oddsandends | 32nd ♫ | every step we took that synchronized, every broken bone

[Credence is, from the get go, very uncertain and more than a little scared about what's happening. He needs to get home, needs to look after his sisters, needs to see his Ma. He also tends to be rather skittish and does his best not to talk to too many people.

If he happens to have spouted some bibles verses at everyone initially or spend his time reciting "hail Mary"s and really not being at all curious about the wicked things happening here well- he's doing his best.

For anyone that's taken a look at his profile his profession is listed as "Acolyte" while his titles are either Champion of Suffering or Repressed. ]

[The one good thing about all this is that as far as she can understand, the people back in her world are not privy to... everything that this is. For better or for worse. (Though she does wonder how things are now without her. The battalion can probably handle themselves, she supposes, and at least she isn't accountable now if they fuck up and die.)

Anyway. At least here she doesn't exactly have to put up with the disguise of the zealous war hero 24/7, which means now she doesn't have to drag her ass to church ever Sunday.

Imagine her reaction when the new floor actually popped up a chapel room. Almost feels like the asshole running this show is out to insult her.

She comes up to this room out of curiosity more than anything else, vaguely interested to see what this mastermind of theirs has a chapel area for. It looks pretty standard as far as she can remember - more 21st century than WWI-era. Not that there's really much difference in chapels aside from general standards.]

Tch. [She kicks the side of one of the pews, the drag of it against the floor echoing loudly in the room. If there's somebody else in here, it doesn't seem like she particularly cares.]

[The chapel had been a relief, something familiar and safe and Credence hadn't left since it had... appeared. Which was, in itself, possibly sinful. Almost appearing like magic and the thought alone was enough to make him cringe slightly.

He'd been straightening things that didn't really need straightening and polishing things that didn't really need polishing just to have something to do. Offering what knowledge and assistance he could to any who came into the chapel seeking reassurance.

He'd meant to do the same for her, moving down the aisle between the pews towards her, hands clasped and head down, making himself as small and nonthreatening as possible. He freezes when she lashes out though, dark eyes widening in fear before he bows his head, hunching his shoulders up defensively. He's not far from her, he could still try to offer some sort of comfort. The word of the Lord was meant to be comforting. Or he could hold his breath and pray she wouldn't notice him or take out her anger on him.

God did not reward cowardice.]

You... um- You seem upset. Would you care to talk about it?

[She's almost surprised when she hears Credence - almost, because why wouldn't he be here. She certainly hasn't forgotten him sprouting bible verses and prayers left and right (or rather, its hard to forget).

Really, its a bloody miracle that he's still alive. Maybe he was just too weak to even be a challenge for others to kill, which wouldn't surprise her one bit. Anybody who tries to hide behind a 'God' or whatever wasn't worth it.]

Talk to you? Don't make me laugh. [She snorts after replying, looking so very unimpressed at him. She's tempted to kick another pew just to spite him, but holds off for now. Maybe later.] You'd just make the whole thing worse.

[It is a miracle he's still alive, really it is. He wouldn't argue that fact or the fact that it's probably because he's too weak for anyone to deem threatening. If someone could protect themselves or their family by killing him he wouldn't even argue. The immensely powerful magical parasite inside him, now that might argue, but he is quite certain that he has nothing to do with any of the weird things that were happening back in New York. No, that was Mr. Graves' doing.

Though perhaps the reason he was still alive was because he always endures, no matter how unfair the punishment or how bad the pain he always endures.

Still the look she gives him makes him physically step back, fingers tugging at the hem of his vest, picking and fidgeting in his anxiety. Not that he wasn't used to scathing looks.]

S-Sorry. I don't mean to. [Barely more than a whisper but of course she was right. How on earth could he help? He should have let her be, left her alone and not tempted her anger and disdain that reminded him so much of his Ma.]

[She really, really wants to be mad at him - it'd be really easy to, honestly - but all of this won't lead her anywhere. Sure, it'd make her feel better, but that doesn't get her closer to getting out of here.]

Pathetic. [She goes ahead and kicks another pew this time, less to spite Credence and more to spite Being X. She knows he's watching, even if the mastermind doesn't want to admit it to her. That asshole is always watching.] You wouldn't last a day in the Fatherland.

[Or maybe he would? But he certainly wouldn't last if he had to be deployed out on the front lines. Not that they would (Tanya herself is a special case) but if he had to be--he'd definitely die. No two ways about that.]

[He almost frowns but catches it at the last moment, fighting to keep his face as carefully neutral as possible. Ma hated it when he showed fear or displeasure instead of simply accepting his punishment gracefully. He'd always done something to deserve it after all.

So when she insists he wouldn't last he merely nods his agreement. No words necessary and everything he said only seemed to make her more angry. At least Ma was a known entity. He knew what would make it worse and what might turn her attention from Modesty or Chastity. With this blonde though he had no idea what would set her off. So best to stay quiet. He'd balled this up badly enough as it was.]

[Tanya's a bit too distracted to really notice Credence's response - she would have seen it otherwise, to some degree. After all she's pretty much in the same boat; 'punished' to a new life simply because she did not 'believe', and now with a world that's slowly turning its sights on her (before coming here, anyway - Tanya is still half-certain this is another ploy by Being X to make her 'believe' and all that bullshit). It's incredibly frustrating to many degrees.

But since he isn't saying anything, Tanya isn't going out of her way to antagonize him further (it'd be useless anyway, he doesn't do anything to help her). Instead she walks past him to one of the pews closer to the front and throws herself onto it, sprawling across it haphazardly. See how many fucks she gives about 'God'.]

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[She professes to hate religion and to find him pathetic for believing but even if she doesn't believe there's a peace to the chapel that he works to maintain. Quiet and soothing with candles always burning because somehow here there's no worrying about affording fresh candles for service or forgoing meals to be able to make more pamphlets. He can keep soft lighting and a couple sticks of earthy incense burning.

So maybe she can at least find some comfort here, even if it is secular comforts instead of spiritual ones. Even as frightening as she is the thought makes Credence's lip twitch up in something that could only be considered a smile on him. Fleeting though it is, even without the danger of her gaze on him.

He will let her rest... and wait to fix the pews until she's gone so as to not disturb her or antagonize her further.]

[She very much hates religion - or at least, looks like she has a really big bone to pick against it, which is ironic since her title is Zealous. She hardly displays that kind of zeal that seems to be implied.

Not that it seems like Tanya cares that much about it, in-between everything else. She stays quiet for a while, seemingly letting Credence do his thing and not going out of her way to bother him. Instead she stares at the cross hanging up at the wall as her mind things about the events of... a few days back. The murder, and the subsequent execution.

Being X didn't care about others, Tanya knew that. But why go through all this trouble? Killing others wasn't going to do anything to her - her experiences in the Rhine had prepared her enough. Just what was Being X's game plan this time? Especially with this boy...]

Oy. [She calls out to him, fully expecting him to respond.]

[He may have gone about his usual tasks as though he'd forgotten she was there but he was keenly aware of her presence and his position in relation to her space and line of sight at all times. For all she knew he might have left the chapel entirely if not for the fact that the door was heavy and she would have heard it. Still she was, even now, a threat and though he'd never have said so or even recognized that he was doing it he was hyper-vigilant while she was in the room with him.

It was just another survival technique.

She spoke and in a moment he was standing beside the pew she'd sprawled onto, not close enough to touch (just in case she decided violence was in order) but near enough that she wouldn't need to move much or crane her neck to see him. He still had a long match in his hand, the tip smoking from where he'd blown it out.]

Y-Yes?

[Tanya pushes herself up to something closer to an actual sitting position so that he can actually look at him.]

Do you really believe-- [She pauses to try and find the word but hell if she's going to make herself say 'God'.] --that he will come here and save you?

[She jerks her head towards the cross at the 'he', fulling indicating what she exactly means by that.]

[He looks up toward the cross and it is so strange not to see the NSPS banner beside it. The idea that God himself would come swooping in to rescue them like an avenging angel is an amusing one, even if it is at least a little sinful. He shakes his head but, perhaps for once, he doesn't look lost or upset.]

Come here? No. Of course not. [Credence can't help recalling what one of the priests had said when he was younger, before Ma had made her own church so that she could spread the most important of the Lord's messages.]

It is not God's job to save us but to give us the strength to endure what we can and the peace we've earned when we can endure no more.

[His heart aches a little at that. He knows such peace is not for those like him, wicked and sinful as he is he will never know peace. But he hopes that, maybe, if he can be good enough then perhaps he can help others find that peace. Even if there is a terribly greedy part of him that desperately wants it for himself as much as he does for his sisters. Still, to know they are safe and well fed and that Modesty wouldn't have to wear shoes 2 sizes too small anymore he would happily give up any peace the Lord would offer him.]

truth hurts, kid (one day.... hopefully. :C)

degurechaff - 2017-04-03 17:07 (UTC) - Expand

in his experience everything hurts

wicked_and_unnatural - 2017-04-03 22:04 (UTC) - Expand

well... can't deny that (whoops sorry late tag)

degurechaff - 2017-04-04 17:58 (UTC) - Expand

sadly not (no big! I'll just give you suffering as retaliation)

wicked_and_unnatural - 2017-04-04 22:20 (UTC) - Expand

eternally slow as balls

degurechaff - 2017-04-06 02:50 (UTC) - Expand

[Takumi didn't care why Credence was in the rewards room- he needed something out of here, now. So the young archer bullies his way past the taller boy and starts shoving coin after coin in. Sorry if you were after anything for yourself, bro.

He keeps getting crap like pens and condoms and weirder things- which he just chucks across the room once they start piling up. Obviously he's trying for something specific and in a bit of a fit because of it]

Come on, come on!

[Credence isn't familiar with vending machines and he hadn't allowed himself to even enter the "rewards room". An entire room devoted to rewarding them... for what? You were either grateful for what you have or God punishes your greed by taking even that from you.

Why else had his sisters been taken from him? Or Mr. Graves and his wicked promises.

He was staring at the vending machine, just staring at the coin slot, fighting with himself on whether he was sinful for spending the coins he had on frivolous items. When Takumi pushed him aside he went without complaint. There was a flicker of something hot and wicked, a spark that shivered down his spine and a tightening of his jaw.

And he swallowed around the strange feeling, guilt immediately gnawing at him for his greed, his pride, the shadow of wrath. Sinful wicked thing that he was.

At least he could offer some small atonement for the feeling, however brief it had been.]

If you're after something... perhaps this would help? [And Takumi he's offering you the few coins he's managed to gather himself.]

[He almost forgot that Credence was there, to be honest. He was an easy guy to forget, and in his rush to try and get the Fujin Yumi from the machine he had just tuned him out.

Until Credence was offering him his own coins]

Wha... what, no-! I'm not taking your coins, don't you need those?

[Somehow he had expected more of Takumi's anger so when the other man simply seemed surprised Credence decided he had made the right choice after all. He lifted his head a little, not that he needed to with Takumi, he was so much taller that hunched down as far as he could be he still towered over the other.

Still there was a slight easing of the tension in his shoulders and he held his hand steady, coins there for the offering. Though if Takumi does take them he may notice the thick lines of scars that criss cross Credence's palms.]

For what? [There was no getting Modesty out of a vending machine and what else could he possibly need?]

I have nothing I need and... [A slight shrug and he looked a little embarrassed but he spoke the Verse all the same.]

And do not forget to do good and to share with others, for with such sacrifices God is pleased.

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Well, I'm not taking them.

[Like he's too proud to accept- but his anger seems gone, reduced to just annoyance]

...Thank you, though.

[Credence frowns slightly, looking between the offered coins and Takumi. Slowly he closes his fingers back around them and returns them to his pocket. It's a novel feeling, having money in his pocket. More so than having food in his belly. But if Takumi won't take the offer maybe... with the other boy as encouragement Credence can spend at least a few of those coins himself.]

If you tell me what you wanted maybe I can at least make sure it gets back to you if someone else gets it?

Yeah? Hmm... well it's a bow, only with no string. Bronze leafed, with a wing decal. Almost as long as I am tall. If you see anything like that, it's mine.

[Credence blinks, a little startled by that description. He looks back at the vending machine and chews the inside of his lip for a moment.]

Would something so large even fit inside... [He looks doubtful. And what is the purpose of a bow with no string? That seems an odd distinction to make.]

I didn't think so either, but apparently people are getting big things out of it even if it doesn't make sense.

[He notices Credence looking at the machine]

Give it a try, it won't bite you.

[The nonsensical items that have come out of the machine only make him more wary, more convinced that this could be something magic and that is both a terrifying and exhilarating thought.

Not that he'd admit to the exhilarating part of it.]

Just in case your bow is in there.

[Because he can be brave if it's for someone else. Of course the first coin that goes in only earns him chewing gum. So much anxiety for something so mundane. But something joyous flickers over his expression before he can stop it, forcing his face back to neutrality.]

Black licorice... we could share? [Because really when is the last time Credence could afford something as extravagant as candy]

Oh, is it candy? I've never seen any like this before...

[He didn't have candy often, not through lack- but because sweets were a 'girly' thing. He was a prince, if he wanted cakes and sweet bean buns every meal no one could really stop him.

Though being a solider too he couldn't really afford to do that]

It's chewing gum. [Credence opens the package and pulls out two sticks, offering one out to Takumi. It takes a moment for him to figure out how to explain it really.]

I've only had it once but... you chew it and get the flavor from it. [It's also a really great way of tricking your body into thinking you're feeding it but he doesn't want to tell Takumi that. It always leads to awkward questions]

32nd ♫ | every step we took that synchronized, every broken bone

Credence Barebone | Fantastic Beasts

social link but really its going to be a mess

such a mess

believer meets atheist, news at eleven

this just in: Atheist kills believer with a Look

where's your god now bitch (i'm so sorry)

Where he's always been. Not caring about wicked sinners like Credence (it's so okay lol)

is this why he's in murderhell (i feel so bad)

Punishment from God. His mother despises him... same difference (at least he's pretty when he cries?

well that makes zero sense (pretty HEARTBREAKING you mean)

It makes perfect sense... really it does >>;; (everything about Credence is heartbreaking)

and this is why god is a dick (yes :c he deserves more)

Just don't tell him that. He's not ready. (someday he'll believe that. hopefully.)

truth hurts, kid (one day.... hopefully. :C)

in his experience everything hurts

well... can't deny that (whoops sorry late tag)

sadly not (no big! I'll just give you suffering as retaliation)

eternally slow as balls

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the movie is out now, I really need to find better icons ugh