Fiona Michelle Neilsen; Faustina (lady_faustina) wrote in thecityofsin, @ 2009-04-20 16:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | chapter two, character: fiona neilsen, character: michael donahue |
Chapter Two: Fiona and Michael
who: Fiona and Michael
What: Michael comes to collect Fiona from her extended research trip thanks to all the drama going on in Las Vegas. Fortunately, he gets there in time to assist with dealing with a problem Fiona doesn't even know she has.
When Thursday, Feb 5
Where: The Vaults beneath Vatican City, Italy
Rating: R - There will be blood.
This had once been a part of the Vatican. Ask Faustina if she cared as she walked the remains of a once vaulted hallway back to where she had been the day before. All she cared about was the fact that the Vatican was well known for squirreling away information. It would take one person centuries to go through all of this. Wonderful thing that she truthfully had centuries to do such a thing. Occasionally she trekked to the nearest inhabited settlement and handled the necessaries like food, water, propane for heat, candles to read by. Considering she was representing such a company as the Elari Corporation, one had to wonder why she was out there by herself and living in such primitive conditions. However, the fact she was living in primitive conditions probably answered the why she was out there by herself question. Either way, all she had with her at the moment was herself and a set of candles. Her base camp was in the foyer of a separate building entirely just in case of fire. Never let it be said she was willing to risk losing information due to stupidity.
Her steps rang hollowly back from the walls, echoed off the ceilings, this place was made for many more people. Somehow it felt strange for it to only have one single inhabitant, yet she was the only person for miles. Well, truthfully she wasn't a person anymore. She was a demon, a bona fide climbed out of hell Demon. Her current life only made it all the funnier the idea of her plundering knowledge from the heart of the Vatican like a prospector looking for gold. Considering how much reading and sifting she was having to do, the prospector analogy was quite apt.
As she reached the area where truly heavy darkness began, she withdrew a candle and a slip of paper from her bag. Holding the prepared candle with its holder in one hand and the slip in another, she pushed her will into the paper and it caught fire. As it burned, she put it to the wick of her candle and the wick caught as well. With that, she continued forward, the flame barely pushing back the dark, but that was all she really needed. In the darkness, her steps sounded almost ominous. Part of her wanted to chuckle. The rest was drawing comparisons between this and the feeling of ash under her hands searing the flesh from her skin. Reflexively she closed her free hand, feeling the way the leather pressed against her skin. The feeling gave her some comfort. Demons generally aren't the type to look for comfort, but she was hardly a typical demon was she?
The echo began to die down as she reached the first of the hundreds of book cases. They towered over her despite her height of 5'9", reaching toward the shadows held near the ceiling. Yet those giants gave her comfort. That was where she started counting. Faustina always entered from the same hall so that she could keep count of where exactly she was in the building. No use in having to go over the same search area twice. So far, she hadn't found much that wasn't corroborated other places in the world. In truth, so far this trip had been a bust. However, she also hadn't gotten into the archives that were under real lock and key. She was plundering the outside rooms first before going in there where supposedly they held the true treasures. Time was on her side; there was absolutely no reason for her to hurry. It wasn't as if anything in this slowly crumbling hulk was going anywhere.
Reaching her destination, she began looking at titles again, pulling some of them slightly out of place as she took an interest in them. Standing still, she was surprised by the sound of another foot stepping onto the stone somewhere within earshot. There was no one else here. Why did she hear shoes?