It had only been a mere fifteen minutes from the time Koln left to the time he had come back. Clover had expected him to leave, put in his laundry, and shower and wait until he had clothes to wear again.
Instead, after fifteen minutes, Clover--who sat silently on her bed, watching Ruby cuddle with Icarus on the floor--sat bolt upright as Koln sauntered in the room, stark naked save for a sopping wet towel wrapped around his waist, a shower lever in one hand, and a rubber duck in the other. He seemed completely unaware of any of this, though, and acted as though he were clean and dressed in his normal clothes still. He seemed proud of himself, "I'm all clean now! Er, I think the shower's now broken... but there are others I'm sure. Just uhm, we'll say it was broken when I got in there. It is a long story."
Quickly, Clover reached over the bed to grab Ruby's face and cover her eyes with her hand. She herself turned away in an embarrassed huff and, not having the energy for any more verbal abuse, managed to stammer, "Koln! Please, please put something on! Sure, we'll say the shower was broken. Now, for Ruby's sake--and mine!--please..." Clover trailed off.
Meanwhile, Socrates seemed to stare at Koln quizzically...
Uhm... I really meant that Koln was dressed. In my post Socrates is in his coat pocket, so is he actually floating in thin air? But sure, if Clover insists, ok we'll go with this. Reality is quite fluid; while it is not relative, it appears to be very much so from person to person and ripples at the slightest touch. Such is what Koln has been learning, and driving him closer and closer to the brink of insanity.
"Something on? But I am dressed!" Koln exclaims as he enters the room and suddenly stops, noticing his reflection in the television. "Oh... it is like that dream I always have. I am a child, it is my first day of school, and I am in my underwear.... and covered in blood. I'm holding a bloody dagger... and I can't read what's on the board... everyone's laughing... but me the loudest once they go silent. You know that embarrassing dream that we all have when we're young. Er, I am sorry, I will get dressed... hopefully for real this time."
Koln politely excuses himself and races into the laundry room. He moves his clothes into the dryer, the laundry gnome helping him and reminding him to put in the fabric softener.
"Well, it will take a bit for my clothes to dry. In the meantime Socrates, let's see if we can fix that shower." Koln gently strokes the rodent on his bare shoulder and reenters the bathroom.
More bathroom wackiness from our favorite insane priest!
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He closes the door behind him, turns and notices something written from the steam on both bathroom mirrors.
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Koln approaches the mirrors and runs his hands over the steam, trying to wipe away the writing on the first mirror, but the steam won't come off. He moves to the second mirror, and is successful in wiping away the moisture. However it just steams right back up. Mysteriously new words form on the mirror, quickly being drawn as if by an invisible hand, "KILL THEM."
Koln growls loudly, wipes away the steam in frustration, but again it quickly fogs up, and new words are drawn, "KILL YOURSELF."
Koln again wipes away the steam, but lets out a startled gasp as he sees a tall black mass of shadow standing right behind him.
Socrates is no where to be seen.
Koln turns around and is face to face with the hunter he killed from that night. The hunter tightly grips Koln's throat, lifting him off of the ground, slamming him against the mirror behind him. The glass cracks behind but somehow Koln is unscathed. He headbutts the hunter and smacks him across the face with the lever. The hunter falls with a groan and a thud, Koln crawls over him and repeatedly bashes the man's face with the piece of metal. Soon he is no longer moving, but Koln persists, using every ounce of unholy strength to turn the hunter's face into a bloody mess on the floor.
Panting and tired, Koln sits down on the bloody bathroom floor. "I'm finished..."
Opening his eyes, Koln is alone in the bathroom. the lever still in his hand, Socrates staring at him from the corner, no blood nor hint of the hunter, as if the fight never happened. Koln slowly gets up, finding one of the mirrors fogged up with the words, "All in your head" drawn on it. With due dread Koln wipes away the writing, and is relieved to see that the steam completely fades under his hand, and everything appears normal in the reflection. [/sblock]
"It would seem Socrates that my reality is nothing but a haphazard string of random nightmares. My destiny is to constantly go from one bad dream to another until I my eyes finally close and I dream nevermore. Oh, my clothes must be dry by now!"
With that Koln hurries back to the laundry room, thanks the gnome, takes his dried clothes, and opts to quickly change in there, since the bathroom has been nothing but evil to him all evening.
Koln returns to the dorm again, still with shower lever in hand, "I'm back. Am I wearing clothes?"