The Great Divide
[Yes. Hooray we're jumping around lots. From now on rather then tagging in seperately you'll all tag into a thread that I type okies? Hence this post, hence this thread since you're no longer specifically interacting with Preston. cool? cool.]
The main hall is dwarfed by a massive stone wall, carved of black marble that seems to tower to the skylight overhead twinkling with a thousand stars. On the wall, incised deep-are the words of Father’s law. His thousand Year Reich, carved into the stone.
Sweepers approach from the opposite corner, making their rounds, goosestepping in perfect harmony.
Preston halted the procession in front of a long desk, A man dressed in gray (ironically akin to the prisoner uniforms he had procured) looked up at the approach.
Standing, his mouth opened and closed like a fish.
Father.
Here. Now.
Cleric John Preston stood behind him, followed by three of Father's Personal Guard and a selection of prisoners.
"Sir..."
Preston, attempting to speak grimaced at the man's worshipful look to Wells.
The main hall is dwarfed by a massive stone wall, carved of black marble that seems to tower to the skylight overhead twinkling with a thousand stars. On the wall, incised deep-are the words of Father’s law. His thousand Year Reich, carved into the stone.
Sweepers approach from the opposite corner, making their rounds, goosestepping in perfect harmony.
Preston halted the procession in front of a long desk, A man dressed in gray (ironically akin to the prisoner uniforms he had procured) looked up at the approach.
Standing, his mouth opened and closed like a fish.
Father.
Here. Now.
Cleric John Preston stood behind him, followed by three of Father's Personal Guard and a selection of prisoners.
"Sir..."
Preston, attempting to speak grimaced at the man's worshipful look to Wells.