Day 34: Breakfast

[screwthegods]

[starting off in M13]

The last part of the night was little more than a blur in Homura's mind. The men had rushed in, but not joined them, instead staying off to themselves. Before any of them had a chance to react, however, a voice sounded through the air, mocking some other person Homura had never heard of, and the patients themselves.

To Homura, whoever that man was, he sounded a great deal like a god.

But before he could ask questions, the demi-god found himself no longer in the chapel, but some strange room on a bed. Is that what Kenren had meant from his earlier warning? Homura sat up, glad at least that the world didn't spin when he did so. Then the same man from before began to speak again, with a completely different tone. It was confusing to hear him talk that way, calling them patients instead of prisoners as he had before. Homura listened quietly as the announcement was made, then got out of bed.

Maybe he wouldn't have to go anywhere yet. It wasn't like Homura knew where to go anyway, and that meant he had time. If this was his room, and if he had been here as long as Kenren had said, there was a chance he could find something with answers. The Taisho had even told him that Homura had seen Rinrei. Certainly he would've written something down, made a map, something that could let him find her again! He started with the desk at the end of his bed, first finding a small stack of notebooks. Picking up the first, he flipped through, turning the pages with quickening desperation as he found each one to be blank.

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[eyrien-prick.livejournal.com]

Lucivar turned to Rainier suddenly, snarling angrily. "Surreal is poisoned?" he snapped. "Mother Night! I knew I should have ripped that prick's cock off. If Falonar's done something to Surreal he'll be missing more then his cock when I'm done with him."

[deathandfudge.livejournal.com]

Falonar? He thought that Falonar was to blame for this? But didn't Lucivar remember? Or was this something similar to how Daemon didn't remember him at all?

"It has nothing to do with Falonar," he replied seriously, although Lucivar's anger pricked at his own temper again. Just the thought of Surreal being injured was bad enough. "It was the Spooky House. That author, Jarvis Jenkell. He created a trap for the Blood and Surreal and I were injured trying to escape from it. She was posioned but Jaenelle was tending to her."

[thesadist]

Daemon's curious gaze studied Rainier's face a moment before turning to Lucivar, his hands held up in a motion of ignorance. "Don't look at me. I didn't even know him before ten minutes ago, let alone anything involving an author and a spooky house."

[eyrien-prick.livejournal.com]

"Spooky house?" Lucivar said, not following anything Rainier was saying. "I'm not aware of a spooky house but the main question isn't what were you doing there, but what were you doing with Surreal and why would you allow her to be poisoned? Mother Night, must I instruct you both on the importance of shielding yourself before entering an unknown place?"

[deathandfudge.livejournal.com]

Rainier was beginning to think that he'd rather face off with a certain angry Glacian Queen than the two males he was currently sitting with. Well, he had been bracing himself for a lecture he supposed. Might as well face up with it and at least Lucivar couldn't order him to Ebon Rih if they were here.

"Jaenelle and Lady Marian were creating an entertainment," he explained. "A house made to demonstrate how landens think the Blood live. Cobwebs and dust and uh, popping beetles in bathtubs." And that had really got to Surreal. "Surreal received an invitation to view it, worded in such a way that she couldn['t refuse and I stood as her escort for the occasion. Unfortunately, it was a ruse to capture members of the SaDiablo family. Some author thought that being Blood, unjewelled blood even, made him an equal to some of the most powerful Blood in the Realm. We went inside along with some landen children but it was a trap, a different house, designed to hold the strongest of the Blood. Any use of Craft closed an exit we could use to escape and the house was filled with Demon Dead."

[thesadist]

Daemon was making a careful study of his dark-tinted fingernails - one in particular - the absent gesture disguising a sudden surge of temper at Rainier's words - not at the warlord himself, but at the man who dared to attempt to trap his family - and apparently succeeded, in Rainier and Surreal's case. He didn't know about this Opal-jeweled Warlord Prince, but to ensnare and poison Surreal would take quite a trap. How had an unjeweled male done it? He'd had to have had help.

"But you are here and well, so I will assume his trap failed?" Daemon inquired casually, deceptively calm.

[eyrien-prick.livejournal.com]

Lucivar curse loudly, clenching his hands into fists once more. "I will have to put the both of you in intense training," he snarled, glaring at Rainier. "I taught you better then that, or at least, I thought I did."

He didn't say anymore - couldn't say anymore. The fact that Marian was involved made his heart squeeze and he didn't trust himself not to overturn the tables and use them to crush every last creature in the room.

[deathandfudge.livejournal.com]

Yes. That was exactly the reaction that he'd been expecting. Lucivar had been angry enough inside the building and he and Surreal had been trying to escape as much to save themselves from him as from the house. He felt his temper flare again and returned the glare with one of his own. It was stupid to clash with someone like Lucivar, but Warlord Princes had never had much use for considerations like logic. "We know. We were stupid and those dumb children died because of it," he growled before turning his gaze to Daemon.

"We got out. Lucivar blew a hole in the wall."

[thesadist]

Had it not been such a serious subject, Daemon would have laughed at that. Then again, it was a very Lucivar thing to do. Traps did little good if the trapped one refused to play by the rules and stay that way.

"And the author?" he inquired, arching an eyebrow, even as he nudged Lucivar's knee under the table, nodding faintly to where the nurses were watching them warily at his brother's outburst.

[eyrien-prick.livejournal.com]

Lucivar gritted his teeth together as he fought to get his temper under control. Rainier's tone did nothing to help his rage and it took everything he had not to haul the Warlord outside and give him a lesson he wold never forget. He listened closely, however, not so angry that he was deaf to the story.

[deathandfudge.livejournal.com]

Ah, less than an hour here and he'd already managed to upset Lucivar and Sadi. This was apparently not his morning. At least his injuried had apparently been healed so that Lucivar couldn't see the extent of how badly not shielding had worked out.

He turned to Daemon. "The Warlord Prince of Dhemlan received payment for the blood spilled," he replied. That should explain everything.

[thesadist]

It did.

Thick lashes blinked once over a sleepy golden gaze as he regarded Rainier for a long moment. "Good," he spoke, then leaned back in his chair in a slouch. Or as much as the Sadist ever slouched, anyways.

"Either way, it matters little right now, for there's nothing we can about that, at any rate. This place poses more of a threat to be dealt with, at the moment."

[eyrien-prick.livejournal.com]

A small shiver ran down his spine when Rainier spoke the words but Lucivar nodded. Everything has a price, after all. And if the man managed to take something his Marian had done and turn it into a trap then he deserved every ounce of pain he received.

"Perhaps your experience in that spooky house will help you here," Lucivar nodded. "At night, this place is a horror."

[deathandfudge.livejournal.com]

Rainier suppressed a shudder when the Sadist looked at him, knowing very well what Daemon was capable of when he got that look in his eyes. He'd seen it too recently to ever forget the punishment meted out to the author who had dared to hurt people who belonged to him.

He nodded in response to both their comments. "A horror? How?" he asked. It had been touched upon that this place was wrong, but had never been actually said.