Zalthar Goes to Church II: Electric Boogaloo - RPLOG
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15/2/482
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The last time Zalthar had entered the church, the poor cat was nervous, having had no idea what to expect. Today, however, she lets herself in through the front doors. Still quiet, and subtle as she can be, but her tails are relaxed, and her ears are up and attentive as she wanders the perimeter looking for that familar rhino. Slung over her shoulder, in addition to her usual small pack, is a sack tied shut with a leather cord, weighed down by something probably about the size of a bread box.
Through the legs, she can't exactly see much, and intuition told her that climbing up on stuff to look was going to be frowned upon, she looks for one of the more relaxed, easy-going of the clerics, priests, and clergy, and once she has their attention, asks "Where can I find the Rhino Priest? I can't remember his name, but I would like to speak to him if he's available."
There's a few priests currently about, with a kestrel-girl tending the plants, and another pair of priests conversing amongst themselves. The rhino, so far, is nowhere to be found, and it takes a little moment for Zalthar to find someone to talk to. "Oh? You're looking for Brother Alistair, Sister?" comes a little chirp from the young-looking kestrel, a small smile on her face. "I think he's in the sanctum right now, tending to some of the Machine Spirits... I could go look, if you'd like?"
Zalthar nods twice "That would be appreciated. Please tell him that I'm Zalthar." She does her best at a cheerful smile, but it comes out a bit awakward and crooked. Self concious, she immediately looks for somewhere non-holy to sit down on and pulls out a small book from her own bag, flipping to a page with various diagrams on it.
The Kestrel nods for a moment, clicking her beak, before nudging one of the other priests to take over for her for a moment. Zalthar should find a decent pew relatively easily, either way, and, for the most part, be left alone by the other priests, unless she's actively calling out for them.
All in all, the kestrel doesn't take too long to show up, with 'brother Alistair' in tow, smiling faintly at Zalthar.
Zalthar heard his approach, and by the time that Alistair was there, she was already standing, book away. "Thank you Ma'am." She gives a soft bow of her head before looking up at him. Ideas seem to float through her head, before she roughly takes the secondary bag off of her shoulder, and hands it to the priest. "The tech I promised to retrieve. The two others would not give me details on the other locations, but they wanted me to say that they will get them back." She holds the sack at arms length, almost too eager to be rid of the thing.
Alistair nods and offers a small smile. "The other two... Lyas and Aleera, I believe? They already delivered some things back to the church," the rhino offers, before once again gesturing to the office upstairs. "We can take a look, if you'd like. Though, I understand if you'd prefer to be on your way again sooner, rather than later. 'Tis quite early in the day after all, sister Zalthar."
Zalthar shrugs "I do my best work at night and in the twilight, I can spend some time to look and talk." She looks towards the stairs, and then back to the priest. With an affirmative nod, she starts making her way over towards the stairs, though staying as close as she comfortably can to the rhino as she does so. It's clear that her mood is shifting faster than a chameleon in a flower shop, as only the tip of her tails are flicking now, sharply, and only over short distances.
"Did you have any questions, then, Sister Zalthar?" the rhino offers, as he once again makes his way over to the small office with its cirlcular, stained glass window, guiding the cat along.
"This should be the last item, then, assuming Brother Lyas and Sister Aleera are to be believed," he offers with that same, slight smile of his, carefully observing the item from all sides.
Zalthar scratches her head a little "Well, I supposed I'd like to know what it was that I brought back, if anything." She casts a somewhat dark look at the bag, thankful that she wasn't holding it anymore. "I'm not going to lie, I did have fun getting it back, in a way."
"This would be a divine air-cleaner. Assuming the spirit inside remains healthy and willing to work, it is able to clear poisonous vapours or other unseen dangers from the air," the rhino offers. "We will need to take it to the sanctum to verify whether or not the spirit yet lives... They do not generally appreciate water, or abandonment, unfortunately."
Zalthar nods slowly, and squints in thought, biting her lip, before nodding again "Makes enough sense to me. I suppose that the only other question i have is... are there any other artifacts missing? Places where the Church can't reach, but I might be able to?" She asks, entirely ernestly, pulling out her little black book and a pencil.
"Missing... Is perhaps not the right word. The artifacts kept in the sanctum are generally secure. However, there are always artifacts to be found within creator ruins... Though the church does not recommend going into creator ruins on your own... I assume you can figure out why,"
"Of course, the church would be more than happy if you were to keep an eye out."
Zalthar nods "And from what I've seen, such artifacts are usually guarded by other creator tech, both passive and otherwise. Without the training or cooperation of a Tech Priest, or someone similar, I'd stand little chance of making it very far anyway." She smiles and nods "I will definately keep my ears open. Is there anything else you need? Else I figure I should go rest for tonight."
"Night, sister Zalthar?" the rhino offers, though he shakes his head lightly. "I've nothing else to discuss, unless you have other questions about the church or the Creators. If you require rest, then you should not linger too long."
Zalthar nods "The night is far more comfortable for me. It's quiet, and less distracting than the daytime. Easier to focus and study, and hunt." She smiles and offers a small bow of her head. "Be well." And with that she lets herself out through the door, a soft purr in her wake.
"Go with the grace of the creators, Sister Zalthar."
