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Post by Deleted on Apr 17, 2015 15:05:26 GMT
A sedan pulled up near the abbey and maneuvered into a parking spot. The vague noise of guitar could be heard blasting from the insides, which didn't particularly cease when it stopped. Inside was a certain human, singing along with the rock music blasting through the stereo. ( "I'M GONNA MAKE YOU BEND AND BREAK, SAY YOUR PRAYERS BUT LET THE GOOD TIMES ROLL") He had to get out at some point, yes, but for now he was planning on enjoying the music. He had no idea what was going to happen here--thinking about what could possibly go wrong meeting with the templar made his stomach churn, and he didn't like dwelling on what-ifs too much. He reached back, still singing ("AND I WANT THESE WORDS TO MAKE THINGS RIGHT"), grabbing for..something. His singing turned to mumbling. ("... put your fingers back to the keys") He found what he was looking for--a holster; some sort of gun? it seemed too long to be a gun...his singing got louder once more as he wiggled around to put the holster on. ("HE TASTES LIKE YOU ONLY SWEETER, ONE MORE...") He let himself have a few more bars, tapping on his steering wheel before realizing he probably needed to get out. It'd be a matter of time before another human or worse, a fucking angel, noticed he was dicking around. He turned the stereo down and took his keys out of the ignition, throwing them up as he did, causing a slight jingle. He got out of the car, tossing the keys again to get to the remote. A beep sounded, and he put the keys into his pocket. No way was he leaving a car full of hunting equipment unlocked. Braces looked around, running his fingers up and down his suspenders. He bit his lip. Ah yes. showtime. He walked up to the abbey's doorstep, leaving a couple solid knocks on the door. |
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Post by Deleted on Apr 17, 2015 15:20:32 GMT
The knock on the heavy wooden doors almost caused Strappon to jump. He walked out of the back room and approached the door, opening it to greet a possible patron or a dept collector, either way he had to be wary. The door was opened slightly at first for him to make a glimpse of the knocker. Seeing a rather young looking lad, he sighed inwardly to himself. However, the fact that he was alone and he had a gun holster kept his guard up.
"Hello, is there something I can help you with?" He asked, opening the door all the way.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 17, 2015 15:26:56 GMT
The boy straightened up before grinning and rubbing the back of head--or at least trying to before pausing and realizing that might not be the best idea.
"Ah, great, you're the Templar, cool," He let out a relieved sigh looking at his robes. "You're just the person I wanted to talk to, actually. Er. Can I come in? "
He wasn't nervous at all, nope.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 17, 2015 15:34:48 GMT
Strappon watched him carefully, but offered him a smile.
"Sure, you can come in." He said, moving out of his way and gesturing his arm to come in.
He wasn't too put off by the boy now, since he seemed nervous enough. He was young, after all, and he could possibly be lost.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 17, 2015 15:39:30 GMT
He let out a sigh, running his hands over his suspenders again. "Thanks a bunch! So, er...I'm not sure how to word this myself, but I'm looking for some tutelage, basically."
He gave a smile, clutching the suspenders. Please, please please, hear him out...he didn't want to start blabbering too hard about what his intent was off the bat....
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Post by Deleted on Apr 17, 2015 16:06:27 GMT
Strappon closed the door and turned to him, tilting his head.
"What kind? You... Want to become a Templar?" He asked. He figured he was jumping to conclusions, but that was really the only thing he could teach... He really hoped he didn't come here to become a Priest.
He crossed his arms. Clearly he was nervous about something, Strappon wasn't that imposing... At least, he didn't think so.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 17, 2015 16:12:47 GMT
"Something like that, you see...it's a bit of a complicated situation, I just finished an apprenticeship with a local hunter but he pressured me to get clerical protection, so..." He relaxed some. There, it was out and on the table. He let out a bit of a laugh. "Explains this at least, huh?" He patted the gun at his side.
He wasn't even sure he could do this but. He was determined to try and do something. He could always become a full-time hunter but...there seemed to be too many politics that scared him. He wanted to worry about angels, demons, ghosts...not other people looking to take them out.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 17, 2015 16:25:44 GMT
His honesty was something to admire, Strappon thought to himself.
"I see... Yes, a hunter would need that type of protection. Your kind do tend to deal with... A lot of trouble. " He asked, "I wasn't worried much about your gun, since you weren't that tense. I mean, you were, but not so much that you seemed ready to fight."
He walked up to him and pat his shoulder.
"You're safe with us. I can teach you what you need to know, if you're willing to learn. I have to admit I'm not entirely familiar with hunters, since the previous Templars didn't have them around." He admitted.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 17, 2015 16:29:06 GMT
He laughed a little, a grin seeping up onto his face. "Alright, good, I realized a little too late that might've been a problem," his face turned grim. "If the police get into my car, it's gonna look SO bad."
He kept smiling though. "I'd really like that, though. And it's fine if you don't know, like I said, I just finished an apprenticeship, so I'm ready in that regard."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 17, 2015 16:36:20 GMT
Strappon frowned at the notion of the cops searching his car. It just occurred to him that he never actually asked the kid's name.
"Well, then... That would be... Suspicious..." He said slowly, crossing his arms again. It was easy to assume he had weapons in that vehicle... "I don't believe we've been properly introduced, at any rate."
He bowed slightly to him.
"My name is Strappon. I'm the resident Templar and leader of Humans who wish to aid in Heaven's force against the ghost problem we have in this... Fine city." He said, straightening up again, "And your name?"
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Post by Deleted on Apr 17, 2015 18:34:11 GMT
He gave a bow himself, if only slightly. "It's a pleasure to meet you! I'd be Braces Geist." He frowned a little once he stood up. "Don't worry about the weapons, it's all job equipment! Don't go thinking I'm some sort of raging serial killer, now!"
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Post by Deleted on Apr 17, 2015 18:52:35 GMT
"Nice to meet you, then, Braces. And don't worry, I don't think you're that unsavory sort." Strappon said, waving his hand dismissively, "If you saw the basement of this Abbey, I think I would be considered a terrorist or something."
He walked away, gesturing Braces to follow him.
"So, do you plan on living with us here or do you have your own place?"
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Post by Deleted on Apr 17, 2015 19:27:24 GMT
He let out another laugh as he followed along. "Don't fuckin' scare me like that, then! Geez!"
He took a survey of the building around him as Strapon talked. "My parents wouldn't like it too much if I crashed with them again after all this time, honestly--Figured being here would be safest, anyway, even if it's not ideal."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 17, 2015 20:08:31 GMT
"I'll show you around then. We're fit enough to keep quite a few among us. Unfortunately, the housing has been going to the Fallen, mostly..." Strappon trailed off, walking in one direction toward the exit. "The housing is this way, I'm sure you'll find it comfortable."
At the comment about his parents, Strappon looked back at him with a wary smile.
"Yes, I can understand that. I take it you've been away from them long?" He asked. He didn't want to pry, because that may prompt him to relate. Something he'd rather not touch with someone new. "Your line of work can indeed be dangerous."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 17, 2015 21:15:05 GMT
He cringed at the mention of Fallen. "Figures they'd take up most of the rooming," There was a tinge of spite in his voice, almost...
He went in the direction he was pointed toward. He shrugged at Strap. "Eh, 3 years? They wanted me to do this, actually," He laughed a little. "They're surprisingly supportive of this whole business--they're hobbyist ghost researchers...I think? Something like that. They go on hunts sometimes and actually know a few and that's how I got my internship."
It was at that moment he had a brief flickering to his past, and how the Geists weren't the only people to raise him.
They'd probably be happy if he was happy.
And he'd be happy if nobody else went through what he did.
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