I Have a Dream - RPLOG
From Rusted Promises
Participants
Date
18/11/475
Log
A fine fall day. The church ball rings across the city, siege or no, from the tower that acts as both lighthouse and church tower, calling the people to come and gather at the church, or to at least spend a moment of silence in thought.
Angus stops in his tracks at the sound of the bell and looks up at the church tower. He frowns,looking across the courtyard,as people start to head towards the church for mass. He shrugs heading towards one of the shrine,giving into his curiosity, and bends over to read the inscription on the base.
A tall figure of grand bearing. Saint Leon, as the inscription states, blessed the beings with the power of the elements, infusing their essence with the raw capacity for sacred math and its many abilities.
No one has ever looked happier to stand at attention than Ixitixl. His armour polished to a shine, battle-earned kinks and dents hammered out, it looks almost new, gleaming in the noonday light. He gives a polite tip of his head to all and sundry that pass him on their way to forming a crowd before the steps of the church.
Angus stands back up and heads towards the crowd forming at the steps to the church,making note of an armed individual in shine plate,as he blends into the crowd he waits and watchs wondering if there were any good marks. He stands there totally relaxed as he waitf for something to happen.
It isn't a long wait. The crowd fills into the main area, filling up cushioned seats as a priest smiles from up front. A male today, with a large folk seal, of the bear lineage. He nods as the last straggler gets into their seat, "Creators watch over you all. You look especially well today. I have good news for you all, when it comes proper time. But to begin, we shall read from the First Text, as is proper."
Ixitixl helps to usher the last arrivals to their seats, though it isn't easy for him at his height, not to mention the way he seems barely able to peer out from under his bucket helm that must be at least two sizes too large for him. Never the less, everyone ends up settled, and he's soon quietly patrolling along the back row. At least as quietly as one can in heavy armour. Clunk... clunk... thump... Angus won't have any trouble noting when the iguana is drawing near.
Angus leans back into his chair as the priest begins to talk. As everyone finally gets to their seats the sound of a heavily armored individual can be heard approaching his row. He smiles waving to the individual easily making himself know and making it harder for himself in case of a quick escape,which doesn't really chance anythings since as far as he knows he's the only grey fox with blue runes in his fur.
"It is written," speaks the priest, "That not all Creators were pleased with their creation, but our saints had faith unwavering. They pleaded we be given a test of trial, and we were, sent away from the Creator home to the many stars they could find, to live and tame the worlds of the Creators' choosing."
Ixitixl perks right up, cheerfully waving back to the fox with the distinct markings. How nice to be noticed! Then he remembers that he's doing official work, and draws in a breath as he endeavours to put on a neutral, business-like expression. He pauses in his patrol to listen a while to the priest's recitement, nodding along with it.
Angus looks up curiously as the story goes on. He remains quiet,not even paying attention for any easy marks, as the priest's continues.
"We did stride forth to the blackness between the heavens, and we did well. The Creators smiled upon us with pride and joy, and heaped upon us many blessings for our labor." He makes a wide gesture then, "This planet being the last, our very own, to keep and tend as we have so many others."
Ixitixl finally continues on his way, making it to the end of the rearmost row, he ends up at one of the six shrines and positions himself just off to the side of it, facing out over the audience assembled for mass. He does his utmost to keep still, but he can't help occasionally tilting his head for a peek at the stage.
Angus shakes his head and glances over near the shrines before leaning back once again. He rummages into his pack for a few bundles of heavy duty string and draws his dagger,wanting to listen but also not wanting to remain idle,he begins to cut measured lengths of the string to be used later in the making of snares.
Not so much a stage, just a stand that the priest has situated himself before, with the First Text open before him, "Let us remember that we are no mere children, no untested clay. We have borne the fires of adversity to get this far, and we will persist, my brothers and sisters, have no doubt and harbor no fear."
Ixitixl would throw out an amen or a hallelujah if it were appropriate! Buuut instead he maintains the respectful silence, once again casting his gaze out and over the seated masses. Gotta keep it cool, after all, if he's to have any hope of being that guy at the podium one of these days.
Angus glances back up from his work as the priest goes on. He smiles wondering how many times people have heard this sermen before and gets back to cutting the cords,still listening to the preists speech but not wanting to look to intrested.
The priest seems to have completed his reading, and looks over the crowd, "Let us speak of each other. We are here to support one another, so if something burdens your heart, mind, or even your coinpurse, share with us, and we may help, as a community."
Ixitixl bows his head in reflection upon the priest's words, a trace of a frown upon his lips. Sure, he can think of a few things, but he has plenty of access to the church and could take them up any time he likes. His gaze again sweeps across the audience, checking for those who may have difficulties getting their words to reach the priest's ears on their own.
Angus remains silent as he scans the crowd wondering if anyone would speak up. He adjusts his hood trying to make himself more invisible so that he wouldn't get called on,since he didn't really have anything to say.
The conversation begins to drift. As one being speaks their woes, another volunteers advice, and others offer to help. The priest only helps to keep the conversation on topic, and the occasional encouraging word, but it's mostly just beings being good neighbors.
Ah, warms the cockles, it does! Ixitixl puffs his chest out proudly at the sight and sounds of people coming together to help one another, as if he had played some defining part in bringing the moment to fruition. He hasn't forgotten the promise of important news, however, and his mind begins to wander to wonderings of what it might be. The initiates are always the last ones to find out about these things.
Angus nods as he realizes that things were winding down,he places the newly cut threads into a pouch and sheaths his dagger,and gets ready to leave. He glances over ath the armored figure he met before and wonders what part he played in this.
Ixitixl notices some restlessness in the crowd, but he attempts not to leave his post. It seems although he's remembered the promise of more to come after the typical service events, a number have not. He tries to mime for quiet and patience, gesturing with both hands and motioning for folks to remain seated.
An announcement is made, someone's child is coming of age in just a few days. The announcement is received with nods and polite applause, along with a promise that the child will be brought of age in the same church with all due ritual.
Angus stops as he is just about to get up. Rituals what rituals? His curiosity peeked again he sits back down and remains quiet wanting to hear what they were talking about.
