just stumbled upon it. Literally. He had tripped over one of the multicolored wires on his belt and knocked into a random door. He had thought it was a closet. How wrong the assumption was had been revealed when he slid down at least five stairs to land back first on a cold floor. To say the least, it hadn't made the guy very happy. At all. Yet he had simply brushed himself off and started walking. Which was what he was still doing. Walking down an apparently endless hallway. "Well at least there's still li--" It figured as soon as he tried to find the bright side of a situation, the great force of irony struck him down.
"Okay, okay, I get it. Geez," the dark-haired boy complained, lifting his hands to protect his ears from the shrill screaming. Honestly, lighting was always such a b***h to listen to. They always thought that they were so much better than any other technology just because they were used all the time. He personally didn't think so. "If I find a breaker, I'll fix ya, okay? Shut up." As if on cue, the earth-shattering squealing stopped, leaving only deathly silence behind. Suddenly he felt that he liked the noise better. He half-expected one of the lights to start spouting off what had happened, but no such explanation came. They probably didn't even know. It wasn't storming - it wasn't lightening that had caused the problem. Probably just a minor kink. Nothing that couldn't be fixed easily.
Next thing the boy knew, his nose encountered a relatively hard surface. A jumbled sentence of profanities left his lips as he clutched at his nose. Yeah, real smart, Kai. Walk in the dark without feeling your way around. However, it seemed that luck didn't hate him as much as he had initially thought. The attacking surface had been that of a door. Shoving it open with his shoulder, a shock of heat nearly knocked him to the floor. Damn, it was warm. Too warm. And his stomach churned as if something sickening was sitting right in front of him. Thankfully, there wasn't. But that didn't change the sudden feeling.
Still rubbing the stinging area of his face, he kicked the door shut behind him. Silver eyes adjusted slowly to the candlelight, and it was quickly realized that the dark hallway had been much, much more comforting. Something about this place - a church probably - was unnerving, or sickening - whichever came first. Oh. I didn't see her there at first. Nearly hidden by the shadows there was a girl. He couldn't really get a good look at her face, but she didn't seem very happy. The first thought had been something along the lines "Ghost! Ghost! s**t!", but he hadn't been able to move. Fleeing was out of the question.
"Heelllloooo," Kai called a bit unsteadily, but his voice was friendly. "You alive, right? 'Cause I'm thinkin' it's gonna suck it you're not!" Rubbing the back of his neck, he offered a cheery grin, though it was probably impossible to see in the lighting. Well, if it was a ghost, he hoped it was a friendly one.
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Posted: Mon Aug 04, 2008 10:34 pm
Upon hearing sound of another voice, Johnny Vincent instantly looked up. Eyes wide like a deer caught in the headlights. Her breath caught in her throat, yet, her heartbeat didn't speed up. It never did, anyway. At first the boy seemed unsure of himself, calling into the dark. Obviously he'd spotted her and considered it to be something of importance. A ghost? "Well... I'm not quite alive... But, I'm not dead either." She replied softly, replacing any trace of accent with a that of a curious British girl. Eyes half-lidded, she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear slowly, focused on him. Suddenly, Johnny Vincent went straight through the floor. Well, waist up she was still visible, but, it would seem as though she were wading through the wooden floor like water. "I'm in great pain... Perhaps you could help me." Exaggeration. But, added with the accent, it made her sound all the creepier. Especially with vacant eyes and a dark look shadowing her face, causing by hair and mascara. She advanced closer to the curious looking boy who had wires hanging as though a belt. Yet, they weren't connected to anything at all, so, there was really no way that Johnny Vincent could travel. Hands manicured red shot out and grabbed him by the ankles, tugging him forward slightly. Slowly, her red dress faded to black cloaked skin, exaggerated by green wires that served as veins and a lifeline. Like some sort of disease, the blackness crawled up her skin, consuming. What was originally was drained into a pale white, finishing off the look as she blinked only once to reveal eerie, neon green eyes. A smirk as pure as the color of her hair lit up the nearly featureless face as she tugged him into the ground with her. Doing it slowly, hands clawing desperately up his pant legs, to his shirt until he was at her level. Cold hands placed on his face, Johnny Vincent rose her self-up, tensing. "Help me. Help me."
As quickly as when she pulled him towards her, Johnny Vincent shifted back to human form as she popped out of the ground, sitting cross-legged and pointing to the cut that ran vertically from the hem of her dress to her knee. Nothing too severe, but, it hurt like a b***h. And, it didn't even matter that she ripped those damned stockings. Things were different now then when she was living in the tenements. Normally, she would have cried all the way home. But, there was no home to cry to... And, her hero taught her to be strong. Johnny Vincent cocked her head, smiling at the boy who was halfway through the ground. Watching him, giggling a little to herself.
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Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2008 9:33 am
A terrible frown etched onto the boy's features. Well, clearly this girl was no Casper. That thought wasn't comforting. Kaiyon's heart literally skipped a beat when she sunk into the floor. Silver hues fleeted to look at the floor beneath him as if he expected it to turn into liquid. There was no such transformation. "Well, um, I can try..." he trailed off, finding that he couldn't take a step back, or forward for that matter. Frozen. The thought had never occurred to him to try and escape when she caught his ankles. So perplexing was what the girl's skin was doing, he forgot most everything else. Especially survival skills. The odd shade of black that was seemingly infecting her skin was horrifying and fascinating all at the same time. The feeling of falling through the floor hardly even registered. She looked like raw technology. And that, was entrancing.
He lifted his gaze to meet hers as she popped out of the floor. Vaguely, he was happy that he had kept his arms above his head, otherwise half of them would be stuck like the lower half of his body. Frowning slightly, he folded his arms on the floor and rested his chin on top of them. It was no big deal. Surely she'd pull him out eventually. It wasn't anything to get worked up over. "Ouch," he replied in agreement, finding that her cut didn't look too comfortable at all. "I can help ya, but not when I'm halfway through the floor." That was the truth, too. He always had a mini-first aid kit tucked away into the confines of his pockets. That was mostly because he he tripped over those wires all of the time. But it came in handy. Grinning cheerfully to show that he wasn't upset in the slightest, he rested his cheek on the flesh of his upper arm. Now, hopefully, the girl would listen to him.
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Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2008 6:11 pm
A pout crossed her face. "You're saying I have to get you out of the ground?" A gloved hand, black underneath, separated from other skin, reached for his and pulled him out of the ground with surprising might. With a thud, he was laying on top of her in a rather awkward position. For a moment, she didn't move, not realizing his face was wedged in her cleavage. Johnny Vincent was more focused on the stained glass murals that reached ceiling to floor. Something about this place gave her a strange feeling. Eyes curiously scanning around, resting finally on a cross, she came to realize where she was. With the same strength, and a cherry-stained blush on her face, she pushed the boy off. "We're in a church? A church? How the hell did we get here?" Johnny Vincent wasn't much of the religious sort, mind you, so cursing in the confines of a holy place wasn't too much of a big deal to the girl. Shaking her head, she curiously watched the boy with amusement in her eyes. Too bad he didn't panic. It would have been an amusing sight to see him flail around like the other people when she did the exact same thing. Sadly, though, he kept his cool. Huffing, she crossed her arms over her chest and looked away. "Are you gonna help or not?"
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Posted: Tue Aug 05, 2008 7:07 pm
"Well that would be nice, yeah," he huffed. When she jerked him out of the floor, there was brief moment where he thought he was going to fly across the room. The sheer strength of the girl was ridiculous. With that strength, she'd be one hell of a match. Not that he would ever dream of getting in a fight with someone. Especially not a pretty girl that could severely injure him in the long run. He laid still for a long time, trying to figure out if the cushy feeling beneath him signified that he actually had died. Before Kaiyon even had the chance to decipher his current pillow, he was pushed on to hard ground. Nope. He wasn't dead. But he could be really soon if the girl had a short temper. A pale pink dusted it's way onto his cheeks as his hands scrambled for leverage on the ground. "Sorry," he muttered, finding it hard to look at her and apologize at the same time. How had that even happened? Fate was very, very cruel.
Eh? Silver hues immediately lifted at her observation. He hadn't really noticed it before, but it was pretty freaky for a church. The light flickering from the candles nearly took away all of the comfort that the stained-glass windows offered. Even the air pressure seemed off. "I'm not...Sure..."
He visibly flinched when she spoke again. Something about the area made him want to forget about everything and stay there for the rest of his young life. Weird. A bit too quickly he shoved a hand into one of his many pockets and drew out a small, plastic box. It looked more like a sewing kit than anything, but it wasn't in his talents to sew. All needles did for him was cause unnecessary injuries. A soft 'click' sounded as he flicked it open with his thumb. Hastily he removed a rather large alcohol swab and then a fairly large band aid. "If you hit me when I'm fixing ya up, don't expect me to help ya again."
He scampered over to her, using his teeth to rip open the swab's packet. It really would suck if she hit him. He had had his fill of pain for the day. It was in his nature to have a light touch, so the thought of causing her any discomfort was far from his thoughts. It wasn't like he got his electronics working by talking them into it, after all. Once he had successfully cleaned the blood from around her wound, and disinfected the cut itself, he ripped open the bandage. In a single motion, he had it smoothed down without a single wrinkle. "That outta do it." Sitting back on his heels, he smiled."I'm Kaiyon, but call me Kai, 'kay?"
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Posted: Wed Aug 06, 2008 9:43 am
The only bell the school had was the one that told them when class started and when it finished. But, the kind Johnny Vincent was hearing at the moment only reminded her of a hallowed church's, hence the fact where she was. And, no matter how she tried to shake it out of her head, it still sounded all the same. Loud and deep. Not to mention extremely overwhelming – Curse the rush feeling of nostalgia she got from it. What kind of church was this? A sting arched across her leg, but, the girl was far more distracted by other questions. Especially ones involving the candles. On the floor, the stairs, every surface… Lighting paths with a lonely orange glow that flickered like a ghost in the presence of wind. "Way too ******** creepy…" She whispered to herself, eying the particular prophecy stained in the glass. Shaking off any other thoughts, she placed focus back on the boy who was fixing her up.
Normally, she'd do it herself. After all, Johnny Vincent was pretty used to things like that, getting hurt and all. But, since the stranger allowed it, she wanted to be fixed up for once while still holding the portrayal that she was but a fragile doll with the mouth of a sailor. She blinking, disbelieving herself a little. Ugh, how had she come to the point of faking. That wasn't here in any way, shape or form. Flinching in the slightest underneath his feather light touch and the pressure of pain felt from the bandage being smoothed on, she watched and waited for him to finish. When he did, she folded her legs underneath her and rested on her hip. Listening and waiting for her moment to talk.
"Name's Johnny Vincent. Yeah, that's my name. No, I aint tellin` you my real one." She stated, allowing her Brooklyn accent to take over. When it came to talking about herself, something she rarely did, it tended to happen.
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Posted: Wed Aug 06, 2008 10:15 am
"I wasn't gonna ask your real one. It doesn't matter to me," he answered lightly, shrugging. So the snappy girl wanted to be called Johnny Vincent? Fine then. Everyone had their quirks. Some had more than one. Like, little miss Johnny Vincent. She had three, thus far. One was whatever the hell she had turned in to, another was her foul mouth and accent, and the last was her choice of a name. 'Course, he was sure there was some story behind it all. Not that he was going to ask her or anything. Why should he care?
Crossing his legs, he gave the room another once over. The longer he sat there, the more he got the feeling that something wasn't right. There were too many candles. Didn't most churches in the present time have some type of artificial lighting? A glance to the ceiling informed him this one didn't. More than half of the stories and prophecies that the stained glass depicted were unfamiliar, too. And then the music... What kind of church was this? Kaiyon had never been really superstitious, but there was definitely some secret to the place. If a ghost popped up right that second, he probably wouldn't even flinch. He half expected the floor to just disappear from beneath him.
"You're the one that was messin' with the lights, right?" he asked as the thought hit him like a speeding truck. If the girl could walk through the floor, there was the possibility that she could travel through the ceilings too. Which in some roundabout way could have messed with the lights. It was plausible.
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2008 10:01 am
Her tiny mouth curled into somewhat of a smile. So he was smart. But, she wasn't going to give him props. Not just yet. For a moment, she didn't say anything. Something was restraining her from doing so. This creepy-a** church. Somewhere, faintly, Johnny Vincent could hear a soft organ playing, accompanied once more by the phantom choir. A shudder racked her body. "Innocent until proven guilty." Came her lame reply as she eyed the strange taste in fashion the boy portrayed. Not that hers was any better, at least at the current moment. What she wore right now explained her great distaste in memory for the live she not only lived in Italy but the short-life in Manhattan and the time after the Wired Realm and the era of the Harbingers. "`Sides, that's just the tip of the iceberg. My phasing haven't gwot a thing to do with the lights." Dwog, cwoffee. Any word starting with a consonant and an 'o' and so occasionally an 'a' always proved to be trouble to her accent, even when the rest of her words were flawless. It simply seemed to be yet another quirk the girl possessed. Indeed Johnny Vincent was a quirky girl...
From the back room that she made her appearance from, there was a crash. She almost broke her neck turning around to see what it was. Several boxes seemingly moved from their place in the room and made their way down the stairs. Johnny Vincent flinched, resisting the urge to rub her shockingly blue hues to make sure she saw that right. After all, it would smear the mascara... Huffing, she stood, looking around nervously. "I think we should leave. Like, now." She looked down at him, not entirely sure why the hell she was waiting for him to begin with.
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Posted: Thu Aug 07, 2008 4:15 pm
"That answer makes ya seem more guilty," he smirked with a shrug. He had half the mind to ask her where she was from - with her clothing sense and accent and all. However, now didn't seem to be the appropriate time. He was pretty sure that one of the candles to his left had just moved on it's own. Even though there were a lot of things that he was curious about, the supernatural just wasn't one of them. "Then what else can ya do?" he asked offhandedly, wincing as the light bulbs started screaming in the distance.
Kaiyon clambered to his feet in alert as a foreign noise assaulted his ears. He followed the girl's gaze irritably. Yup. He would never, ever, ever come into the room again once he got out. If he could get out. The way his luck was going, he wouldn't be surprised if the doors wouldn't open. Oh. That would really suck.
"Agreed. Lead the way."
[[Gahhhh. Short. Sorrrryyy. ;-;]]
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Posted: Sun Aug 24, 2008 3:36 pm
Scarlet entered the church tired and thirst. Well, she had been walking around the school for about a week. Entering the church, Scarlet felt a strange presence around her. Maybe other people? Another look finalized her first assumption. Scarlet sat at the furthest pew staring at the two. " One male and one female. Typical. " She reclined on the pew, leaning her head on the cushioned seat rests. Never had she been more happy that her stuffy and somewhat suspicious headmistress actually spent their tuition money on some of the finer things in life. Staring at the ceiling only reminded Scarlet of her dire thirst. " Now then, this place has to have something to drink around here somewhere. Why couldn't I find a damn cafeteria around here?! " She mumbled to her aloud, forgetting about the others standing in the front of the church. She sat up and resurveyed the room. Nothing...well, that she could tell was drinkable anyway. How strange that a church didn't have any wine or water about.
She fell back onto the pew and continued staring at the ceiling. How tired was she that she couldn't even butt into their trifling conversation?! She'd lost it; her will for being a sarcastic, snide b***h had been sucked out of her and the only thing left was a hunger. A hunger for water and food. How much longer would she have to sit in order to receive these cursed items?! Scarlet blinked and turned onto her side, her tattoo glowing faintly. " Water.... " She mumbled. How much of a difference would another word make? Her lips grew drier by the second and her tongue was swelling up like a balloon. The great Scarlet was falling.
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Posted: Sun Aug 24, 2008 5:35 pm
Maoko walked into the church and looked around. He wanted to see this since he had missed it before. He felt a bit weird in here, like there was something else in here. He soon saw Scarlet lying on the ground. He rushed up to her and looked over her to see what might be wrong. He could tell the she was dehydrated just by getting a good look at her. He was about to rush off to go get her something from the cafeteria, but he didn't want to waste time bringing it back. He almost completely forgot he had control over water and could make some out of thin air. He opened her mouth a bit and set her up some in his arms and used his powers to get some water into her. After getting her enough to drink to where she could hold on a bit longer he picked her up and put her on his back and rushed out of the church and to the cafeteria to get her some more water and some food.
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Posted: Sun Aug 24, 2008 6:05 pm
Scarlet had blanked out for a second; had it been a mirage brought upon her by her weakened state? Blue eyes hovered over her face and something wet and cool was dropped in her mouth. Her tongue was satisfied with the final sacrifice of water, but her mind still refused to believe that this was real. Something needed to verify this fact to her cynical brain. Scarlet closed her eyes and tried to bring her hands up to massage them, but her limbs wouldn't respond; she was still too weak.
Straining, she managed to move her tongue and lips simultaneously to achieve speech. " Wh-who...are....yo- " Her mouth gave on her and she began a series of dry coughing. The red eyes flickered in front of her face once more and then left again. Scarlet moaned and turned on her side. " n..o.. " She mumbled as she watched the darkness take over her vision. There was a searing pain in her shoulder; her tattoo began to shine dimmer than before. Where was he going and why? Scarlet tried to move her feet, but nothing would respond. " MOVE!! " she commanded, but nothing would obey. The darkness had destroyed her sight; everything was black. Scarlet screamed, but no one heard her.
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Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2008 2:52 pm
 The heavy doors creaked on their hinges as King put his shoulder into it to open them slightly. Luckily for him he wasn't very big and a could slip through. After a surprisingly amazing lunch at the cafeteria, King slipped a few pasteries into a napkin and broke out like it was the hottest thing to do. He was searching for a quiet place to enjoy them. But every other nook and cranny was usually taken or not to his liking. But when he set his eyes upon the church, he just couldn't help himself. He wasn't exactly the most religious person around, but the lonely structure seemed to call out to him and he figured with in it's pristine walls, he'd find sanctuary.
As soon as he stepped inside, his nostrils were filled with the heavy scents of burning fragrant oils. That mixed with the heavy atmosphere made him feel like he'd stepped into God's home.
Which wasn't too far from the truth, churches were God's temples and his home. At least that's what he remembered the chaplain saying. King liked Chaplains, and if they were messengers of God on the battle field to aid the broken and lost soldiers, then God wasn't a bad guy in his eyes.
He'd seen it only once or twice, people haunted by the terrors of wars, soldiers scarred and afraid by what they'd seen you'd think they'd been to hell. Most where kids his age, maybe a little older. Their spirits were broken and when ever they would speak, they'd get such a look in their eyes...Like they were ready to cry but simply refused to.
Before he knew it, he'd walked along the pews taking in the scenery. The light filtering in through beautiful stained glass created a spectral of light. It was completely empty and so King made himself at home pulling out his stash of pasteries. He raised the slightly massed creation to his lips but paused. Something wasn't right. He looked about for a moment before raising his treat up like an offering. He lowered his head and murmured a prayer for God to bless this treat.
A moment later he lowered the creme puff and bit into it.
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