Someone had decided to take pity on Kibitoshin, because finally the night was over! While this had the unfortunate downside of stopping him from catching the other two's names it was a small price to pay for being taken away from those rotting, unstoppable creatures, with their tearing hands and their gaping, gashed mouths and their bloated faces, and...
He shivered. Suddenly eating didn't seem all that appealing.
The best thing he could do for himself now, he decided eventually, was give himself something to take his mind off of everything that had happened. Placing the usual notice to check on everyone he knew, he let his nurse take him somewhere new: the chapel? Wasn't that some kind of Earthian religious thing? Now was his chance to find out.
Kibitoshin stepped into the room gingerly, as though even the sound of his steps could rip straight through the floorboards. The room was all marble engravings and intricate gilded edges, and overhead he could see an organ just waiting to be played. None of it furthered his understanding of what the room was actually for at all. Maybe it was just somewhere to be quiet?
Footsteps light, he slipped around the back of one of the pews and stood at what he hoped was a respectful from a blonde woman, who, strangely enough, didn't seem to be all that interested in doing whatever it was you were supposed to do in here. That didn't mean she wasn't busy, of course. Kibitoshin gave her a hopeful, apologetic smile. "Is it okay if I stand here?"
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He shivered. Suddenly eating didn't seem all that appealing.
The best thing he could do for himself now, he decided eventually, was give himself something to take his mind off of everything that had happened. Placing the usual notice to check on everyone he knew, he let his nurse take him somewhere new: the chapel? Wasn't that some kind of Earthian religious thing? Now was his chance to find out.
Kibitoshin stepped into the room gingerly, as though even the sound of his steps could rip straight through the floorboards. The room was all marble engravings and intricate gilded edges, and overhead he could see an organ just waiting to be played. None of it furthered his understanding of what the room was actually for at all. Maybe it was just somewhere to be quiet?
Footsteps light, he slipped around the back of one of the pews and stood at what he hoped was a respectful from a blonde woman, who, strangely enough, didn't seem to be all that interested in doing whatever it was you were supposed to do in here. That didn't mean she wasn't busy, of course. Kibitoshin gave her a hopeful, apologetic smile. "Is it okay if I stand here?"