The rain had begun in earnest.
5 slipped back inside the window of the chapel tower just before getting drenched at the sudden torrent that now assailed the city and its chapel, his home. He retracted the needle from the ledge of the window, frustrated that he'd have to replace it as it was weaker in such a wet state. That would be okay, though, 2 always kept such implements handy. He had even procured an odd instrument that blew hot air out of it, air hot enough to dry wet matter. His exclamation of 'Eureka!' earlier this very night suggested that he may have discovered how to make it portable as a weapon of some sort.
He attached his second hook-needle and fired at a wooden crossbeam of the tower a story below him. *SCHICK* Testing the line with his weight to ensure security, he leaped down in an arc and swung neatly into a door below him, landing softly and quietly, as if he'd done the same action thousands of times. He was the only member of their group able to reach the top of the tower, currently, a subtlety of being him that he relished tremendously. He reeled in the needle he'd just fired, checked the line for punctures (there were none), and fixed it again on a hook in his aluminum-can, right shoulder plate.
5 walked down the hall he had landed in, looking about in a very nonchalant and usual manner. He could hear heavy breathing at his right, but was not alarmed by its presence. 6 had the innocuous habit of stalking after anything that moved about the chapel's halls at this hour. Whether or not he rested his eyes and mind were unknown to 5, because no one had ever actually found 6 doing so. Further down the hall, distracting him from 6's strange, yet familiar, behavior, was a lighted room in this rafter area of the chapel.
"You trying to kill yourself again, 5?!" came a commanding voice from inside the room.
5 sighed, knowing well that he'd have to explain his actions tonight on the roof, what 1 considered suicide, for the thousandth time. Of course, he always tried to convince 2 to go out in the streets alone and unarmed, so one can only imagine what he intends to have happen to --
"JUSTIFY YOURSELF, BOY!" 5 had just reached the threshold to what 1's 'throne' when this call was made.
"Calm down, 1, I was just ensuring that the perimeter was clear of any threats, surely you can respect the need to be safe..."
This answer, despite having been given time and again, always seemed to appease 1. However commanding he was over the group of them, he was always paranoid that the chapel wasn't safe or was prone to being attacked by the beasts. This sort of reassurance made the likelihood of either reprimand or an exile practically nonexistent.
"Yes... There is that. Good work, then. Have you seen that big oaf around? I've been calling for him for hours!"
The oaf in this case was 8, a heavily armored burlap behemoth who had never been given a mouth with which to communicate. No one questioned his strength, though, he truly was the brute force behind the lot of them.
"No, 1, shall I go look for him?" 5 didn't exactly want to look for him, but he was hard to miss and an excuse to wander the halls sounded great at the moment.
"Yes, yes, you do that. Bring him here at once!" 1 bellowed this last thought out as though a direct order.
5 sighed again and turned his back to 1. 1 rested back down in his chair, cradling his chin in one hand and holding his lightning rod staff in the other. 2 had taken 1's old staff and turned it into what it was now, something that could shoot bolts of lightning when a button on the side was pressed. Quite an impressive work of craftiness, but benign tinker 2 had never recognized prior to the upgrade how 1 would use it later against its maker...
5 stepped from the chamber and turned immediately to his left and down a flight of stairs seemingly designed for one of his size. 8 would likely be guarding the front door and be utterly incapable of hearing 1 from his 'throne.' All the while down the stairs, 5 could only think about what she was up to at that very moment...
"I'll come to Florida one day and make you look like a damn princess." ~Hep