08-31-2014, 01:17 AM
Tony reconsidered his description of 'house' as Elias and Veso led the unwilling group into the proverbial abyss. House was definitely not the right word, he decided when Elias opened the cabinet. Abattoir was more suited to the dank, mouldy corpse of a building.
Six heads whipped around as Old Man burst into the room. Fresh stench abused their senses as he bustled about and barked his orders. "Quickly now! Come, come. You must observe."
A slab of red-slick meat was thrown down upon a rotted table that nearly buckled. Blood oozed like honey from the cracks and hit the floor with a sickening slow drip.
Dan's face was grim and his grip on the power tight but Yuri placed a giant paw on his back, shaking his head. The giant man fared no better though, his face pale and the determination in his eye gave Tony a glimpse into the history of his livid scars.
Hans' grimace turned into an angry sneer. "Prepare? Why don't you tell us what the fuck is happening first, old man? What the hell is that?"
For once, Veso did not try to calm the youth. Quite the contrary, he stepped up alongside Hans, although his tone was much more controlled, anger leaked through. "We have followed along this far. I think it's about time you told us what this is all about."
Tony watched from the side. All four of his students were on the edge of violence. He himself was far from comfortable, but Elias' reaction mirrored his own far more than the others. Inexperienced as he was with the power, he had a head on him.
Before Veso and Hans got them kicked out of Old Man's house, Tony stepped in. He donned a pleasant smile. "My apologies, sir. That monster -the Rusalka? - has made us all uneasy. Would you mind telling us what we have to do? We are anxious to appease the spirit."
Old Man's blustering indignity stopped short at Tony's words. Also thankfully short of the cleaver cabinet he was moving towards. Nonetheless, he ripped his chosen cleaver free and slammed it down on the table with unnecessary force and glared at the group.
"Listen now. Sacrifice requires blood. Each will cut a piece, each must give some blood." Old man made a slicing gesture across his palm. He then turned away from the group and started hacking the meat into seven pieces.
"We aren't really going to do this, right Tony?"
Veso said with derision.
Tony looked at Elias and nodded. "Of course we are. Don't worry, I will heal you afterwards, if you are worried about sanitation. Veso can heal me. Besides, I have an idea."
As Tony filled them in, slowly they all agreed and each in their turn mixed their blood with that of the sacrifice. Nobody dared ask Old Man what kind of meat it was.
Six heads whipped around as Old Man burst into the room. Fresh stench abused their senses as he bustled about and barked his orders. "Quickly now! Come, come. You must observe."
A slab of red-slick meat was thrown down upon a rotted table that nearly buckled. Blood oozed like honey from the cracks and hit the floor with a sickening slow drip.
Dan's face was grim and his grip on the power tight but Yuri placed a giant paw on his back, shaking his head. The giant man fared no better though, his face pale and the determination in his eye gave Tony a glimpse into the history of his livid scars.
Hans' grimace turned into an angry sneer. "Prepare? Why don't you tell us what the fuck is happening first, old man? What the hell is that?"
For once, Veso did not try to calm the youth. Quite the contrary, he stepped up alongside Hans, although his tone was much more controlled, anger leaked through. "We have followed along this far. I think it's about time you told us what this is all about."
Tony watched from the side. All four of his students were on the edge of violence. He himself was far from comfortable, but Elias' reaction mirrored his own far more than the others. Inexperienced as he was with the power, he had a head on him.
Before Veso and Hans got them kicked out of Old Man's house, Tony stepped in. He donned a pleasant smile. "My apologies, sir. That monster -the Rusalka? - has made us all uneasy. Would you mind telling us what we have to do? We are anxious to appease the spirit."
Old Man's blustering indignity stopped short at Tony's words. Also thankfully short of the cleaver cabinet he was moving towards. Nonetheless, he ripped his chosen cleaver free and slammed it down on the table with unnecessary force and glared at the group.
"Listen now. Sacrifice requires blood. Each will cut a piece, each must give some blood." Old man made a slicing gesture across his palm. He then turned away from the group and started hacking the meat into seven pieces.
"We aren't really going to do this, right Tony?"
Veso said with derision.
Tony looked at Elias and nodded. "Of course we are. Don't worry, I will heal you afterwards, if you are worried about sanitation. Veso can heal me. Besides, I have an idea."
As Tony filled them in, slowly they all agreed and each in their turn mixed their blood with that of the sacrifice. Nobody dared ask Old Man what kind of meat it was.