Disclaimer: You know the deal by now. I don't own any characters from Vagrant Story or Escaflowne.
A/N Okay, I really want to apologize to the 3 people reading my story for the lack of new chapters (especially Kay Noel XD ). College is a pain in the butt especially physics.
Maintenance Chapter 4
"STEALTH MODE... Awwwwwwsome," Phillip exclaimed reverently. The fly had not seen this much excitement in his whole adolescent life (all twelve days of it). "I wonder who that is, they must be important with a ride like that."
The black clad figure walked towards the building with a stately stride. As the figure got closer to the building Phillip saw that it was a man that looked to be over six-feet tall. Phillip was unable to see the man's outfit because he was clothed in a black cape that has a large wide deep purple collar, which the man wore upturned. The cloak looked to be made out of fine material.
"What is that, velvet?" Phillip wondered.
The collar of the cape framed a pale face that was topped by spiky hair that was a shocking aquamarine shade. When the man reached the door Phillip was able to see his features quite clearly.
"Maybe I wasn't too far off the mark with Castlevania," Phillip stated with apprehension.
The man was very pale and had a rather prominent tattoo on his right cheek; it was a purple tear. He also had purple swept on the outer corners of his russet hued eyes. His ears were adorned with medium sized gold hoops. The man was what many women would call handsome, with an aristocratic but stern face.
"Heh heh heh, I'm a dumbass! If this dude was a vampire he would have erupted into flames." Phillip felt very foolish right about now. How could he forget about something that basic? Daylight + Vampire = KFC.
Yet Phillip wasn't totally relieved. When Phillip saw the tear tattoo it brought back a mental image. He recalled seeing a character in a movie called Alien 3 with several tear tattoos. "Boy that was a crappy movie. Whoa...if I'm remembering correctly doesn't a tear tattoo mean you killed somebody?" Phillip thought worriedly. "Maybe he's gonna kill Tommy!" For some odd reason Phillip was no longer alarmed by the man's presence.
The cloaked man approached the receptionist desk and waited for Tommy to acknowledge his presence. It wasn't working out too well as Tommy's attention was glued to the monitor and the card images found there.
"Ahem!" The blue haired man cleared his throat quite loudly.
Tommy slowly turned around in his padded chair to give who he thought was Sydney the 'what for' for interrupting him . He had a great strategy devised that would enable him to get the seven of hearts right where he needed it. "What do you want now?" he asked annoyed mid-turn.
"Excuse me?" The tall, cloaked man asked in a pleasant baritone.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I thought you were someone else," Tommy apologized insincerely. "Who the hell does this guy think he is," Tommy thought, "Count Dracula?"
"How may I help you sir?" Tommy asked with all the servility of a dictator.
"My hand needs repairing," the man stated simply.
"Is that right?" Tommy said almost mockingly with widened eyes. "Do you have an appointment?" That malignant gleam returned to Tommy's eyes.
"No, I do not."
"Well I need you to fill out a form sir. Everyone receiving emergency or walk-in treatment has to fill it out," Tommy explained enthusiastically.
"Very well." The spiky-haired man sighed.
Tommy then handed him a veritable booklet while wearing a big ol' grin on his oily face.
"Thank you... Thomas," the elegant man said smoothly and gravely.
"Tommy," the balding receptionist corrected.
To this the blue-haired man raised an equally blue eyebrow. He turned away from the rude worker and strode towards the seating area. He placed the clipboard onto one of the seats then unbuttoned his cape and hung it on the wood coat rack. Now that the cloak was off one could see that it was hiding an equally splendid ensemble. The dark robes he wore had a regal yet military design. The right side of the top was sleeveless to accommodate for his prosthetic arm, which had a significantly larger shoulder plate than his flesh and blood counterpart. The hand that completed the limb was clawed and bent. Also with the cloak off you could see the man's hairstyle in it's entirety. While it was spiky at the crown, his hair flowed slightly past his shoulder in the back.
As usual, Phillip is taking in all that is occurring around him. "Boy, this guy is a character. Understated but still a character and look at that mullet," he mused. "Thank you... Thomas," he repeated, trying to obtain the regal timbre of the blue-haired man. He failed miserably, mainly because he fell victim to a fit a giggles. Laughter and graveness do not go hand-in-hand.
The man finally sat down, leaving a chair between Sydney and his self. He gives Sydney a respectful nod, which the blonde man returns in kind. Using his left hand the man picked up the clipboard from the otherwise vacant seat and placed it on his lap. He started inspecting the humongous form and sighed again.
Sydney looked over with sympathy in his eyes. He noticed that the man sitting next to him has a form that was several times as thick as his. "Hey it might not be as bad as all that. You might find some loop holes and be done sooner than you think," he said in a conspiratory whisper with a wink at the end.
"One can hope," the spiky haired man finished with a chuckle.
"If you have insurance it'll be a walk in the park." The blonde laughed merrily.
"By the way I'm Sydney. Sydney Losstarot."
"Folken Fanel, pleased to make your acquaintance."
The two men then shake hands. Unfortunately due to Folken's hand being damaged, they had to shake using their sinister hand.
A/N: When I look back over this chapter I'm seeing a lot of inadvertent puns. I left them in there so maybe I'm just corny. Okay yeah, I'm corny. GET OVER IT!! Next chapter we'll find out how Folken damages his hand. If I was the betting sort of girl I would wager $1 that Dilandau is involved. XD