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| − | <div></div> | + | <div></div><br> <br>It's high noon. The great bell tower/light house tolling out across the city to summon the faithful to mass. Church works a bit differently on Promise than one might think, back on that... other place. People gather and sit on padded benches, facing a female priest on a podium. This part at least looks familiar, a book before her. There is no choir, the audience is expected to sing well enough if it came to it.<br> <br>Meepes wanders into the room with a slightly confused look upon his vulpine face. The slender almost feminie looking gray fox, who swears his fur is silver, in a simple tunic and cotten jeans looking for a seat in the middle rows of seats. Taking a seat the fox's hazel eyes began to scan the room before focusing on at the female priest at the podium.<br> <br>At ease, making her way toward the church building, Monique smiles a little at the tune of the bells as she nears the main church, nodding a greeting to those she recognizes, a warm smile for those she doesn't. Entering the vaulted doors, she makes her way slowly for a bench. Forsaking her worn leather armor today, she wears just a light shirt and pants.<br> <br>Bite enters wearing a concealing lightweight cloak, slithering up to a bench and taking a seat. She adjusts and attempts to coil but opts for sitting as it is both more respectable and easier for the time being, before looking up front. She does not regularly attend mass, she is usually occupied elsewhere and the time simply eludes her so being here makes her a tiny bit uneasy. <br> <br>Kilsa is standing in fine robes of a priest Attendant, under her clothing is a light armor and sitting only three feet behind her is her signature hammer. She watches as a few new faces enter the church, she sighes and wishes for a reason to use her hammer on some unruly patron. She listens only half-heartedly as more folk enter. "Hmmmm..." He eyes lock on the snake wondering what brings her here. "Interesting." She mumbles under her breath.<br> <br>As is tradition, the priest selects a passage to start the mass, "Though your brothers and sisters will wear skins strange and unusual compared to your own, you will know them as kin, for you are all siblings under the Creators," she quotes, and looks up at the gathered mass, "In these times, we find ourselves tested. The shadows approach from the north, leaving ruin behind. But are we united, as a people?" she asks. She gestures out over the crowd, "Tell me, who has extended a hand to a stranger since your last mass? Share with us." Not a rhetorical question at all. Audience participation is the norm.<br> <br>Smiling a little brighter, Monique starts a conversation with those around her, waiting for a wolf to finish his story before telling her tail of the rescued farmer and his kin.<br> <br>Meepes had decided to stay quiet for the first part of the mass waiting for others to respond. Soon a image of a younger looking Meepes appeared in his head giving supplies to many who were needing of a little helping hand. "I admit this is my first mass of your church ma'am and I would like to thank you for having me." The fox starts before adding on. "I have throughout my life given various things out to people who had needed them. Water food basic but life saving in some cases to others." The fox explains in a quiet resevered tone as he looks around hoping he had not spoken out of turn.<br> <br>Kilsa smiles at the priest question, "My lady, I was with those brave souls that I have personally seen helping others." She points to the Snake and the Thylacine, "I've seen them both save a farmer son when they didn't have to do anything more than kill a bandits. They reunited a poor folk with his son. They are good folk, I'm sure the creators would be proud." Kilsa makes a sweeping hand guesture to the two. "Creator blessing upon them as they prove that even folks of strange skin can unite to do a common good."<br> <br>Bite runs scenario after scenario through her head, coming up with very little worth standing up for. Sure she has been helpful, she has aided others in their times of need but never purely out of good will. She always has an underlying motive, there was money, treasure, or just flat out greed involved. Does helping someone for your own benefit amount to anything worth speaking of? She decides to keep her mouth shut. The most recent good hearted thing she did was buy her friend a meal, and even then only as an extra expense to her own second meal. She tilts her head and smiles, saying only "I'm not so sure that counts." <br> <br>The priest offers Meepes a smile, "A newcomer in our city? We're going to have to come right back to you and give you a proper welcome," she assures, and nods at Kilsa, "That's a great example. Coming together to battle evil directly. This is what I'm talking about. At the end of the day, we're on the same side. Think of the most inhospitable neighbor you ever had. They're still several steps up from the shadows, or the bandits that are taking advantage of the chaos." She moves back towards her podium from where she was wandering the pews, "Now, don't misunderstand me. I'm sure many of you don't want to fight anything at all. You've already served your militia time, you have a job that doesn't involve swinging swords." She sets her hands on her book, "But a hero is born out of the heart, not a sword arm. Be the one to keep their cool when things go sour, and you can make the difference between disaster and salvation. As the Creators have written, 'We have fashioned in you the potential for everything, if you will act.'" She gestures towards Meepes then, "That said, step forward. What is your name? And welcome to Firmament."<br> <br>Meepes smiles doing just as he was told. "I admit my name is a bit strange but it is Meepes and I would also like to thank you for your welcome ma'am." The fox smiles as he reflects on the word fighting. While he wasn't much of a fighter he has had his far share of training. Though one would wonder if a comander yelling at you which side not to stab yourself with counts as training. Standing before the priestess Meepes could not help but flush his cheeks, which were thankfully hidden by his soft fur. Though his shacky stature did allow others to guess he was not use to being the center of people's attention.<br> <br>Going quiet, respectful of the priest, Monique smiles happily to Meepes, remaining quiet while they relate their tale. While they talk, she ponders the things that have happened to her of late, and a reassurance comes over her that even though she dislikes her work, it is a good thing she does.<br> <br>Even if you're a lowly street urchin with a sword, a piece of old armor, and hopes and dreams of eating nut stuffed goose with those fancy forks. Maybe a salad fork. Do you eat goose with a salad fork? Olan knows they have salad forks. |
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| + | The mouse kicks his legs, paying close attention. Some of Mange Square may not like Church, but he's into the stories. Olan likes stories. There's nothing wrong with being eighteen and liking stories!<br> <br>Kilsa smiles widely at the newcomer and remembering why she loves attending church sometime. She watch the same people that she drinks with the same people she sells armor to and the same people she would die for gathered together and being civil. Her heart swells at the thought, "I love this jobs." She whispers under her breath with a wide dopey smile.<br> <br>Bite watches the shakey fox and smirks, turning her attention to the rest of the attendance. Although coming here may not have been the best use of her time, it was entertaining and enlightening as always. She half-heartedly listens as she thinks over her plans. Her eyes glance over a badger with a wide goofy smile and she tries to suppress her giggling as much as possible. | ||
Revision as of 22:23, 11 August 2012
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11/8/475
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It's high noon. The great bell tower/light house tolling out across the city to summon the faithful to mass. Church works a bit differently on Promise than one might think, back on that... other place. People gather and sit on padded benches, facing a female priest on a podium. This part at least looks familiar, a book before her. There is no choir, the audience is expected to sing well enough if it came to it.
Meepes wanders into the room with a slightly confused look upon his vulpine face. The slender almost feminie looking gray fox, who swears his fur is silver, in a simple tunic and cotten jeans looking for a seat in the middle rows of seats. Taking a seat the fox's hazel eyes began to scan the room before focusing on at the female priest at the podium.
At ease, making her way toward the church building, Monique smiles a little at the tune of the bells as she nears the main church, nodding a greeting to those she recognizes, a warm smile for those she doesn't. Entering the vaulted doors, she makes her way slowly for a bench. Forsaking her worn leather armor today, she wears just a light shirt and pants.
Bite enters wearing a concealing lightweight cloak, slithering up to a bench and taking a seat. She adjusts and attempts to coil but opts for sitting as it is both more respectable and easier for the time being, before looking up front. She does not regularly attend mass, she is usually occupied elsewhere and the time simply eludes her so being here makes her a tiny bit uneasy.
Kilsa is standing in fine robes of a priest Attendant, under her clothing is a light armor and sitting only three feet behind her is her signature hammer. She watches as a few new faces enter the church, she sighes and wishes for a reason to use her hammer on some unruly patron. She listens only half-heartedly as more folk enter. "Hmmmm..." He eyes lock on the snake wondering what brings her here. "Interesting." She mumbles under her breath.
As is tradition, the priest selects a passage to start the mass, "Though your brothers and sisters will wear skins strange and unusual compared to your own, you will know them as kin, for you are all siblings under the Creators," she quotes, and looks up at the gathered mass, "In these times, we find ourselves tested. The shadows approach from the north, leaving ruin behind. But are we united, as a people?" she asks. She gestures out over the crowd, "Tell me, who has extended a hand to a stranger since your last mass? Share with us." Not a rhetorical question at all. Audience participation is the norm.
Smiling a little brighter, Monique starts a conversation with those around her, waiting for a wolf to finish his story before telling her tail of the rescued farmer and his kin.
Meepes had decided to stay quiet for the first part of the mass waiting for others to respond. Soon a image of a younger looking Meepes appeared in his head giving supplies to many who were needing of a little helping hand. "I admit this is my first mass of your church ma'am and I would like to thank you for having me." The fox starts before adding on. "I have throughout my life given various things out to people who had needed them. Water food basic but life saving in some cases to others." The fox explains in a quiet resevered tone as he looks around hoping he had not spoken out of turn.
Kilsa smiles at the priest question, "My lady, I was with those brave souls that I have personally seen helping others." She points to the Snake and the Thylacine, "I've seen them both save a farmer son when they didn't have to do anything more than kill a bandits. They reunited a poor folk with his son. They are good folk, I'm sure the creators would be proud." Kilsa makes a sweeping hand guesture to the two. "Creator blessing upon them as they prove that even folks of strange skin can unite to do a common good."
Bite runs scenario after scenario through her head, coming up with very little worth standing up for. Sure she has been helpful, she has aided others in their times of need but never purely out of good will. She always has an underlying motive, there was money, treasure, or just flat out greed involved. Does helping someone for your own benefit amount to anything worth speaking of? She decides to keep her mouth shut. The most recent good hearted thing she did was buy her friend a meal, and even then only as an extra expense to her own second meal. She tilts her head and smiles, saying only "I'm not so sure that counts."
The priest offers Meepes a smile, "A newcomer in our city? We're going to have to come right back to you and give you a proper welcome," she assures, and nods at Kilsa, "That's a great example. Coming together to battle evil directly. This is what I'm talking about. At the end of the day, we're on the same side. Think of the most inhospitable neighbor you ever had. They're still several steps up from the shadows, or the bandits that are taking advantage of the chaos." She moves back towards her podium from where she was wandering the pews, "Now, don't misunderstand me. I'm sure many of you don't want to fight anything at all. You've already served your militia time, you have a job that doesn't involve swinging swords." She sets her hands on her book, "But a hero is born out of the heart, not a sword arm. Be the one to keep their cool when things go sour, and you can make the difference between disaster and salvation. As the Creators have written, 'We have fashioned in you the potential for everything, if you will act.'" She gestures towards Meepes then, "That said, step forward. What is your name? And welcome to Firmament."
Meepes smiles doing just as he was told. "I admit my name is a bit strange but it is Meepes and I would also like to thank you for your welcome ma'am." The fox smiles as he reflects on the word fighting. While he wasn't much of a fighter he has had his far share of training. Though one would wonder if a comander yelling at you which side not to stab yourself with counts as training. Standing before the priestess Meepes could not help but flush his cheeks, which were thankfully hidden by his soft fur. Though his shacky stature did allow others to guess he was not use to being the center of people's attention.
Going quiet, respectful of the priest, Monique smiles happily to Meepes, remaining quiet while they relate their tale. While they talk, she ponders the things that have happened to her of late, and a reassurance comes over her that even though she dislikes her work, it is a good thing she does.
Even if you're a lowly street urchin with a sword, a piece of old armor, and hopes and dreams of eating nut stuffed goose with those fancy forks. Maybe a salad fork. Do you eat goose with a salad fork? Olan knows they have salad forks.
The mouse kicks his legs, paying close attention. Some of Mange Square may not like Church, but he's into the stories. Olan likes stories. There's nothing wrong with being eighteen and liking stories!
Kilsa smiles widely at the newcomer and remembering why she loves attending church sometime. She watch the same people that she drinks with the same people she sells armor to and the same people she would die for gathered together and being civil. Her heart swells at the thought, "I love this jobs." She whispers under her breath with a wide dopey smile.
Bite watches the shakey fox and smirks, turning her attention to the rest of the attendance. Although coming here may not have been the best use of her time, it was entertaining and enlightening as always. She half-heartedly listens as she thinks over her plans. Her eyes glance over a badger with a wide goofy smile and she tries to suppress her giggling as much as possible.
