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| − | <div></div><br> <br>A fine Wednesday, as September rolls towards an end, a special Noon Mass has been announced, where the startling message from the Creators will be the topic of discussion for the day, to be deliberated on by the community after proper analysis of those versed in the Creators' tongue. People have filed in, filling the place a bit more than usual, eager to be the first, though others are happy to have their turn in the coming days.<br> <br>Ryusho would arrive, currious though, he already knew a bit, from what little he had been able to read on the day that the message was found, and was partly here, and wondering if they would tell indeed what the message had said, or if they were going to change it in some way...as he still remembers what the first bit was...and the 'date' that was upon it...<br> <br>Moroko files in along with the others to the chapel. He has a book out clearly preparing to take notes. He does pause a finger flicking some dust off his robe. He smiles lightly as he looks around the crowd curiously for familiar faces.<br> <br>Arriving behind Moroko is Orso. The rather large bear stops behind the lupine mage, resting a hand on his shoulder as he glances around the area with some interest. Looking down at him he says, "So this is it? I wonder what they'll end up saying."<br> <br>Rogna strolls into the noon mass, eager to hear the news of what they have deciphered. He wears his priest soul gem, coupled with the soul gem of a Dark Knight, although it is masked well enough. The priest soul gem itself is not so much a show of respect, but a source of insight into the matters they will present. He takes a seat and waits for the proceedings to begin.<br> <br>Peril was unusually quiet arriving at the church, coming on her own without the usual towering escort. Taking advantage of her shorter stature she moved to the front of the gathering, taking up the most likely position to ensure she got a good view of the proceedings not that it mattered much given the message was all that was important to her. As she waited for things to really get underwear the little feline yawned and stretched, her attention drifting about the others gathered there, looking for any familiar faces.<br> <br>Zevran enters the chapel along with the crowd, carefully moving his considerable bulk to find a spot near the front of the crowd. He glances around, attempting to spot anyone he might recognize. <br> <br>Walden the Armadillo looks absolutely thrilled to be here. He looks like he's stepped away from his work just to come here; he's certainly dressed for some craft work. At least his apron and clothes are clean! "Oh, I can't believe this. This is going to be so amazing!" the jovial fellow exclaims gleefully.<br> <br>Sveta skulks into the chapel, the goshawk looking a little cleaner and less soot-speckled than usual. Sure, she hadn't been around for when the message was received, but it's hard not to catch wind of such things in Firmament and she's turned up, if only to find out the ending to this particular story. The crowd doesn't seem to bother her too much, her looking quite distracted as she wanders off to find a good spot to hear and watch.<br> <br>The priest attending the Noonday Mass is older and higher in rank than usual. She has a kindly smile, and waits patiently as the loud bell tolls softly across the city, summoning all faithful to come to the mass, or stand in respectful silence.<br> <br>Zero, being what he is, waits until most of the crowd has formed before slipping in. Strolling over towards the shadows, Zero attempts to avoid others as much as possible. Reaching his destination, he relaxes agains a wall, looking around the area with interest.<br> <br>Felix manages to scoot in at the last few moments before the bell tolls, unarmed and unarmored the Deer probably wouldn't stick out too much. As such, he stays nearer the back, listening quietly as to what this important message might be.<br> <br>Peril eyes the priest suspiciously while folding her arms behind hr back, the little cat tail swaying slowly back and forth as she waited in silent anticipation of what was to come.<br> <br>A sudden stir. A well dressed man with armed entourage bursts through the door, mid complaint, "...think they can withold this from us!" he says in a righteous tone of voice, full of indignation. Looks foreign, wearing an Adaptable Folk clan seal at his belt, the wolf like man imposes on the proceedings, "You will not be keeping this discovery to yourselves. It belongs to ALL of the Creator's children."<br> <br>Walden fidgets in anticipation, glancing around at the priest and the surrounding | + | <div></div><br> <br>A fine Wednesday, as September rolls towards an end, a special Noon Mass has been announced, where the startling message from the Creators will be the topic of discussion for the day, to be deliberated on by the community after proper analysis of those versed in the Creators' tongue. People have filed in, filling the place a bit more than usual, eager to be the first, though others are happy to have their turn in the coming days.<br> <br>Ryusho would arrive, currious though, he already knew a bit, from what little he had been able to read on the day that the message was found, and was partly here, and wondering if they would tell indeed what the message had said, or if they were going to change it in some way...as he still remembers what the first bit was...and the 'date' that was upon it...<br> <br>Moroko files in along with the others to the chapel. He has a book out clearly preparing to take notes. He does pause a finger flicking some dust off his robe. He smiles lightly as he looks around the crowd curiously for familiar faces.<br> <br>Arriving behind Moroko is Orso. The rather large bear stops behind the lupine mage, resting a hand on his shoulder as he glances around the area with some interest. Looking down at him he says, "So this is it? I wonder what they'll end up saying."<br> <br>Rogna strolls into the noon mass, eager to hear the news of what they have deciphered. He wears his priest soul gem, coupled with the soul gem of a Dark Knight, although it is masked well enough. The priest soul gem itself is not so much a show of respect, but a source of insight into the matters they will present. He takes a seat and waits for the proceedings to begin.<br> <br>Peril was unusually quiet arriving at the church, coming on her own without the usual towering escort. Taking advantage of her shorter stature she moved to the front of the gathering, taking up the most likely position to ensure she got a good view of the proceedings not that it mattered much given the message was all that was important to her. As she waited for things to really get underwear the little feline yawned and stretched, her attention drifting about the others gathered there, looking for any familiar faces.<br> <br>Zevran enters the chapel along with the crowd, carefully moving his considerable bulk to find a spot near the front of the crowd. He glances around, attempting to spot anyone he might recognize. <br> <br>Walden the Armadillo looks absolutely thrilled to be here. He looks like he's stepped away from his work just to come here; he's certainly dressed for some craft work. At least his apron and clothes are clean! "Oh, I can't believe this. This is going to be so amazing!" the jovial fellow exclaims gleefully.<br> <br>Sveta skulks into the chapel, the goshawk looking a little cleaner and less soot-speckled than usual. Sure, she hadn't been around for when the message was received, but it's hard not to catch wind of such things in Firmament and she's turned up, if only to find out the ending to this particular story. The crowd doesn't seem to bother her too much, her looking quite distracted as she wanders off to find a good spot to hear and watch.<br> <br>The priest attending the Noonday Mass is older and higher in rank than usual. She has a kindly smile, and waits patiently as the loud bell tolls softly across the city, summoning all faithful to come to the mass, or stand in respectful silence.<br> <br>Zero, being what he is, waits until most of the crowd has formed before slipping in. Strolling over towards the shadows, Zero attempts to avoid others as much as possible. Reaching his destination, he relaxes agains a wall, looking around the area with interest.<br> <br>Felix manages to scoot in at the last few moments before the bell tolls, unarmed and unarmored the Deer probably wouldn't stick out too much. As such, he stays nearer the back, listening quietly as to what this important message might be.<br> <br>Peril eyes the priest suspiciously while folding her arms behind hr back, the little cat tail swaying slowly back and forth as she waited in silent anticipation of what was to come.<br> <br>A sudden stir. A well dressed man with armed entourage bursts through the door, mid complaint, "...think they can withold this from us!" he says in a righteous tone of voice, full of indignation. Looks foreign, wearing an Adaptable Folk clan seal at his belt, the wolf like man imposes on the proceedings, "You will not be keeping this discovery to yourselves. It belongs to ALL of the Creator's children."<br> <br>Walden fidgets in anticipation, glancing around at the priest and the surrounding congregation. Spotting Felix, he shuffles over to stand near his friend with a smile. He nods to him, but he stays respectfully quiet. And then the sudden outburst makes him shudder and nervously grab his arm.<br> <br>Rogna looks back to the distruption and shakes his head at them, feeling entitled is one thing but barging in on mass complaining is another. He eyes them a momenet longer before turning back to the priest.<br> <br>Sveta blinks, her talons instinctively reaching for where her crossbow should have been, then remembers she'd left it behind in the workshop. Turning up to noon mass with a weapon isn't the smartest thing to do, although it's exactly what this newcomer has done. Still, she doesn't remember anyone screening the faithful and only allowing the selected into the chapel...<br> <br>It's at this moment that Felix regrets, at least partially having not brought his equipment with him, although Walden's sudden presence is somewhat reassuring. With the amount of others here they surely wouldn't try anything, at least he hopes! He just stands there and waits to hear what is said, or done.<br> <br>Zero cast a glare towards the other wolf, giving him a silent snarl<br> <br>Peril sighs softly, wondering what it was that was going to be revealed by this interruption and rather hoping it was not going to prove to be someone objecting to secrets being kept when those same secrets were actually about to be given out in a public announcement to all that cared to attend. Moving into the most open space she could find, away from those around her, the little cat hoped nothing troublesome broke out when she had placed so many people between herself and the nearest exit.<br> <br>Moroko raises a hand waving his fingers lightly at Ryusho and Sveta and then focusing at the front and the odd disruption at the front. Instead of actually looking concerned he begins writing down and taking notes chronicling the disruption. He does pause to look at the other wolves curiously but they aren't as interesting for the moment.<br> <br>Rogna smiles and nods at the priests words, and prepares to analyze her words and actions to see what they have decided to tell the masses.<br> <br>Zero gives a small nod of readyness towards the priest, unsure if she can see him from his current posisition.<br> <br>Sveta returns the wave to Moroko, then focuses on the priestess. Not a bad move on the Church's part...no matter how the message turns out, they couldn't have picked a better being for the job, really.<br> <br>Peril glanced back toward the disruptive intruders, the little cat not having any look seeing what as going on given the mixed nature of the crowd and her short height not letting her see much past the first set of legs in front of her. Sigh a soft sigh, she too turned her attention back to the priest, content to assume the intrusive element had barged their way in was unlikely to cause trouble in any meaningful way.<br> <br>The disgruntled male settles down, standing, for there are no seats remaining, with his entourage sorrounding as if expecting attack. Still, the murmur does quiet, and the priest nods to all gathered, "This is a very unusual Noonday. I hope you have not all come just for this one thing. We are always happy to help everyone work through their day to day," she assures, "But I will not deceive myself, or keep you waiting longer." She reaches into her robe and draws out a fresh parchment, rolled with church seal holding it shut, "It is traditional that we speak a word from the First Text, but I am no fool, and I know what you are waiting for. The words of the Creators will serve as substitute, just this once."<br> <br>Walden lets out a disappointed sigh at that loud wolf, shaking his head a little. He looks immensely pleased when it seems the priest is proceeding; he clasps his hands together and focuses with rapt attention, eyes wide open.<br> <br>Rogna looks curiously at the priest, having chosen to break tradition in favor of this message. What could have brought this about? He listens for the message and watches her for any readable gestures.<br> <br>In the shadows, Zero arches an eyebrow, curious as to what the 'First Text' are.<br> <br>Zevran prepares to listen to the priest's message, giving the priest his full attention.<br> <br>Ryusho shifts his position, very slightly adjusting his stance, Indeed..the words of the creators as a substitute...hopefully they will say the message that they had waited so long on reveraling, compared to how they...rather blatantly hid it when it was found out of this message...<br> <br>Moroko glances towards Orso belatedly offering to the bear quietly, "Should be quite interesting." He gets his quill ready for the words.<br> <br>Peril was surprisingly nervous about the coming revelation, wondering just what the supposedly great creators had to say in this previously unknown text<br> <br>Sveta folds her wings against herself and settles in. This ought to be good - it'd be quite a bit of a letdown if, say, the Creators wanted something horribly mundane...but that probably wouldn't happen, would it?<br> <br>Felix merely waits with Walden, much more interested about what the message might be than a few roudy folks that have come through the door. He moves his attention back to the priest fully though.<br> <br>With a flick of a claw, she breaks the seal, and unfurls the paper, "As analyzed by the priests of this church, it has been determined, as closely as possible, that the message received is as follows," begins the priest, "Planet P12 Beta, Promise, we are sending, or transmitting," she pauses here, "Their words are very nuanced, we provide different translations when uncertain," she explains, nodding her head, "The requirement of the next stepping stone of the great project. Please prepare for landing with the traditional methods of receiving." She cants her head, "The article is dated twenty five years ago. It mentions a date, when translated from Sol to Promise time is approximately twenty five years ago." The reaction is near instant at her words. Whatever date was set, was clearly missed. Twenty five years the message has waited to be received, and only now has it. Furor, panic, loud and harsh whispers lost to sudden blurted shouted queries.<br> <br>Ryusho shifts slightly, ".What is it we are supposed to do? We missed it, and..by a good bit...I mean..it said something about..something arriving at whatever date...I admit I caught that...but ..What are we supposed to do about it?"<br> <br>Rogna doesn't seem surprised, but is more eager to hear what comes next, sitting patiently and listening to the reaction around him. This will not sit well, but at least they have told them the truth.<br> <br>Peril was somewhat relieved but also rather disappointed at the nature of the message and the implications. Parting her arms and raising a hand to her chin the small feline stroked back along her whiskers, rubbing her snout thoughtfully.<br> <br>Zevran blinks as he hears the message. Surely he must have misheard? But then again, what could they do about it now? He is unsure how to react to the information, so he stays silent and looks towards the priest.<br> <br>Moroko emits a sharp, "Intriguing." He says more to himself than anyone else as he jots down notes and then surveys the crowd noting down reactions.<br> <br>Orso frowns as he tilts his head to the side, considering the words. Finally he says, "I suppose we've been managing before now. We'll keep on doing so whatever we might have missed." He reaches out a large hand and absently ruffles Moroko's hair. <br> <br>Zero's snout contorts into a frown, the message completely puzzling him.<br> <br>Walden looks concerned. He squeezes onto Felix's arm tightly. "Twenty five years ago..." he mumbles amidst the chaos. "Is it just coincidence? It has to be."<br> <br>The priest waits patiently even as the shouts grow louder. She makes soft placating motions at first, then is forced to shout herself, "Peace, settle. We will discuss this, as civilized people. No more shouting, to each a turn," she insists to the panicked crowd. |
| − | The crowd is not willing to settle. One fellow leaps to his feet, "Raquestia!" he shouts, "We lost the moon because we weren't ready! The shadows are a curse of the Creators for ignoring their words! We are forsaken!" The panic redoubles.<br> <br>"Coincidence? I'm sure whatever it is, is, I wonder if there's more to it, though." Felix responds to Walden, eyes narrowing slightly in concern as the crowd starts to become paniced.<br> <br>Peril perks her ears, glancing back over her shoulder, again without much hope of seeing who it was that was so easily motivated to panic. With a soft sigh she let her hands drift back to her sides, the small feline standing rather stiffly with tail raised and her attention mostly on the gathered crowd.<br> <br>Ryusho stansd there for several moments, before he steps forward, "..please..excuse me preistess.." He says bowing his head, before he turns, "EVERYONE PLEASE BE QUIET FOR A MOMENT, THERE IS MORE TO TALK ABOUT." he says loudly, using his size and his voice to catch attention, "Please, Everyone Calm Down,As far as we know, we have not had a problem, and it is just a coincidence, Now please...Everyone relax, and let her continue speaking." he says, though he keeps his tone 'gentle' hsi voice is loud, and firm, to get attention and hold it for the gentle preistess, since she was not getting noticed....it was just him trying to help....<br> <br>Rogna shakes his head again at the shouting and yelling, this is not the time for that. He looks to the priest to continue speaking.<br> <br>Sveta winces a little at the noise. It's more than a little disturbing, and worse, aggravating in the process. And yet...there needs to be more. There has to be more to this.<br> <br>Zevran remains calm as others in the crowd begin to panic. They made it for five years without knowing anything about the message, so he did not believe that panicking now would make any difference. He blinks at Ryusho's loud voice before giving his attention back to the priestess.<br> <br>Zero cast yet another look at the instigating wolf, a look in his eyes saying for the man to allow the priestess to speak. Hearing Ryushow bellow, Zero's ear fold back, his expression turning to one of pain.<br> <br>Walden swallows hard. | + | The crowd is not willing to settle. One fellow leaps to his feet, "Raquestia!" he shouts, "We lost the moon because we weren't ready! The shadows are a curse of the Creators for ignoring their words! We are forsaken!" The panic redoubles.<br> <br>"Coincidence? I'm sure whatever it is, is, I wonder if there's more to it, though." Felix responds to Walden, eyes narrowing slightly in concern as the crowd starts to become paniced.<br> <br>Peril perks her ears, glancing back over her shoulder, again without much hope of seeing who it was that was so easily motivated to panic. With a soft sigh she let her hands drift back to her sides, the small feline standing rather stiffly with tail raised and her attention mostly on the gathered crowd.<br> <br>Ryusho stansd there for several moments, before he steps forward, "..please..excuse me preistess.." He says bowing his head, before he turns, "EVERYONE PLEASE BE QUIET FOR A MOMENT, THERE IS MORE TO TALK ABOUT." he says loudly, using his size and his voice to catch attention, "Please, Everyone Calm Down,As far as we know, we have not had a problem, and it is just a coincidence, Now please...Everyone relax, and let her continue speaking." he says, though he keeps his tone 'gentle' hsi voice is loud, and firm, to get attention and hold it for the gentle preistess, since she was not getting noticed....it was just him trying to help....<br> <br>Rogna shakes his head again at the shouting and yelling, this is not the time for that. He looks to the priest to continue speaking.<br> <br>Sveta winces a little at the noise. It's more than a little disturbing, and worse, aggravating in the process. And yet...there needs to be more. There has to be more to this.<br> <br>Zevran remains calm as others in the crowd begin to panic. They made it for twenty five years without knowing anything about the message, so he did not believe that panicking now would make any difference. He blinks at Ryusho's loud voice before giving his attention back to the priestess.<br> <br>Zero cast yet another look at the instigating wolf, a look in his eyes saying for the man to allow the priestess to speak. Hearing Ryushow bellow, Zero's ear fold back, his expression turning to one of pain.<br> <br>Walden swallows hard. The crowd knows the implications of the first part of the proclamation are staggering, and he knows it too. He remains anxiously quiet now, taking the pleas of the priest and Ryusho seriously.<br> <br>The pedestal that the priestess stood behind suddenly sprouts a very large sword, making her yelp in surprise and fall backwards to the ground. From the second floor, the king emerges. "Silence!" he bellows, slapping the railing with great meaty hands, "Shameful. My people shame me with this display. Silence and be seated or the next lady or gentleman to speeak out of turn will have the honor of my personal justice." The sword is recognizable, the royal blade, used by the first Good Queen to tame the city.<br> <br>Ryusho of course...would..topple to one side with a decent 'yelp' of supprise and stare at that sword then look up and mrphs, bowing his head in respect as he tried to get hismelf together, he was caught off guard from the sudden sword so it did kinda supprise the **** out of him, but otherwise he was alright...just..very startled..<br> <br>Moroko continues to take notse as he catches bits of the conversations and concerns. And then there's the king. He lets out a soft, 'oooh' and Moroko lifts his book up his quill rising as he begins sketching the scene as the royal makes his presence known.<br> <br>Rogna smiles at the King's appearance, watching him calm the crowd with a forceful display. He remains calm and seated, eager to analyze the priests words once more.<br> <br>Peril cringes at the bellowing voice from above, her attention quickly focusing upon the massive hippo. Ears pinning back and eyes narrowing the little cat snorts softly arms once again folding though now across her belly while her gaze moves back to the startled priest.<br> <br>Zevran tilts his head as he sees the sword appear out of the pedestal, and looks upward as he hears the bellowing voice of the Good King. He remains silent and doesn't move as his gaze drifts pack to the priest.<br> <br>Zero sees the king appear,<br> <br>She shakes her head, "Be at ease, child of the Creators, your thoughts are keen and accurate, as we are designed to be. We cannot deny the timing, that the Creators should have arrived, or whatever they were sending, at the time when so much went terribly wrong. The storms, the moon, the draught and floods through the world," she gestures broadly, "But, we have weathered them all, and we have more to learn. This is still an unsolved puzzle, even if this is a very large piece of it." she says in soft soothing tones. She scans the agitated crowd and points towards Zero, "Sir, what do you wish to share?"<br> <br>Zero looks to the priestess and gulps. "It is not something I wish to share, but to know M'Lady. My question is simple to me: What are the First Text?" he anwsers, shaking somewhat from nervousness.<br> <br>Blurted noises of disbelief emerge from the crowd. A being standing near Zero squints at him, "You're joking!" they insist. The priest gestures for quiet, "You must hale from far away indeed, living quite distantly to not know," she says, "But it is our duty to educate, please stay after the mass and we will teach you of it and its wisdoms," she says kindly enough, without throwing accusations, and rapidly looking for the next hand up. A gentleman in the back is called on. |
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| + | A simple question.<br> <br>Moroko glances over at the question. He shakes his head, "Mmm I suppose it really is a mix of people." He says and continues taking his notes contently. He doesn't seem quite as upset or concerned about the dire events of twenty five years prior.<br> <br>Felix pats Walden some on the back, as if reassuring him, especially now that people are probably looking elsewhere now!<br> <br>Ryusho looks over though he had begun to shift, and lift his large hand with a partial idea that had gone through his head, even though he is not a preist it had come to him with some thought of this time, and the last time when they got the message...<br> <br>Zevran glances around the room before realizing that he was late for a rather pressing engagement. While he was curious to hear the rest of the proceedings, he carefully made his way through the crowd and attempted to exit the chapel without creating too much of a disturbance.<br> <br>Sveta winces. Someone not knowing of the First Texts? She practically lives in her workshop, and even she knows of it. Nevertheless, she glances around, waiting to see what comes of the next question being asked.<br> <br>Zero sighs and relaxes himself, having a feeling he's not going to leave here for an hour.<br> <br>Peril raised a paw to rub at her temples, the cats head bowed forward and her eyes closed though her ears remained perked and attentive while her thoughts turned to the notion of making quiet departure.<br> <br>Rogna makes no outward judgement of Zero, not sure exactly what to think of it himself. At least they will be educated. The question from the back is a far better one for the current situation.<br> <br>Walden scratches his head. He doesn't react with quite the same surprise about Zero as others here; he probably just didn't expect such a question to be asked at such a time. Felix's reassurance makes the armadillo smile, and he nods to his friend in thanks.<br> <br>The priest nods, "Right now, we are reviewing what the 'traditional methods of receiving' are. These methods have not been used since our arrival, almost twenty five hundred years ago. We feel there is an answer, or at least a clue as to where to look next, in that ritual. Perhaps it is not even too late to appease the situation by performing it now at this late hour, but I will not seed false hopes. We will learn and look," she assures.<br> <br>Ryusho hums softly, as he would begin to lower his hand in part, not completely, but he was thinking, and that did kind of actualyl fit with what he was going to ask as he was trying to decide what to do, before after a moment he would speak, "...I was thinking..Though..I am not a priest, I was thinking, you could potentially ...ask using a method that was..mentioned when this message was received, as we were going to ask..something, well, we could consider doing that, as a meessage and a request for aid on the situation...as we only just received the message? I mean...It would be proper to ...at least make sure to inform the creators... and work to try to fix it with the creators aid...?" he suggests after a moment, "...Though I am only speaking from my limited knoledge, and being used to doing such myself when I need such aid..."<br> <br>Many eyes turn on Ryusho as he speaks, the priest's eyes in turn. She nods slowly, "You are as wise as I had figured you to be," she says in compliment, "We will enact the ritual of query once we have studied the ritual of receiving. As it is written in the First Text, 'A measure of a child's strength is in the answers they can discern for their own without the aid of the parent.' Let us be good children, resourceful and strong in unity, so that the Creators will feel nothing but pride in watching over us."<br> <br>Peril still has nothing to say as she arrived on her own, doesn�t really know anyone around her, has no question to ask and really cant strike up a conversation with anyone nearby when the king may as well have just declared anyone speaking out of turn gets their head chopped off<br> <br>Rogna continues to listen and nods at the priests words, calmly taking it in. He considers ways he can help but cannot think of any, he has no true priestly training, simply a soul gem.<br> <br>Moroko continues to take notes listening to the others debate leaving his own thoughts out for the moment. He does smile as the quotations come to the forefront. The general hush doesn't seem to bother him, makes it easier to hear those who are speaking.<br> <br>With the pressing questions for the moment answered, the rest of the mass proceeds, if a bit tensely. It should be all the more fun when the news is repeated the next few days for those who missed it. "Creator watch over," speaks the priest at the end, allowing folks to depart, well, except Zero, he has some lesson time.[[Category:RPLogs]] | ||
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A fine Wednesday, as September rolls towards an end, a special Noon Mass has been announced, where the startling message from the Creators will be the topic of discussion for the day, to be deliberated on by the community after proper analysis of those versed in the Creators' tongue. People have filed in, filling the place a bit more than usual, eager to be the first, though others are happy to have their turn in the coming days.
Ryusho would arrive, currious though, he already knew a bit, from what little he had been able to read on the day that the message was found, and was partly here, and wondering if they would tell indeed what the message had said, or if they were going to change it in some way...as he still remembers what the first bit was...and the 'date' that was upon it...
Moroko files in along with the others to the chapel. He has a book out clearly preparing to take notes. He does pause a finger flicking some dust off his robe. He smiles lightly as he looks around the crowd curiously for familiar faces.
Arriving behind Moroko is Orso. The rather large bear stops behind the lupine mage, resting a hand on his shoulder as he glances around the area with some interest. Looking down at him he says, "So this is it? I wonder what they'll end up saying."
Rogna strolls into the noon mass, eager to hear the news of what they have deciphered. He wears his priest soul gem, coupled with the soul gem of a Dark Knight, although it is masked well enough. The priest soul gem itself is not so much a show of respect, but a source of insight into the matters they will present. He takes a seat and waits for the proceedings to begin.
Peril was unusually quiet arriving at the church, coming on her own without the usual towering escort. Taking advantage of her shorter stature she moved to the front of the gathering, taking up the most likely position to ensure she got a good view of the proceedings not that it mattered much given the message was all that was important to her. As she waited for things to really get underwear the little feline yawned and stretched, her attention drifting about the others gathered there, looking for any familiar faces.
Zevran enters the chapel along with the crowd, carefully moving his considerable bulk to find a spot near the front of the crowd. He glances around, attempting to spot anyone he might recognize.
Walden the Armadillo looks absolutely thrilled to be here. He looks like he's stepped away from his work just to come here; he's certainly dressed for some craft work. At least his apron and clothes are clean! "Oh, I can't believe this. This is going to be so amazing!" the jovial fellow exclaims gleefully.
Sveta skulks into the chapel, the goshawk looking a little cleaner and less soot-speckled than usual. Sure, she hadn't been around for when the message was received, but it's hard not to catch wind of such things in Firmament and she's turned up, if only to find out the ending to this particular story. The crowd doesn't seem to bother her too much, her looking quite distracted as she wanders off to find a good spot to hear and watch.
The priest attending the Noonday Mass is older and higher in rank than usual. She has a kindly smile, and waits patiently as the loud bell tolls softly across the city, summoning all faithful to come to the mass, or stand in respectful silence.
Zero, being what he is, waits until most of the crowd has formed before slipping in. Strolling over towards the shadows, Zero attempts to avoid others as much as possible. Reaching his destination, he relaxes agains a wall, looking around the area with interest.
Felix manages to scoot in at the last few moments before the bell tolls, unarmed and unarmored the Deer probably wouldn't stick out too much. As such, he stays nearer the back, listening quietly as to what this important message might be.
Peril eyes the priest suspiciously while folding her arms behind hr back, the little cat tail swaying slowly back and forth as she waited in silent anticipation of what was to come.
A sudden stir. A well dressed man with armed entourage bursts through the door, mid complaint, "...think they can withold this from us!" he says in a righteous tone of voice, full of indignation. Looks foreign, wearing an Adaptable Folk clan seal at his belt, the wolf like man imposes on the proceedings, "You will not be keeping this discovery to yourselves. It belongs to ALL of the Creator's children."
Walden fidgets in anticipation, glancing around at the priest and the surrounding congregation. Spotting Felix, he shuffles over to stand near his friend with a smile. He nods to him, but he stays respectfully quiet. And then the sudden outburst makes him shudder and nervously grab his arm.
Rogna looks back to the distruption and shakes his head at them, feeling entitled is one thing but barging in on mass complaining is another. He eyes them a momenet longer before turning back to the priest.
Sveta blinks, her talons instinctively reaching for where her crossbow should have been, then remembers she'd left it behind in the workshop. Turning up to noon mass with a weapon isn't the smartest thing to do, although it's exactly what this newcomer has done. Still, she doesn't remember anyone screening the faithful and only allowing the selected into the chapel...
It's at this moment that Felix regrets, at least partially having not brought his equipment with him, although Walden's sudden presence is somewhat reassuring. With the amount of others here they surely wouldn't try anything, at least he hopes! He just stands there and waits to hear what is said, or done.
Zero cast a glare towards the other wolf, giving him a silent snarl
Peril sighs softly, wondering what it was that was going to be revealed by this interruption and rather hoping it was not going to prove to be someone objecting to secrets being kept when those same secrets were actually about to be given out in a public announcement to all that cared to attend. Moving into the most open space she could find, away from those around her, the little cat hoped nothing troublesome broke out when she had placed so many people between herself and the nearest exit.
Moroko raises a hand waving his fingers lightly at Ryusho and Sveta and then focusing at the front and the odd disruption at the front. Instead of actually looking concerned he begins writing down and taking notes chronicling the disruption. He does pause to look at the other wolves curiously but they aren't as interesting for the moment.
Rogna smiles and nods at the priests words, and prepares to analyze her words and actions to see what they have decided to tell the masses.
Zero gives a small nod of readyness towards the priest, unsure if she can see him from his current posisition.
Sveta returns the wave to Moroko, then focuses on the priestess. Not a bad move on the Church's part...no matter how the message turns out, they couldn't have picked a better being for the job, really.
Peril glanced back toward the disruptive intruders, the little cat not having any look seeing what as going on given the mixed nature of the crowd and her short height not letting her see much past the first set of legs in front of her. Sigh a soft sigh, she too turned her attention back to the priest, content to assume the intrusive element had barged their way in was unlikely to cause trouble in any meaningful way.
The disgruntled male settles down, standing, for there are no seats remaining, with his entourage sorrounding as if expecting attack. Still, the murmur does quiet, and the priest nods to all gathered, "This is a very unusual Noonday. I hope you have not all come just for this one thing. We are always happy to help everyone work through their day to day," she assures, "But I will not deceive myself, or keep you waiting longer." She reaches into her robe and draws out a fresh parchment, rolled with church seal holding it shut, "It is traditional that we speak a word from the First Text, but I am no fool, and I know what you are waiting for. The words of the Creators will serve as substitute, just this once."
Walden lets out a disappointed sigh at that loud wolf, shaking his head a little. He looks immensely pleased when it seems the priest is proceeding; he clasps his hands together and focuses with rapt attention, eyes wide open.
Rogna looks curiously at the priest, having chosen to break tradition in favor of this message. What could have brought this about? He listens for the message and watches her for any readable gestures.
In the shadows, Zero arches an eyebrow, curious as to what the 'First Text' are.
Zevran prepares to listen to the priest's message, giving the priest his full attention.
Ryusho shifts his position, very slightly adjusting his stance, Indeed..the words of the creators as a substitute...hopefully they will say the message that they had waited so long on reveraling, compared to how they...rather blatantly hid it when it was found out of this message...
Moroko glances towards Orso belatedly offering to the bear quietly, "Should be quite interesting." He gets his quill ready for the words.
Peril was surprisingly nervous about the coming revelation, wondering just what the supposedly great creators had to say in this previously unknown text
Sveta folds her wings against herself and settles in. This ought to be good - it'd be quite a bit of a letdown if, say, the Creators wanted something horribly mundane...but that probably wouldn't happen, would it?
Felix merely waits with Walden, much more interested about what the message might be than a few roudy folks that have come through the door. He moves his attention back to the priest fully though.
With a flick of a claw, she breaks the seal, and unfurls the paper, "As analyzed by the priests of this church, it has been determined, as closely as possible, that the message received is as follows," begins the priest, "Planet P12 Beta, Promise, we are sending, or transmitting," she pauses here, "Their words are very nuanced, we provide different translations when uncertain," she explains, nodding her head, "The requirement of the next stepping stone of the great project. Please prepare for landing with the traditional methods of receiving." She cants her head, "The article is dated twenty five years ago. It mentions a date, when translated from Sol to Promise time is approximately twenty five years ago." The reaction is near instant at her words. Whatever date was set, was clearly missed. Twenty five years the message has waited to be received, and only now has it. Furor, panic, loud and harsh whispers lost to sudden blurted shouted queries.
Ryusho shifts slightly, ".What is it we are supposed to do? We missed it, and..by a good bit...I mean..it said something about..something arriving at whatever date...I admit I caught that...but ..What are we supposed to do about it?"
Rogna doesn't seem surprised, but is more eager to hear what comes next, sitting patiently and listening to the reaction around him. This will not sit well, but at least they have told them the truth.
Peril was somewhat relieved but also rather disappointed at the nature of the message and the implications. Parting her arms and raising a hand to her chin the small feline stroked back along her whiskers, rubbing her snout thoughtfully.
Zevran blinks as he hears the message. Surely he must have misheard? But then again, what could they do about it now? He is unsure how to react to the information, so he stays silent and looks towards the priest.
Moroko emits a sharp, "Intriguing." He says more to himself than anyone else as he jots down notes and then surveys the crowd noting down reactions.
Orso frowns as he tilts his head to the side, considering the words. Finally he says, "I suppose we've been managing before now. We'll keep on doing so whatever we might have missed." He reaches out a large hand and absently ruffles Moroko's hair.
Zero's snout contorts into a frown, the message completely puzzling him.
Walden looks concerned. He squeezes onto Felix's arm tightly. "Twenty five years ago..." he mumbles amidst the chaos. "Is it just coincidence? It has to be."
The priest waits patiently even as the shouts grow louder. She makes soft placating motions at first, then is forced to shout herself, "Peace, settle. We will discuss this, as civilized people. No more shouting, to each a turn," she insists to the panicked crowd.
The crowd is not willing to settle. One fellow leaps to his feet, "Raquestia!" he shouts, "We lost the moon because we weren't ready! The shadows are a curse of the Creators for ignoring their words! We are forsaken!" The panic redoubles.
"Coincidence? I'm sure whatever it is, is, I wonder if there's more to it, though." Felix responds to Walden, eyes narrowing slightly in concern as the crowd starts to become paniced.
Peril perks her ears, glancing back over her shoulder, again without much hope of seeing who it was that was so easily motivated to panic. With a soft sigh she let her hands drift back to her sides, the small feline standing rather stiffly with tail raised and her attention mostly on the gathered crowd.
Ryusho stansd there for several moments, before he steps forward, "..please..excuse me preistess.." He says bowing his head, before he turns, "EVERYONE PLEASE BE QUIET FOR A MOMENT, THERE IS MORE TO TALK ABOUT." he says loudly, using his size and his voice to catch attention, "Please, Everyone Calm Down,As far as we know, we have not had a problem, and it is just a coincidence, Now please...Everyone relax, and let her continue speaking." he says, though he keeps his tone 'gentle' hsi voice is loud, and firm, to get attention and hold it for the gentle preistess, since she was not getting noticed....it was just him trying to help....
Rogna shakes his head again at the shouting and yelling, this is not the time for that. He looks to the priest to continue speaking.
Sveta winces a little at the noise. It's more than a little disturbing, and worse, aggravating in the process. And yet...there needs to be more. There has to be more to this.
Zevran remains calm as others in the crowd begin to panic. They made it for twenty five years without knowing anything about the message, so he did not believe that panicking now would make any difference. He blinks at Ryusho's loud voice before giving his attention back to the priestess.
Zero cast yet another look at the instigating wolf, a look in his eyes saying for the man to allow the priestess to speak. Hearing Ryushow bellow, Zero's ear fold back, his expression turning to one of pain.
Walden swallows hard. The crowd knows the implications of the first part of the proclamation are staggering, and he knows it too. He remains anxiously quiet now, taking the pleas of the priest and Ryusho seriously.
The pedestal that the priestess stood behind suddenly sprouts a very large sword, making her yelp in surprise and fall backwards to the ground. From the second floor, the king emerges. "Silence!" he bellows, slapping the railing with great meaty hands, "Shameful. My people shame me with this display. Silence and be seated or the next lady or gentleman to speeak out of turn will have the honor of my personal justice." The sword is recognizable, the royal blade, used by the first Good Queen to tame the city.
Ryusho of course...would..topple to one side with a decent 'yelp' of supprise and stare at that sword then look up and mrphs, bowing his head in respect as he tried to get hismelf together, he was caught off guard from the sudden sword so it did kinda supprise the **** out of him, but otherwise he was alright...just..very startled..
Moroko continues to take notse as he catches bits of the conversations and concerns. And then there's the king. He lets out a soft, 'oooh' and Moroko lifts his book up his quill rising as he begins sketching the scene as the royal makes his presence known.
Rogna smiles at the King's appearance, watching him calm the crowd with a forceful display. He remains calm and seated, eager to analyze the priests words once more.
Peril cringes at the bellowing voice from above, her attention quickly focusing upon the massive hippo. Ears pinning back and eyes narrowing the little cat snorts softly arms once again folding though now across her belly while her gaze moves back to the startled priest.
Zevran tilts his head as he sees the sword appear out of the pedestal, and looks upward as he hears the bellowing voice of the Good King. He remains silent and doesn't move as his gaze drifts pack to the priest.
Zero sees the king appear,
She shakes her head, "Be at ease, child of the Creators, your thoughts are keen and accurate, as we are designed to be. We cannot deny the timing, that the Creators should have arrived, or whatever they were sending, at the time when so much went terribly wrong. The storms, the moon, the draught and floods through the world," she gestures broadly, "But, we have weathered them all, and we have more to learn. This is still an unsolved puzzle, even if this is a very large piece of it." she says in soft soothing tones. She scans the agitated crowd and points towards Zero, "Sir, what do you wish to share?"
Zero looks to the priestess and gulps. "It is not something I wish to share, but to know M'Lady. My question is simple to me: What are the First Text?" he anwsers, shaking somewhat from nervousness.
Blurted noises of disbelief emerge from the crowd. A being standing near Zero squints at him, "You're joking!" they insist. The priest gestures for quiet, "You must hale from far away indeed, living quite distantly to not know," she says, "But it is our duty to educate, please stay after the mass and we will teach you of it and its wisdoms," she says kindly enough, without throwing accusations, and rapidly looking for the next hand up. A gentleman in the back is called on.
"What now?"
A simple question.
Moroko glances over at the question. He shakes his head, "Mmm I suppose it really is a mix of people." He says and continues taking his notes contently. He doesn't seem quite as upset or concerned about the dire events of twenty five years prior.
Felix pats Walden some on the back, as if reassuring him, especially now that people are probably looking elsewhere now!
Ryusho looks over though he had begun to shift, and lift his large hand with a partial idea that had gone through his head, even though he is not a preist it had come to him with some thought of this time, and the last time when they got the message...
Zevran glances around the room before realizing that he was late for a rather pressing engagement. While he was curious to hear the rest of the proceedings, he carefully made his way through the crowd and attempted to exit the chapel without creating too much of a disturbance.
Sveta winces. Someone not knowing of the First Texts? She practically lives in her workshop, and even she knows of it. Nevertheless, she glances around, waiting to see what comes of the next question being asked.
Zero sighs and relaxes himself, having a feeling he's not going to leave here for an hour.
Peril raised a paw to rub at her temples, the cats head bowed forward and her eyes closed though her ears remained perked and attentive while her thoughts turned to the notion of making quiet departure.
Rogna makes no outward judgement of Zero, not sure exactly what to think of it himself. At least they will be educated. The question from the back is a far better one for the current situation.
Walden scratches his head. He doesn't react with quite the same surprise about Zero as others here; he probably just didn't expect such a question to be asked at such a time. Felix's reassurance makes the armadillo smile, and he nods to his friend in thanks.
The priest nods, "Right now, we are reviewing what the 'traditional methods of receiving' are. These methods have not been used since our arrival, almost twenty five hundred years ago. We feel there is an answer, or at least a clue as to where to look next, in that ritual. Perhaps it is not even too late to appease the situation by performing it now at this late hour, but I will not seed false hopes. We will learn and look," she assures.
Ryusho hums softly, as he would begin to lower his hand in part, not completely, but he was thinking, and that did kind of actualyl fit with what he was going to ask as he was trying to decide what to do, before after a moment he would speak, "...I was thinking..Though..I am not a priest, I was thinking, you could potentially ...ask using a method that was..mentioned when this message was received, as we were going to ask..something, well, we could consider doing that, as a meessage and a request for aid on the situation...as we only just received the message? I mean...It would be proper to ...at least make sure to inform the creators... and work to try to fix it with the creators aid...?" he suggests after a moment, "...Though I am only speaking from my limited knoledge, and being used to doing such myself when I need such aid..."
Many eyes turn on Ryusho as he speaks, the priest's eyes in turn. She nods slowly, "You are as wise as I had figured you to be," she says in compliment, "We will enact the ritual of query once we have studied the ritual of receiving. As it is written in the First Text, 'A measure of a child's strength is in the answers they can discern for their own without the aid of the parent.' Let us be good children, resourceful and strong in unity, so that the Creators will feel nothing but pride in watching over us."
Peril still has nothing to say as she arrived on her own, doesn�t really know anyone around her, has no question to ask and really cant strike up a conversation with anyone nearby when the king may as well have just declared anyone speaking out of turn gets their head chopped off
Rogna continues to listen and nods at the priests words, calmly taking it in. He considers ways he can help but cannot think of any, he has no true priestly training, simply a soul gem.
Moroko continues to take notes listening to the others debate leaving his own thoughts out for the moment. He does smile as the quotations come to the forefront. The general hush doesn't seem to bother him, makes it easier to hear those who are speaking.
With the pressing questions for the moment answered, the rest of the mass proceeds, if a bit tensely. It should be all the more fun when the news is repeated the next few days for those who missed it. "Creator watch over," speaks the priest at the end, allowing folks to depart, well, except Zero, he has some lesson time.
