"Ah, and there! That should do it!" Koln remarks, finishing the smiley face. He takes a moment to look at his handy-work on the passed-out kid's chest. "Vamps don't exist. But God does
" He places the sharpie back in its new home, the young man's right hand before stumbling some, holding his own head in his hands.
"Oh mon Dieu.. my head, it feels as if there's oh, how you say.. music in it...No! No No no! Not IN my head, it is ON my head!" Koln quickly removes his hat and snatches up Socrates. Koln blinks, not believing his ears, as Socrates sings out the opening chords to "
In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida" in a deep deep bassy tone. From there, a thick thick haze surrounds the priest...
[Sblock] the tendrils hissing loudly as they tightly coil around his limbs. Koln does his best to outmanuver the mist, but in vain, as it appears his entire body is being slowed down. He stops and goes with it, thinking it isn't like he's going to die... right?
Blackness completely overtakes him, not the kind that you see in your room at night, that kind of "empty" blackness. Oh no siree, this blackness has form, substance, weight, and plenty of anger for our hero. Father Koln stares into the abyss, and the Abyss looks right back at him, each trying to understand the other, but to no avail, before a voice, not from the Abyss calls to Koln.
"Who are you?"
Koln immediately responds, as he was trained through life and experience, "I am a humble prie-"
"I did not ask what you were. Who are you?"
The voice's use of 'were' gave Koln a moment of pause, before shrugging it off an replying "The name on my shorts is Father Koln."
"I did not ask what your name was. Who are you?"
Again, Koln is confused by the past-tense, before replying a third time, "I am a proud servant of our Lord Jes-
"I did not ask whom you served. Those who cannot justify their own existence, yet continue existing are truly mad. I will show you truth so you may know it."
Before Koln could respond, the blackness withers and dies with a shrieking pained gasp. Koln stands again in the boys room. All is as it should be, oh no, do not take that to mean things looked like they did before, for they don't. For his surroundings now lack porpotion, size, smell, weight, and all the other attributes one's flawed senses "give" to one's surroundings. Everything looks as it IS, and Koln could not be more frightened... [/sblock]
Koln moves to the right corner of the room, curling into a ball and sitting on the floor. Muttering in a tone not of his own as he holds his knees to his chest and rocks back and forth:
"I looked, and there before me was a white cloud, and seated on the cloud was one "like a son of man" with a crown of gold on his head and a sharp sickle in his hand.Then another angel came out of the temple and called in a loud voice to him who was sitting on the cloud, Take your sickle and reap, because the time to reap has come, for the harvest of the earth is ripe. So he who was seated on the cloud swung his sickle over the earth, and the earth was harvested. After that, another angel came from the Temple in heaven, and he also had a sharp sickle. Still another angel, who had charge of the fire, came from the altar and called in a loud voice to him who had the sharp sickle, "Take your sharp sickle and gather the clusters of grapes from the earth's vine, because its grapes are ripe."So the angel swung his sickle to the earth and gathered the clusters from the vine of the earth, and threw them into the great wine press of the wrath of God. And the winepress was trodden without the city, and blood came out of the winepress, even unto the horse bridles, by the space of a thousand
and six hundred furlongs. I saw in heaven another great and marvelous sign: seven angels with the seven last plagues--last, because with them Gehenna is completed. And I saw what looked like a sea of glass mixed with fire and, standing beside the sea, those who had been victorious over the beast and his image and over the number of his name. They held harps given them by God and sang the song of Moses the servant of God and the song of the Lamb: "Great and marvelous are your deeds, Lord God Almighty. Just and true are your ways, King of the ages..."
Koln continues muttering to himself as he stops rocking back and forth, getting up and leaving the room, closing the door behind him.
[SBLOCK] Moving through the forest, Koln could not help but wonder why all of the trees were planted upside down. He does his best to watch out for birds' nests as he walks through the branches, taking a moment every now and then to admire how far each tree's roots rises up, seemingly to the moon itself, tethering it in what those who cannot see call "gravity."
Father Koln feels a hand on his right shoulder, and for it is his right, he looks over his shoulder with a smile, seeing a familiar face... or lack thereof. For standing beside him was his fatherly companion, the shodden and old fisherman who can only communicate in incomprehensible static. Much like how Koln sounds to "normal" people, so does this man sound to Koln, but they embrace never the less before setting sail back to Montaillou in Southern France [/SBLOCK]
After finishing his little tirade, Koln's face lights up, as he begins to sing to himself "GLORY GLORY HALLELUJIA, GLORY GLORY HALLELUJIA, I'M WALKIN ON SUNSHINE WHOOAA, I'M WALKING ON SUNSHINE WHOOAHH AND DOESN'T IT FEEL GOOD?!"
It should be noted here that Clover could definitely hear this from her room.
[SBLOCK] Koln continues rowing, doing his best to ignore how the ocean around him seems to bleed with each push of his oar, making his sleeves very crimson and dirty. The skeleton-like Fisherman holds his hand up and points in the distance. There they can see fire. A fire that makes the seas boil and the sky turn red. A fire of God's Divine wrath that Koln now finds himself at the mercy of [/SBLOCK]
Koln continues his little song, stumbling into the girls' showers.
[SBLOCK] "And this is where you go back to sleep" [/SBLOCK]
"AH! Lacey! Ruby! Oh!... Ruby... er, I NOW HAVE X-RAY VISION it seems!"
