Re: Hakuren Oak 4/4bishop_oakSeptember 10 2009, 21:59:48 UTC
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I wonder what Bishop Labrador would have made of these. [He is standing outside, somewhere, arm and staff tightly wrapped with vines that seem to probably have his legs, as well] I'm sure he would have found them interesting, but I'm not as curious about plants. This one seems pretty curious to me, however.
Does anyone have a suggestion to help it lose interest? I'm not sure I like the thought of being stuck here all night.
Sample RP: The place didn't seem to be very well used, but that didn't matter. A Church was a Church, and for a Bishop who was lost and alone, there was no place more appropriate to go and think on things. Still, it was quickly obvious that whatever faith was responsible for the building, it wasn't his. He stepped inside after carefully opening the door, leaving the heavy mahogany open so that there was a bit more light inside (and a bit of a breeze in the heavy, hot air). There were pictures of people on the walls, most too covered in grime to be clear to a cursory examination.
The cross over the altar was almost familiar, almost like something from home, but the bottom was a bit too long, and there was no broken circle around the intersection. "Hello?" His voice sounded faint, weak, in the space. It was almost as though he was intruding upon the silent watchfulness of some sinister force who resented his presence. But he told himself it was only nerves...and anyway, he'd faced a Warsfeil before, so a little feeling of being watched was nothing to frighten him. The tightening grip on his bascules was only to reassure himself that he was able to defend himself if it came to that.
Halfway up the aisle, he stopped and moved to sit in one of the pews, bowing his head. It wasn't hard to imagine Razette filling the room with music: the place was certainly not a grand cathedral. He sat in silence for a while, and then stood. It was a hope he knew to be foolish, and not one he pinned any real expectations to, but he moved to the walls, searching for a way to send check in and send any letters he wanted to send back home. To tell Teito that he was fine, and Bishop Castor. But there was nothing, and he stopped the search without even a weary sigh.
He made his way back towards the entrance, pausing in front of the dirty pictures to study them for a moment. "Thank you," he said in an voice he kept low out of respect for the attentive silence. No response, and after a moment, he left, making sure to shut the door firmly behind himself as he left.
I wonder what Bishop Labrador would have made of these. [He is standing outside, somewhere, arm and staff tightly wrapped with vines that seem to probably have his legs, as well] I'm sure he would have found them interesting, but I'm not as curious about plants. This one seems pretty curious to me, however.
Does anyone have a suggestion to help it lose interest? I'm not sure I like the thought of being stuck here all night.
Sample RP: The place didn't seem to be very well used, but that didn't matter. A Church was a Church, and for a Bishop who was lost and alone, there was no place more appropriate to go and think on things. Still, it was quickly obvious that whatever faith was responsible for the building, it wasn't his. He stepped inside after carefully opening the door, leaving the heavy mahogany open so that there was a bit more light inside (and a bit of a breeze in the heavy, hot air). There were pictures of people on the walls, most too covered in grime to be clear to a cursory examination.
The cross over the altar was almost familiar, almost like something from home, but the bottom was a bit too long, and there was no broken circle around the intersection. "Hello?" His voice sounded faint, weak, in the space. It was almost as though he was intruding upon the silent watchfulness of some sinister force who resented his presence. But he told himself it was only nerves...and anyway, he'd faced a Warsfeil before, so a little feeling of being watched was nothing to frighten him. The tightening grip on his bascules was only to reassure himself that he was able to defend himself if it came to that.
Halfway up the aisle, he stopped and moved to sit in one of the pews, bowing his head. It wasn't hard to imagine Razette filling the room with music: the place was certainly not a grand cathedral. He sat in silence for a while, and then stood. It was a hope he knew to be foolish, and not one he pinned any real expectations to, but he moved to the walls, searching for a way to send check in and send any letters he wanted to send back home. To tell Teito that he was fine, and Bishop Castor. But there was nothing, and he stopped the search without even a weary sigh.
He made his way back towards the entrance, pausing in front of the dirty pictures to study them for a moment. "Thank you," he said in an voice he kept low out of respect for the attentive silence. No response, and after a moment, he left, making sure to shut the door firmly behind himself as he left.
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