Post by Padre Romero on Apr 30, 2007 20:22:00 GMT -5
About an hour later, as the fire begins to die down, there is a hissing sound from the pipe above, less like static than the scrape of wire against steel, or perhaps the crackle of electricity arching through the empty air.
The pipe above the bar vibrates, almost shaking out of its socket, before the room is illuminated by a blast of searing white light as untold thousands to crackling lightning bolts slice down from this sluce and bury themselves in the nails on the floor. The room is filled with a buzzing sound, an infernal device jerry rigged hours ago is driving itself dry.
As the coil crackles away, you notice a figure standing beneath the pipe, bowing like a magician who has just preformed a clever trick. He's clean shaven, with clothing fully intact, like the years he's spent within this city haven't touched him. He's also wearing the unmistakeable collar of a jesuit priest. The antique holster on his side holds not a gun, but a welded contraption of wires and switches. he flicks one, and the machine he's been painstakingly assembling all day dies down.
"And now, having loosed the fateful lightning of my terrible swift sword..." He begins, "I've come to bring you my truth: My eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord. And he comes not in a corona of heavenly fire or the subtle play of stars on the sky, but in the light all of us, by our rendering in his image, can produce."
He picks up a flare, which lays at his feet on the floor.
"You've seen these little lightbringers before...lovely, aren't they? They will serve a purpose more wonderful than you can imagine."
He walks out the door, and lights the flare, placing it at his feet once again.
"The city is dying...this much is understood, but I've come to this sole standard of nightlife looking to take the living into the day...and all it takes is you...and a little flaire..."
The signal goes off, and washes the priest once again in blinding light...when it burns away, he's gone...
wiki.urbandead.com/index.php/The_Second_Extravaganza
The pipe above the bar vibrates, almost shaking out of its socket, before the room is illuminated by a blast of searing white light as untold thousands to crackling lightning bolts slice down from this sluce and bury themselves in the nails on the floor. The room is filled with a buzzing sound, an infernal device jerry rigged hours ago is driving itself dry.
As the coil crackles away, you notice a figure standing beneath the pipe, bowing like a magician who has just preformed a clever trick. He's clean shaven, with clothing fully intact, like the years he's spent within this city haven't touched him. He's also wearing the unmistakeable collar of a jesuit priest. The antique holster on his side holds not a gun, but a welded contraption of wires and switches. he flicks one, and the machine he's been painstakingly assembling all day dies down.
"And now, having loosed the fateful lightning of my terrible swift sword..." He begins, "I've come to bring you my truth: My eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord. And he comes not in a corona of heavenly fire or the subtle play of stars on the sky, but in the light all of us, by our rendering in his image, can produce."
He picks up a flare, which lays at his feet on the floor.
"You've seen these little lightbringers before...lovely, aren't they? They will serve a purpose more wonderful than you can imagine."
He walks out the door, and lights the flare, placing it at his feet once again.
"The city is dying...this much is understood, but I've come to this sole standard of nightlife looking to take the living into the day...and all it takes is you...and a little flaire..."
The signal goes off, and washes the priest once again in blinding light...when it burns away, he's gone...
wiki.urbandead.com/index.php/The_Second_Extravaganza