Post by Raenius on Aug 6, 2009 19:33:03 GMT -5
‘Ungrateful one, it seems,’ says Syn. ‘This Jezebel Saint.’
Raenius, looking out at the world as it weeps, breathes hard. The rain pounding off roofs, slapping tree leaves and soaking all that dwells beneath the sky thunders through his ears, heavy as it is. Like his heart.
‘You brought her into this world and out of the stagnant one that she had found herself in. You think that would mean a certain level of loyalty would be in order.’
‘She has that in leaps and bounds,’ he replies curtly.
‘But not for you, Raenius, looks like.’
Our hero’s sigh, like the antediluvian winds of barren deserts, fills the ether as Syn walks closer to him.
‘I don’t mean to pick fights with you and yours, but she’s obviously chosen her side in all of this.’
‘And since when were there sides to choose between?’ Raenius snaps, turning around to scowl in her face. ‘What the fuck happened here to make us split like this?’
‘…She’ll want to know where you stand in all of this.’
‘When there’s a family feud, I tend to stay as far away from it as I can. Mickey and Jezebel are grown ups. If they want to bitch-slap each other around for a while, it’s fuck all to do with me.’
‘Bitch-slap? Dragon? He’ll set her daughter on fire or something!’
‘Jez knows what he’s like, as do we all. Klaus and her want to reap the fucking whirlwind then it’s up to them.’
‘More like reaping a hurricane.’
‘Be that as it may, they fuck with Mickey Dragon, they get what they deserve. I wont interfere. But, if Jez, Klaus or Salem try to gang bang the lad… well…’
‘Well?’
‘I’m not going to stand there and let my brother get worked over. Even if it is by Klaus. Or Salem. Or Jezebel.’
‘And if they come after you? Or Fear? Or Dirge?’
Raenius turns back around to stare out the window once more.
‘Then they’re fucked,’ he says after a long silence. ‘If they do want a war with the Covenant, then they’ll take a fat one up their shit shaft.’ The Resident Evil waves a hand, dismissing his manager. ‘Leave me alone, hmm?’
With a brusque nod, Syn backs away and leaves the room as our hero continues to watch the downpour. Slowly, his head lowers and he takes off out of the door, down the corridor and exits the house.
The moment he leaves the doorway, the water teems down upon him, soaking him, his eyes closing in rapture and serenity. Standing in the rain had always given him a sense of peacefulness that he simply could not attain at any other place at any other time. And then he hears it. A sound like fingertips sliding across silk and lace. Like warm breath upon a cold neck.
‘You’ll catch your death out here, Raenius.’
His head, tilted back, lowers to find his ally, his family, Chassie Fear standing before him underneath an umbrella. He looks to her for several seconds, before looking toward the horizon.
‘I remember the first time I looked at that the American sky. I knew that it was there that I wanted to soar. To breathe. The problem? People suffocate me. And, in this place, there are far too many.’
She looks at him, simply as a student would study their master, before responding carefully
‘And have you a solution for the problem? It seems that no matter where you'd go, it would be overpopulated.’
‘Peoples aren’t the only thing that makes me choke. I fear, for what I am stricken with, there is no cure.’
‘If there is no cure, how best, then, to manage the condition?’
Raenius breathes deeply.
‘Kathryn. She’s been pretty sick lately. Last time she was sick like this, she says, she was pregnant.’
Chassie steps closer, concern for her friend as well as for Raenius flashing across her features
‘How long has it been going on? Has she seen a doctor yet?’
‘Few days. Wont see the doctor. She’s like me in that respect. Point is, my wife is sick and I’m not there to help her. I have one house that has split in half and one house that may grow in number. I’m a drunk and a weirdo. A leader and a loser. If she is, in fact, up the duff… then how the fuck am I supposed to deal with it, if I can’t even keep my friends friendly?’
She pauses to consider this, but only briefly
‘It is not your job to play peacemaker between grown men and women. And if Kathryn needs you, go to her. I do not pretend to know how I would react in your position, but I know that you can only control so much in this life. And I think no matter how hard you tried, things with Dragon, Jezebel, and the rest would play out regardless of what is said or done.’
‘Perhaps…’ he says, trailing off as he looks at the clouds. After a time, he ushers her inside and they sit down in his living room in this, one of his many properties over the country, to find that Syn had left a bottle of Wild Turkey and a glass out for our hero.
He lifts the bottle and pours a glass, offering it to Fear.
She takes the glass, and drinks it heartily, setting the glass back down and looking at Raenius once she’s done.
‘The question you should be asking is, what do you want to do? What would be the best choice for you?’
‘For me?’ replies Raenius, swigging from the bottle. ‘Loyalty. Every time. The possibility of having another child with my wife doesn’t scare me one bit. But this thing with Saint… this could fuck the Covenant and the Order right up the asshole. Last time Salem and I traded blows… it wasn’t fucking pretty.’
She nudges the empty glass back towards him, clearly desiring a refill.
‘So, you’ve more or less made your choice, now It’s just a matter of choosing the best way to deal with Salem and whatever else he might have up his... sleeve? What makes you think Salem is something to fear?’
‘Have you seen the fucker in action? He’s the same kind of monster I am. We destroyed an entire town the last time we went at it. But I doubt it would ever come to me and him being on opposite sides of anything. Though, if it does? I’m ready.’
‘So, to use your words, how could this fuck the Covenant up the ass? I see two options here. Either we work to take him out of the picture before he can be problematic, or we wait and see what he means to do first.’
‘Salem, at this point, is just protecting what’s his. Let’s wait. We’ll know what to do soon enough…’
Raenius, looking out at the world as it weeps, breathes hard. The rain pounding off roofs, slapping tree leaves and soaking all that dwells beneath the sky thunders through his ears, heavy as it is. Like his heart.
‘You brought her into this world and out of the stagnant one that she had found herself in. You think that would mean a certain level of loyalty would be in order.’
‘She has that in leaps and bounds,’ he replies curtly.
‘But not for you, Raenius, looks like.’
Our hero’s sigh, like the antediluvian winds of barren deserts, fills the ether as Syn walks closer to him.
‘I don’t mean to pick fights with you and yours, but she’s obviously chosen her side in all of this.’
‘And since when were there sides to choose between?’ Raenius snaps, turning around to scowl in her face. ‘What the fuck happened here to make us split like this?’
‘…She’ll want to know where you stand in all of this.’
‘When there’s a family feud, I tend to stay as far away from it as I can. Mickey and Jezebel are grown ups. If they want to bitch-slap each other around for a while, it’s fuck all to do with me.’
‘Bitch-slap? Dragon? He’ll set her daughter on fire or something!’
‘Jez knows what he’s like, as do we all. Klaus and her want to reap the fucking whirlwind then it’s up to them.’
‘More like reaping a hurricane.’
‘Be that as it may, they fuck with Mickey Dragon, they get what they deserve. I wont interfere. But, if Jez, Klaus or Salem try to gang bang the lad… well…’
‘Well?’
‘I’m not going to stand there and let my brother get worked over. Even if it is by Klaus. Or Salem. Or Jezebel.’
‘And if they come after you? Or Fear? Or Dirge?’
Raenius turns back around to stare out the window once more.
‘Then they’re fucked,’ he says after a long silence. ‘If they do want a war with the Covenant, then they’ll take a fat one up their shit shaft.’ The Resident Evil waves a hand, dismissing his manager. ‘Leave me alone, hmm?’
With a brusque nod, Syn backs away and leaves the room as our hero continues to watch the downpour. Slowly, his head lowers and he takes off out of the door, down the corridor and exits the house.
The moment he leaves the doorway, the water teems down upon him, soaking him, his eyes closing in rapture and serenity. Standing in the rain had always given him a sense of peacefulness that he simply could not attain at any other place at any other time. And then he hears it. A sound like fingertips sliding across silk and lace. Like warm breath upon a cold neck.
‘You’ll catch your death out here, Raenius.’
His head, tilted back, lowers to find his ally, his family, Chassie Fear standing before him underneath an umbrella. He looks to her for several seconds, before looking toward the horizon.
‘I remember the first time I looked at that the American sky. I knew that it was there that I wanted to soar. To breathe. The problem? People suffocate me. And, in this place, there are far too many.’
She looks at him, simply as a student would study their master, before responding carefully
‘And have you a solution for the problem? It seems that no matter where you'd go, it would be overpopulated.’
‘Peoples aren’t the only thing that makes me choke. I fear, for what I am stricken with, there is no cure.’
‘If there is no cure, how best, then, to manage the condition?’
Raenius breathes deeply.
‘Kathryn. She’s been pretty sick lately. Last time she was sick like this, she says, she was pregnant.’
Chassie steps closer, concern for her friend as well as for Raenius flashing across her features
‘How long has it been going on? Has she seen a doctor yet?’
‘Few days. Wont see the doctor. She’s like me in that respect. Point is, my wife is sick and I’m not there to help her. I have one house that has split in half and one house that may grow in number. I’m a drunk and a weirdo. A leader and a loser. If she is, in fact, up the duff… then how the fuck am I supposed to deal with it, if I can’t even keep my friends friendly?’
She pauses to consider this, but only briefly
‘It is not your job to play peacemaker between grown men and women. And if Kathryn needs you, go to her. I do not pretend to know how I would react in your position, but I know that you can only control so much in this life. And I think no matter how hard you tried, things with Dragon, Jezebel, and the rest would play out regardless of what is said or done.’
‘Perhaps…’ he says, trailing off as he looks at the clouds. After a time, he ushers her inside and they sit down in his living room in this, one of his many properties over the country, to find that Syn had left a bottle of Wild Turkey and a glass out for our hero.
He lifts the bottle and pours a glass, offering it to Fear.
She takes the glass, and drinks it heartily, setting the glass back down and looking at Raenius once she’s done.
‘The question you should be asking is, what do you want to do? What would be the best choice for you?’
‘For me?’ replies Raenius, swigging from the bottle. ‘Loyalty. Every time. The possibility of having another child with my wife doesn’t scare me one bit. But this thing with Saint… this could fuck the Covenant and the Order right up the asshole. Last time Salem and I traded blows… it wasn’t fucking pretty.’
She nudges the empty glass back towards him, clearly desiring a refill.
‘So, you’ve more or less made your choice, now It’s just a matter of choosing the best way to deal with Salem and whatever else he might have up his... sleeve? What makes you think Salem is something to fear?’
‘Have you seen the fucker in action? He’s the same kind of monster I am. We destroyed an entire town the last time we went at it. But I doubt it would ever come to me and him being on opposite sides of anything. Though, if it does? I’m ready.’
‘So, to use your words, how could this fuck the Covenant up the ass? I see two options here. Either we work to take him out of the picture before he can be problematic, or we wait and see what he means to do first.’
‘Salem, at this point, is just protecting what’s his. Let’s wait. We’ll know what to do soon enough…’