[Right Father Hansa and Father Abel sent him because they thought he'd have a better chance of relating to a fellow kid. So he should...try to be personable.]
I'm well.
I was contacted by the Admin. Said you got a strange mark and thought a priest should check in. Is that true?
I think I prefer it . . .[ it doesn't sound good if a priest was told to see it. ] I'm at my cottage right now, the one you were in when those things were in the walls. Did you want me to go anywhere else to meet?
[He considers. If something go wrong, somewhere secluded might be better so no one gets caught up in it. But on the other hand, going somewhere secluded might stress Falco out further and make the whole thing worse...]
No, your cottage will be fine.
[If something goes wrong, he can handle it while protecting people.]
I'm going to teleport, so I should be there soon. [Warning so he doesn't startle him...] Okay?
Alright. I'm outside . . . And thanks for the heads-up.
[ ....... he might never get used to teleporting, but he'll take the warning. as promised, falco is just outside sunderland cottage, trying to work on— well! something. there's wood, empty boxes and fencing he's trying to put together on his own, but for the time being only has enough tools and hands to make the structure's skeleton. it's as much as you'd expect from a twelve year old and not a carpenter, but he gets points for hard work and creativity. ]
[wow the warning was actually helpful?? Jun is taking notes, he's learning here]
See you soon.
[He puts his phone away. A few minutes later, he teleports in- still wearing the same shroud as before. Look he's trying but he doesn't know how to reveal his face and reveal he's actually a kid in a trenchcoat.
He does look at the project Falco is working on. Being someone whose never built anything himself, he's curious]
[ ngl jun will still be “mister” because everyone’s older than him. now, just showing up, like, right there in a warp does make the boy subtly jolt back and nearly drop his hammer. nearly, he catches the handle with a sigh that says thank you for not hitting his foot. ]
—Father Orden! [ trying to pretend he was ready . . . casually brushing off jumpscares, like wiping his brow and setting the tool down. ] It’s supposed to be a coop . . . For chickens.
[ falco shakes his head and brushes some dirt off the curve between his shoulder and neck. ]
Just chickens. I was going to ask for some help on the [ as much as they’re easy words to say, he says them awkwardly together, as if it was still strange for him to use, ] smart phones, soon. I just need to get organized . . .
[ he gestures to the cottage’s tiny staircase leading to the front door. ]
Do you want a drink? We have juice and soda if you prefer it over water.
[ so far: same polite and seemingly harmless kid. he’s probably even too nice to be here, but aot says the same thing. ]
[Hm. He wonders if Falco is from an older time period than his own, from the way he struggled with that word and seemed to have the idea to raise his own chickens.]
Interesting. Did you raise chickens back home?
[....Well, this is the first time as a Seal Knight he's been offered a drink. He makes a slight sound that's hard to make out what it is, before shaking his head]
No thanks. [Uh wait try that again, he gestures to the collar that blocks the lower half of his face] Hard to drink in this without spilling.
[ the drinks were a good enough try, but he wouldn’t push, especially when . . . jun had a point. it made him wonder if they ever drank, all masked fellows included. or ate. hm.
he waves it off with an “okay” gesture and starts, coming closer. ]
I’ve never raised anything, but I’m reading a book. [ a dummy’s guide, or something. it looked like it had the largest learning content. before falco can fall into an awkward gap of silence, he motions to his neck. ] Did you want to see it now or—?
[ it’s totally not weird it’s not like he’s up to something or anything 😳 ]
Um, yeah, [ he turns around and bends his head forward to expose it all; his hair is cut very short, so nothing’s in the way. there rested two purple S’s, back to back to give off the impression of a swirl, taking the end to the start of his nape. ] I was testing my powers out with someone and it worked, but a few minutes after . . . It started working on its own. I couldn’t stop it by myself. The mark showed up after that.
[ falco lifts his hand and punches two fingers close together, leaving only another finger’s worth of space. ]
[It's ok as long as it's nothing unholy, he don't give a shit what you do with your chickens.
He listens to that explanation as he walks over and looks at that mark. Sure enough, that was definitely a purple mark - and much bigger than a marble. It looked fancier than he was expected- like a seal rather than than just an infection splotch. How about that.
But it happened when he used his powers? Weird, he hasn't heard of anyone else having issue with their powers]
[....the fuck, Jun thinks to himself. He creates a 5 meter titan? Lord almighty, it's a good thing Admin told him about this before they had that possessed running around.
Thanks to Jun wearing a hood, he doesn't give any of the surprise he feels away.]
I see.
[Ah, that question]
None that I'm aware, the Admin only informed me of you. Said it was a special circumstance.
[ the good thing about falco is that he’s an open book— his features collapse all at once that’s as easy to read as pictures get as he turns himself back around, hand absently on his neck: sadness, shame, worry and guilt. he just doesn’t voice it at first, letting his eyes drift away from jun to the grass and build up on a silence that spoke louder. it’s the same response you’d expect from asking a kid if they’ve taken the cookies from the cookie jar. maybe. if the kid was especially sorry and thought they were going to hell for it. ]
There was . . . Something. A few days ago. [ he rubs his arms. ] I just didn’t tell anyone.
[Oh. Amazingly, this is actual an emotional response that Jun understands. The Orden was strict, and mistakes felt like they had drastic consequences. Except this wasn't a Seal Knight trainee.
So, he tries to keep his tone as gentle as the voice modulator allows]
[ he could. he should. no other time felt like the right time, but now that the opportunity was here, he wouldn’t throw it away. falco nods, slowly and concise, waits a moment or two to find and keep composure, before letting out a sigh that slumped his shoulders. he’s got this. start from the top. ]
I was exploring and saw blood trails on the street. It went into a building and I thought— I have first aid, I always carry it around with me when I’m out. Maybe someone needed help so I followed it to the roof.
[ a simple pause, just to make sure jun was following, then he continues. ]
Mister Connor . . . Died. His body was opened up and his chest was empty. [ it might sound worse than it was if jun didn’t know who connor was. but all the same, the loss was the bigger of the blows, next to imagery. ] There were two other people there, Mister Hank and another priest, [ but falco looks down, ] but I don’t know his name. Mister Hank was unconscious and really hurt, the priest was trying to help him too, but . . .
[ falco’s eyes are shinier as he keeps his gaze away. he tries to furrow his brows and matches up with the urge to cry with blinks, hard and quick blinks to keep them away and swallow the knot in his throat. ]
I couldn’t, [ he gestures to his ears, ] hear anything, for while. Not even my own breathing, it was silence. Everything started turning red, and it tasted like blood. That’s the last time I remember doing something on my own. It felt like I was . . . Falling out of reach? Like, um— [ how does he explain it-? ] Like I could see and understand everything that was happening, but I couldn’t do anything about it.
[ wiping the corner of his eyes, falco snorts; on top of such horrible things to come across with only an intention to help— it was turned on its head. it was scary. it was frightening because it felt like he was walking through a nightmare he wasn’t pulling the strings to. his hand rubs through his hair as he sucks in a breath to continue. ]
I’d just— blame them, for everything, and hurt them for it— I even bit the priest and wanted Mister Hank to die, and I . . .
[ his voice falls soft. ]
I’d never . . . Want any of that. [ there’s a harsher silence, thicker, but one that makes falco’s head pick up. ] Mister Hank could’ve died with all the blood he lost. He needed more help than me, then. I didn’t, [ no, ] couldn’t make things worse than I already did.
[He puts his hand on his hip as he listens to the story, taking in all the notes. Luckily he knew that Connor was a robot, so that part didn't faze him. And that priest...that must've Abel. Those must've been the circumstances he met Falco under.
...Was this why Abel suggested him for the job instead? Was he worried about the association Falco might have? Now that Jun thought about it, it had been unusual for Abel not to try to meddle his way into this. He was so nosy about everything else Jun did.
But that was something he'd put on the backburner. There were a few important things. First of all, probably should say something nice to the kid.]
...It wasn't your fault. You were being influenced. People have reacted worse to such a sight without having a mark.[It's why the Orden were trained to avoid such attachments. It could get...messy, if one were to have such a reaction. ] And I can even understand having an impulse to bite or hit Father Abel. I'm sure he does too.
[Jun no.
That definitely sounds like a possession like Admin described. It must've been due to Falco's gentle nature that it didn't get worse than biting Abel and death threats.
[ .......... he's taking that was a joke, and maybe his lips do sort of quirk? for a half a second. because he still never wants to hit or bite anyone else for that again. ]
. . . Yeah. [ he knows now, but that still doesn't change one thing falco feels. ] Is it alright if I don't say who, Father Orden?
[ it was personal to them, but not to the boy. he wants no more trouble— -60 was a difficult situation, but one falco still thought didn't deserve more trauma, even though he's been constantly inflicting it. he's a machine and would perhaps choose something else if he could, how could you know? just as connor did. holy man or not, he doesn't know where the information could fall and it could fall wrongly, as it had with the mandalorian (which he still doesn't know about). he'd rather protect his shooter, who was programmed to shoot, than dig his grave.
apologetically, but also a bit of entreat in his voice: ]
Jun is quiet for a moment. Was this kid really looking to protect a murderer? He's not sure why anyone would bother to do that, but then again...there were a lot of things he didn't understand. And frankly, as long as it wasn't some unholy monster, it wasn't his job to care. Father Abel, Hank and Connor would've saw whoever it was. So it was their problem]
Whatever, fine. If it was relevant to me, I'm sure Father Abel would've mentioned it.
[In other words, he won't pry. Was he curious? A little, but Seal Knight apathy wins out today]
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I'm well.
I was contacted by the Admin. Said you got a strange mark and thought a priest should check in. Is that true?
[...he's trying.]
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I do. Two purple swirls. It got bigger too, I think?
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Mind if I come take a look? I think I know a way to help.
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No, your cottage will be fine.
[If something goes wrong, he can handle it while protecting people.]
I'm going to teleport, so I should be there soon. [Warning so he doesn't startle him...] Okay?
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[ ....... he might never get used to teleporting, but he'll take the warning. as promised, falco is just outside sunderland cottage, trying to work on— well! something. there's wood, empty boxes and fencing he's trying to put together on his own, but for the time being only has enough tools and hands to make the structure's skeleton. it's as much as you'd expect from a twelve year old and not a carpenter, but he gets points for hard work and creativity. ]
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See you soon.
[He puts his phone away. A few minutes later, he teleports in- still wearing the same shroud as before. Look he's trying but he doesn't know how to reveal his face and reveal he's actually a kid in a trenchcoat.
He does look at the project Falco is working on. Being someone whose never built anything himself, he's curious]
What're you working on?
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—Father Orden! [ trying to pretend he was ready . . . casually brushing off jumpscares, like wiping his brow and setting the tool down. ] It’s supposed to be a coop . . . For chickens.
[ there’re no chickens anywhere. ]
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A chicken coop, huh? [he looks around, and...nope, hears and sees no chickens] Planning to wish for farm animals then?
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Just chickens. I was going to ask for some help on the [ as much as they’re easy words to say, he says them awkwardly together, as if it was still strange for him to use, ] smart phones, soon. I just need to get organized . . .
[ he gestures to the cottage’s tiny staircase leading to the front door. ]
Do you want a drink? We have juice and soda if you prefer it over water.
[ so far: same polite and seemingly harmless kid. he’s probably even too nice to be here, but aot says the same thing. ]
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Interesting. Did you raise chickens back home?
[....Well, this is the first time as a Seal Knight he's been offered a drink. He makes a slight sound that's hard to make out what it is, before shaking his head]
No thanks. [Uh wait try that again, he gestures to the collar that blocks the lower half of his face] Hard to drink in this without spilling.
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he waves it off with an “okay” gesture and starts, coming closer. ]
I’ve never raised anything, but I’m reading a book. [ a dummy’s guide, or something. it looked like it had the largest learning content. before falco can fall into an awkward gap of silence, he motions to his neck. ] Did you want to see it now or—?
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I see.[Wait so he's...learning how to raise chickens out of a book? That feels like such a weird hobby for a kid to do, but whatever.
It was finally time to focus on his job.]
If you would. Do you remember when it first appeared?
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Um, yeah, [ he turns around and bends his head forward to expose it all; his hair is cut very short, so nothing’s in the way. there rested two purple S’s, back to back to give off the impression of a swirl, taking the end to the start of his nape. ] I was testing my powers out with someone and it worked, but a few minutes after . . . It started working on its own. I couldn’t stop it by myself. The mark showed up after that.
[ falco lifts his hand and punches two fingers close together, leaving only another finger’s worth of space. ]
The size of a marble.
[ it probably grew three to four sizes. ]
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He listens to that explanation as he walks over and looks at that mark. Sure enough, that was definitely a purple mark - and much bigger than a marble. It looked fancier than he was expected- like a seal rather than than just an infection splotch. How about that.
But it happened when he used his powers? Weird, he hasn't heard of anyone else having issue with their powers]
What are the powers you were using?
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[ falco presses his lips into a purse, trying to word something complicated as simply as possible. it felt important. ]
That’s never happened to anyone else?
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Thanks to Jun wearing a hood, he doesn't give any of the surprise he feels away.]
I see.
[Ah, that question]
None that I'm aware, the Admin only informed me of you. Said it was a special circumstance.
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What is it?
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Not too sure, Admin was vague on the details.
Said that it can get worse with despair. Been feeling any lately?
[....Blunt jun]
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There was . . . Something. A few days ago. [ he rubs his arms. ] I just didn’t tell anyone.
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So, he tries to keep his tone as gentle as the voice modulator allows]
What happened? Can you tell me?
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I was exploring and saw blood trails on the street. It went into a building and I thought— I have first aid, I always carry it around with me when I’m out. Maybe someone needed help so I followed it to the roof.
[ a simple pause, just to make sure jun was following, then he continues. ]
Mister Connor . . . Died. His body was opened up and his chest was empty. [ it might sound worse than it was if jun didn’t know who connor was. but all the same, the loss was the bigger of the blows, next to imagery. ] There were two other people there, Mister Hank and another priest, [ but falco looks down, ] but I don’t know his name. Mister Hank was unconscious and really hurt, the priest was trying to help him too, but . . .
[ falco’s eyes are shinier as he keeps his gaze away. he tries to furrow his brows and matches up with the urge to cry with blinks, hard and quick blinks to keep them away and swallow the knot in his throat. ]
I couldn’t, [ he gestures to his ears, ] hear anything, for while. Not even my own breathing, it was silence. Everything started turning red, and it tasted like blood. That’s the last time I remember doing something on my own. It felt like I was . . . Falling out of reach? Like, um— [ how does he explain it-? ] Like I could see and understand everything that was happening, but I couldn’t do anything about it.
[ wiping the corner of his eyes, falco snorts; on top of such horrible things to come across with only an intention to help— it was turned on its head. it was scary. it was frightening because it felt like he was walking through a nightmare he wasn’t pulling the strings to. his hand rubs through his hair as he sucks in a breath to continue. ]
I’d just— blame them, for everything, and hurt them for it— I even bit the priest and wanted Mister Hank to die, and I . . .
[ his voice falls soft. ]
I’d never . . . Want any of that. [ there’s a harsher silence, thicker, but one that makes falco’s head pick up. ] Mister Hank could’ve died with all the blood he lost. He needed more help than me, then. I didn’t, [ no, ] couldn’t make things worse than I already did.
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...Was this why Abel suggested him for the job instead? Was he worried about the association Falco might have? Now that Jun thought about it, it had been unusual for Abel not to try to meddle his way into this. He was so nosy about everything else Jun did.
But that was something he'd put on the backburner. There were a few important things. First of all, probably should say something nice to the kid.]
...It wasn't your fault. You were being influenced. People have reacted worse to such a sight without having a mark.[It's why the Orden were trained to avoid such attachments. It could get...messy, if one were to have such a reaction. ] And I can even understand having an impulse to bite or hit Father Abel. I'm sure he does too.
[Jun no.
That definitely sounds like a possession like Admin described. It must've been due to Falco's gentle nature that it didn't get worse than biting Abel and death threats.
Still there was one troubling detail.]
Do you know what harmed Mr. Connor and Mr. Hank?
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. . . Yeah. [ he knows now, but that still doesn't change one thing falco feels. ] Is it alright if I don't say who, Father Orden?
[ it was personal to them, but not to the boy. he wants no more trouble— -60 was a difficult situation, but one falco still thought didn't deserve more trauma, even though he's been constantly inflicting it. he's a machine and would perhaps choose something else if he could, how could you know? just as connor did. holy man or not, he doesn't know where the information could fall and it could fall wrongly, as it had with the mandalorian (which he still doesn't know about). he'd rather protect his shooter, who was programmed to shoot, than dig his grave.
apologetically, but also a bit of entreat in his voice: ]
Please?
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Jun is quiet for a moment. Was this kid really looking to protect a murderer? He's not sure why anyone would bother to do that, but then again...there were a lot of things he didn't understand. And frankly, as long as it wasn't some unholy monster, it wasn't his job to care. Father Abel, Hank and Connor would've saw whoever it was. So it was their problem]
Whatever, fine. If it was relevant to me, I'm sure Father Abel would've mentioned it.
[In other words, he won't pry. Was he curious? A little, but Seal Knight apathy wins out today]
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