witty post names are for chumps

[untiemyhands]

Characters: Klara Saburov and ~you~.
Setting: Floor Thirteen.
Format: I prefer prose but will match you.
Summary: Impostress has been known to haunt cathedrals. That there's one here doesn't change the habit.
Warnings: Nothing but being confusing, really.

The cathedral is completely empty.

That's wrong. There were three hundred people in here just the night before, right? She'd seen them herself. Touched their hands with hers, brought them water. It was a pleasant visit that had taken a load off of her heart.

_{So where were the bodies?}

Klara came to a stop at the head of the cathedral, before the _{(suddenly silent)} altar. It was strange not seeing a throne there. Strange, and sobering. This wasn't the cathedral she'd visited, and it wasn't the ruined safehouse. There weren't any horns here, even, and no Executor at the door.

Klara sits down on the floor by the altar, arms wrapped about her legs. The oppressive silence that reigns here is almost comforting.

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[morituramfides]

Wandering around? Yep there was plenty of that going on. Jin frankly always thought this floor was kind of dumb-- but he wasn't exactly a religious man, so that might've been why. At first he was just going to keep passing through (he's been here before, and it's not that interesting), but there seemed to be some weird girl here sitting by the altar. OK then.

"What are you doing?"

[untiemyhands]

"I wanted to see if I could hear Eva Yahn."
The first thing out of her mouth is a lie, but a moment of thought actually lends it consideration. There had been a voice, after all.

She unfolds her arms to free her shoulders from the stiff feeling settling about them, and to be able to get a better glance at her conversational partner.

...wow, that's a strange looking fellow.

"But now we're speaking, so my ears are closed."

[morituramfides]

"Your ears are closed?" Oooookay then, that got a bit of a stare from Jin. He had no idea who Eva Yahn was, but he got the feeling that this girl was just one of those people that liked to talk weird. Great.

"What, you got an on and off switch for them under your hat or something?"

[untiemyhands]

Why are you staring this is how normal people talk.

The on-off switch comment sets Klara to absently prodding at her hat, and after a moment, a shake of the head.

"Doesn't seem so. That would be strange, anyway."

[morituramfides]

Uh huh sure

Aaand staring even more, with an ever growing critical look and a quirked eyebrow. He wasn't being serious. Was she messing with him, or was she really this dumb?

"Are you some kind of robot or something? Of course normal people don't have switches."

[untiemyhands]

And that, Jin, is the million dollar question. At the inquiry as to her humanity, Klara stands up, smooths out her skirt - and put her hands on her hips with a derisive expression.

"I can be cut and bleed. Well, maybe. That's human enough!"

Nobody really gets in 'make her bleed' attack range without bleeding themselves, so hence that maybe.

[morituramfides]

Wow what is this freak show even.

"Glad to know you're not an undead bloodless husk then. Did you remember to take your medicine this morning?"

He should probably stop snarking because she's just gonna keep spinning it like a deluded maniac but whatever that is how he communicates.

[untiemyhands]

"Did you?" comes the response, a little clipped. No way, Jin. Keep snarking to the already agitated plague incarnate.

[morituramfides]

"Yes I did."

See Klara, Jin actually does need medicine and he has already taken it.

Your move, Ms. Plague Incarnate.

[untiemyhands]

"Well, good. Keep yourself healthy for a while. It wouldn't due for an illness to spread yet."

She steps off of the raised platform the altar rests on - boots giving a squeak as she does. It's clear she's making to leave.

[morituramfides]

"Don't think an epidemic is gonna be much of a problem here. But whatever."

He rolled his eyes. Yeah he's definitely not taking health advice from this weirdo. If she was gonna go, he certainly wasn't gonna stop her.

[capax_infiniti]

Not that long ago the cathedral had been host to a rather impressive struggle. Xehanort was surprised to see it restored and whole again with no signs of the horrendous damage that his and Aqua's magic had wreaked upon it. Then again, this was a place to be reckoned with in its own right... memories of powerlessness, of his true age and despair and he curled his fingers tightly into a fist as he quietly made his way down the aisle, between rows of now neatly-arranged pews.

He's aware of someone by the altar, his eyes pick up the curled form of the young woman. He cocks his head slightly, considering, before simply striding up, finishing his review of the place. He doesn't turn to address her, but simply lets his words fall where they may.

"Impressive structure."

[untiemyhands]

Well, let it never be said that Klara shied from a chance at talking, even if the man's words are more to the air at large than her. She hadn't stirred as he approached, but stretches a bit now. Really, her shoulders get that stiff...

"It's a pretty body, but with empty veins."

[capax_infiniti]

He considers this for a moment quietly. A beautiful corpse? Of course people are to religion what cells are to blood. Who truly worshiped in such a place?

"A monument to something unnecessary to this place perhaps... while there maybe outside forces we have not uncovered, it is doubtful they require such trappings."

[untiemyhands]

"Yes, it's just decoration. Like a big piece of taxidermy. A lot of this is."

Something about the concept rings familiar to Klara, even - but she might be overthinking. It was strange to have as much time to reminisce as the tower afforded her, when before it was a scramble for all time and energy she could have.

[capax_infiniti]

He nodded in consideration. "It's put out for interlopers like us, those whom they have so benevolently 'rescued' from whatever convenient thread they've spun to mask their intents. Ultimately there's only as much meaning as we choose to give."

Token places, fitting a variety of needs. Everything designed to get those inducted to settle down. If there was something for everyone's needs, perhaps if he looked hard enough he'd find something for his own.

[untiemyhands]

If there were something for everyone here, she's hesitant to wonder what her fitting piece would be - getting doled out a place fitting to her according to some Law. Klara would reject it.

"So, we're here to be the blood. I'd fancy giving them clots."

Petulant of her, sure. But she had a town to tend to.

[capax_infiniti]

"It's unlikely that you would be the only one with such a desire," he replied. A low chuckle wound its way through him, barely a whisper in the sound-dampened air.