To defeat your enemy, you must know them.
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Location: The Church of Saint Giles loft.
As far as a base of operations went, he could do worse then the current circumstances he found himself in. The church was largely private and in disrepair, its desecrated aura an attraction for restless spirits. It was easy enough to ward certain areas and the nominal activity would mask his own presence here. To say nothing of how at home he felt, in the surroundings he discovered himself. This was his Carfax Abbey- His home away from home. While his cousin might enjoy privacy in the countryside, he had no intention of staying overly for long. Even if it was a place he had as much right to, as much as her.
And it was good to work. He had been doing so all day, with only a few breaks in between and with arms crossed, he surveyed his new domain.
The upper loft of this place could only be reached via flight or similar powers of transportation- The stairs had long since crumbled and there was a considerable height to reach. Perhaps if the person in question was tenacious and physically fit, they could have made it but then they would also have to deal with his ghostly tenants. It made for an effective security system, at the very least.
He made a mental note to fix that.
A stone coffin with dirt was present- In the event he needed to recover heavily. On a pedestal, before a shelf there was the book he had obtained from the catacombs, containing the spirit of Leah. That had been an adventure and a half. : |
On display on a special stand, was a dummy with various armor parts....All part of a set, scattered throughout Castlevania City that he planned to seek. Currently, he had the right gauntlet but that was all. And before that, his weapons. All laid on the work desk, in various stages of care and similar. From the mundane to the magic, reliable and resolute.
Not a bad thing overall. But dusk was here and there was so much he wanted to find out about the city proper now.
.....After a break and sinking down into the chair, framed by the statue of an angel he rubbed his forehead and sighed out.
Cold, alone, confused.
Simon felt like he had lived in Castlevania City for ages, but yet... He could only remember faint details about his life here, memories of his childhood were in fragments, or missing... And whenever he tried to think too much on what brough him here, he felt a sudden pain in his ribs.
There were still things in his past that he couldn't remember, whether it was his subconsciousness holding him back from doing so, or simply some sort of amnesia, it was difficult to tell.
He did at least remember where his apartment was, and was well aware of what he was carrying on him, which included a somewhat outdated phone, a switch blade... And, 15 bucks.
Well, that was as good as anything for him right about now.
Without any particular place in mind, Simon tried to search for some place that sold food.
He honestly didn't care how fancy the place was, he just knew he was hungry, and probably a bit thirsty too.
Castlevania City was a bizarre city in and of itself. Between the gothic architecture, the modern sensibilities, the extraterrestrial immigrants and other weirdness magnets combined with its black aura? Altogether, it made for an interesting if somewhat exciting place to live. Alien creatures in coats padded past alongside humans, who paid no mind to Simon or each other. At a street corner, a monkey skeleton would be dancing to the fiddle of a street musician to a minor crowd. Stores advertising eyeballs, cow brains for ghouls and zombies, and all manner of macabre tools stood out all the more, for the casual observer new to this city. Here, the Undead among other things were just another form of resident the city worked around.
And surprisingly, it worked.
Luckily for Simon, he'd discover a nice smell soon enough that seemed normal enough. Deep friend food, fish from the smell which led him to a bar called the Merchants Palace.
The patrons seemed a random mix, with many old and new sensibilities combined. Behind the bar, a sign advertising free wifi for customers hung next to a shrunken head. At a table, what looked like a massive, hairy beast clutched a beer mug as he hooted softly to a junior witch, still at the phase of wearing the pointy hat everywhere as she wrote down notes. And seeing Simon, the barkeep/cashier smiled(though difficult to tell with his facemask) and made a bow of obeisance.
"Welcome! What can I do you for, stranger?"