The bedrooms

(Now to continue. Stop, rest and the show shall resume once more. Please, enlighten me, master.) The door, slowly creaking open. Aria and the sparrows standing there helpless. (Take it all in...) Blood everywhere. Something else brandishing the knife used to cut...(Oh how I LOVE this!!!)

Luka, laying on the floor not moving, still. (Whatever shall they do? heehee)

Warden

Once outside the door, he collapsed just outside. A five second power-nap wouldn't hurt anyone, would it? It would probably hurt the person behind the door but it certainly wouldn't hurt him. Lying on his back, he tried to enjoy the next few moments of internal calm and stillness.

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Warden placed one hand against the ground, simultaneously getting up and thrusting his foot against the door in one smooth motion. But that wasn't all. He repeatedly drove his foot against the heavy oak (?) door like a jackhammer - his doppelgänger images multiplying into the tens and hundreds all copying his movements - the sound from the rapid kicks all melded into one dull, droning banging until a split formed. Like his past encounter with Mr.Saiforro, he didn't stop with the direct evidence that something was happening, that something was about to break, but instead redoubled his efforts until the door gave way.
Geez, his foot was going to be sore after this. A nap sounded like a perfect way to remedy that.

The scene before him was a bit much to take in at once and felt like someone shone a bright light in his eyes.. or.. psychic eyes, whichever made more sense. Blood, knife, death. Sure, he was possessed by Acedia but this may've been a better job for Ira or even Luxuria, if they were even alive, but this.. this wasn't his field at all. What could he do?

Warden took in a deep breath and shouted, "Стоп!" at the creature, Russian for <<Stop>> but coincidentally sounding quite similar to the word in English. The moment he spake though, a dark smog emanated from his lips. It was the reason he never bothered to open his lips; aside from just being lazy, his breath was toxic and there seemed to be no way of stopping that trait. He'd always known it to be potent against living creatures.. but what about supernatural creatures?

Maybe, it would be effective - after all, even if it didn't breathe, his breath could very likely disturb the composition of it.

"Стоп, cтоп, cтоп !" He called a few more times, hoping it would more help than harm.. and hoping this would be over soon, Warden was ready to go back to sleep.

The shadow lashed out at Luka but the minute it touched the young girl it let out an ungodly shriek like several dozen people screaming at once, then dissipated "If you would all excuse me, I must find some place to sleep, for you are much too loud." With this she turned away from the boy and the girl, shifting into a sort of small white yellow-eyed wolf with black paws and padding off down the hall. Humming the entire time, some sort of tune.

"You, are the only exception..." She had her tail wrapped around a worn out rainbow bear deemed "teddy" by the girl when she was younger. "...And...I'm, on, my way to believing...oh, I'm on my way to believing..."

Seeing the dog trod off, Warden smiled faintly and leaned against the empty door-frame, falling asleep right there. He didn't know why but with the girl in front of him safe now, he felt..good.

Maybe it was a good thing to use his power from time to time to help people. He'd think about it, but maybe later. Now.. the only place he was going was to the land of Nod.

Aria coughed violently as air was suddenly brought back into her lungs. She watched as the shadow vanished and she stood up holding her throat. She watched as Luka wolf trotted off then turned to the man who had saved her, tears of gratitude in her eyes. She saw that he'd fallen asleep and didn't want to disturb him but she really wanted to tell him how grateful she was. Making her decision she sat down on the one part of the bed that wasn't blood stained, trying to ignore all the red around her. She noticed a peculiar stench in the air but it didn't seem anything more than that.

Warden was always sleeping, basically; for starters, he rarely opened his eyes since his new role as Acedia granted him 'sight beyond sight' to take care of that for him. For him, the world around him appeared as it did but as a blue-tinted, yet strangely picturesque, panoramic view of reality - aside from not being able to see colour unless he focused on the object, it was practically better than seeing since he had a larger field of vision. There were few other disadvantages as he was coming to realize, such as a lapse if he moved too quickly or being "blinded" by a sudden over-stimulation of senses.

One thing he'd missed was being able to access R.E.M. sleep as freely as he used to - it was now replaced with a low-energy state that granted him something like euphoria but the trade-off was that he couldn't be moving to access it.

Rambling aside, Warden did see when Aria came in but assumed that, like himself, she was tired. Surely, she couldn't have come in to speak to him, right? Besides, his toxic breath would make her leave - just like all his friends left him when he still lived in the Motherland. It made him self-conscious, that "gift", it wasn't really a blessing but a curse.

His legs slowly slid against the ground and he slumped against the door-frame as she left - it didn't matter. Any position was a comfortable position, right? And.. he didn't need friends either, right?

Aria decided that since she didn't have anything else to do she'd go and see if she could thank the boy from before, the one that had saved her. She walked into the room and found him slumped against the door frame. "Still asleep?" She wondered aloud. She smiled and sat down on the bed to wait for him again, the room still had that odd odor but it didn't really affect her. (As a fairy she can purify toxicities)

It was a surprise to the young boy that the girl had decided to come back to the initial scene of violence, he would've expected that she went off to do something else to forget that shadow thing as much as possible.
She said something in English that he didn't quite make out as his first language was Russian and he'd just started picking up the foreign language but still, whoever she was and whatever her intention was, she was close enough to him that he could assume she was talking to him and it gave him a start. This resulted in a visible flinch and he frowned just a bit, "Yes?" There, he responded.

Warden's accent was heavy but hopefully his words would still be decipherable and his breath not bad enough that she passed out; speaking of his breath, only a bit wisped out since he tried to speak quickly - for both their sakes; he didn't want to waste energy and she.. well, she'd be better off not getting a large inhale of it. If anything happened, he could always zoom off to find somewhere else to sleep; maybe the roof, hopefully no one would feel the need to talk to him way up there.

Aria jumped a bit, startled that he woke up from such a quiet comment but she smiled at him. "Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you, I just really wanted to say thank you for saving me earlier." She looked down slightly, the memory hurting slightly. "I really thought I was gonna die." She looked back up at him and smiled at him again. "I was also wondering if there was something I could do for you. You know, as a sort of thank you."

While the most obvious part of his Extrasensory Perception was the vision aspect of it, his hearing was also a great deal enhanced. He adjusted himself on the floor - which felt weird, moving to change a minuscule detail about his posture - and looked up at her as she spoke to him. His vision maintained the blue-tint but he furrowed his brows slightly, focusing to see what she really looked like and it came as a small surprise that her hair was actually blue as well but.. hers was pretty though.

Warden smiled softly at her words, only understanding some of the English here and there.. 'Sorry', 'Thank you'.. that was about it, unfortunately. The young boy turned his head away, not wanting to hurt her with his foul breath and thought of his words before speaking, "Sorry. I..no English..русский." The last word was Russian for... well, "Russian" which, again.. coincidentally sounded close to the English (pronounced : Russ-ki).

Ah, the stupid language barrier. It'd be so much easier if he could just speak English, or if she spoke Russian.

Aria looked at him confused as he turned his head away realizing for some reason he didn't understand her. When he spoke she paused a moment then chuckled. " 'Oh I'm sorry, I didn't realize you didn't speak English.' " She said in fluent Russian. " 'As a fairy I have an adaptive tongue and learn languages easily.' " She smiled at him, he really was a good person. She repeated what she had said to him in Russian.

Well, if the language barrier was there then he didn't see what sense it made. It made Warden a bit sad to think there here was someone who was willing and open to be his friend - for the first time in his life after his change and he couldn't talk to them - he began to question why he left the Motherland.. aside from the crowds of radical Orthodox followers who wanted him dead for 'falling to sin'. His own friends and family.. he'd much too quickly been exposed to the real world.

"OH?" He'd said in shock when the first words of Russian left her mouth and much too excitedly, he'd responded, <<Oh wow, oh wow. That's so cool. I didn't think I would meet someone else who was from the Motherland as nice as you. Who are you? What's your name? How is your hair blue? Can you fly?>> Without realizing, he'd filled a good part of the bedroom with his smog and he stopped himself there, his cheeks reddening with his own chagrin.

Aria watched in surprise as a dark smog escaped his lips as he talked excitedly to her. She watched as it rolled and filled most of the bedroom, however the smog did not affect her in anyway besides a slight peculiar odor. She giggled at his boyish excitement. <<Wow, you should brush your teeth.>> She joked. <<In answer to your questions, no I am not from Russia, I'm from Ireland actually, I'm a fairy, my name is Aria, my hair is just naturally this color, and yes I can fly.>> She fluttered in the air to demonstrate.

Her look of surprise and not disdain or general sickness, as was normally expectant after inhaling the toxic substance wasn't a very large put-off for Warden at that point because for the first moment since his transformation, he'd found someone he was actually able to communicate with; a friend of sorts. Granted, the burning desire to sleep was still there but surely, it could wait until he had at least one little chat with this..fairy, was it? At this stage, she seemed more like an angel.. or even a character of the Slavic mythos Vasilissa, the Beautiful.

His face quickly fell though when she joked about his needing to brush his teeth; didn't she think he tried all that already? He'd spent countless hours brushing his teeth till his gums bled due to his Hyperactivity, he'd tried eating special herbs to remove the bad-breath and even tried drinking (and swallowing) entire bottles of mouth-wash.

Warden, being a child and extremely sensitive because of his sudden transformation, left. He sped off quickly; leaving her to talk to his fleeting after-images while he went in search of somewhere comfortable to sleep.

Aria noticed that he wasn't there anymore and felt saddened. Did she offend him? Did he not like what she was? She sighed and left the bedroom to go look around in the hallways. She wondered if she'd get to see the boy again in order to apologize.